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Title: In Sunlight or in Shadow (8/?)
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chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is a turning fic, and this part in particular has bloodplay and man-shagging – if it squicks you, don’t read!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts found at Forgotten Psychosis
The water ceased to release breath and, vampiric skin besides, both Spike and Xander were pruney and wrinkled when they finally managed to get out of the bath. Xander shivered as Spike draped the welcoming towel around his shoulders and started rubbing and toweling his way down Xander’s body.
Head, neck, shoulders, arms, chest; Spike moved with the grace of a swan but the purpose of a cobra, poised and ready to strike.
Xander sucked in a piercing breath of the humid air as Spike dropped towel to tile, replacing his hands flesh to flesh, kneading Xander’s buttocks. Slow and severe, those vice-grip hands pinched and rubbed with aged skills mastered.
Spike slid one cool hand from hip to ankle, petting and paralyzing his lover, memorizing and mapping every hair, every muscle, every scar. He looked up to his angel’s face, finding a devil with golden eyes and piercing daggers for a smile.
Spike stared for a moment, letting the image burn forever into his mind: Xander stood still as stone, pale as plaster; he was David through the devil’s eyes. Molten wax and stirring flames flashed and danced on his skin, shadows and light chiseling the masterpiece to perfection.
Spike leant in kissed one pale hip, hands returning to loaves of flesh to pull and press on. Ice on ice never sparked a flame until now. Electricity flowed from fingertips to flesh, coursing from lips and tongue to hip and thigh. Fleeting kisses and tender breaths against Xander’s cold skin, and Spike found the honey walnut scent he was searching for.
He nestled for a moment there in the wiry fleece, breathing and tasting the skin and bone that he’d wanted for so long. Now it was his to enjoy, his to taste and kiss, to love. His forever.
Spike brought one hand down to cup and massage the sack that hung there, pulling and squeezing, rolling those soft and full balls between his nimble fingers. Grinning to himself as he heard, felt, Xander gasp for air he no longer needed.
“Spike, please!” Xander screamed in a whisper that filled the room with superfluous lust. He was so hard it hurt. He wanted Spike so bad, needed to feel those lips on his skin, tasting him and wanting him.
Spike complied, brushing his lips and fleeting breath over the tip of Xander’s swollen cock. Butterfly kisses from base to crown; liquid movement meant to torture and pleasure simultaneously.
He continued to massage Xander’s ass with one hand while stroking and brushing his balls with the other. Quickly and surely, he swallowed Xander’s cock whole, feeling the hair at the base press into his face and the head press down deep in his throat. A gasp and moan from Xander, and Spike felt fingers in his hair, pulling and knotting, needing something to hold on to.
Spike pulled back slowly, licking and sucking until only the head was left between his lips, swirling his tongue around the head of the cock. He drilled into the tip’s slit, tasting the precum as it flowed like nature’s spring, savoring and swirling it around his mouth and around Xander’s cock.
Unhurriedly he took Xander into his throat once again, inch by inch, massaging and stroking with his lips and tongue, feeling the juice flow down his throat. All the while, he continued his caress and molding of Xander’s ass. Gentle and tender, he squeezed the skin and muscle between his fingers.
More moans and grunts as Spike sped up his movements. Dipping a finger down to explore the place he sought most. Playing and slithering his fingertip across that forbidden entrance, that gate to his own private heaven. Delicately but firmly he pressed his pinky in, feeling Xander tense and the muscle grab and close around his finger. One moment, two, and soon Xander relaxed, continuing to rake his hands through Spike’s fluorescent curls.
Spike pressed further into the moist cavern, twisting and turning to loosen and allow the muscle to accommodate further intrusion. Kneading with one hand and intruding with the other, he gradually loosened the entrance to allow two, then three fingers in. Reaching deep, he found the place he was searching for and pressed against it.
Xander howled, ferocious growl and primitive call of mating as Spike found and manipulated his pleasure center. He clamped his hands on Spike’s skull like vices and thrust into his lover’s cold mouth as he felt lava build up inside him, on the brim of ecstasy and ready to burst.
He nearly cried as he felt the moist cavern retreat from his cock. Nearly fainted as he felt Spike’s fingers retreat.
Spike stood, wrapping his arms around Xander, forcing their mouths together. Teeth against scythes, he pricked his tongue, letting the blood flow between them. Tongues met and danced and shared the fluid they both craved.
Spike pulled back, his hands bruisingly firm on Xander’s back and shoulders. Grace and poise exhausted, Spike picked Xander up and set laid him down upon the thick carpet of the bathroom rug. Xander yelped as Spike hastily pushed his legs up, knees to chest, his hands around his ankles. Xander’s mind was paused, seemingly left behind in the pleasure.
Spike spit in his hand and stroked his cock once, twice, three times. He leaned all of himself down on Xander, forcing their mouths together. This time both mouths were those of demons. Once more their tongues locked, searching and exploring frantically – claiming and possessing each other.
In one swift flash of speed, Spike entered Xander, thrusting up and into the wet place that offered so much pleasure. Pleasure he’d never experienced before.
Xander’s eyes snapped open and he screamed into Spike’s mouth. An explosion of pain and all-consuming flame ripped through his body, tearing apart organs and arteries. Quickly that pain turned into something he’d never felt before – true and pure, absolute need.
Spike, too, screamed into the lock of lips as amber eyes gazed into amber eyes. He shuddered, sighed, screamed and grunted as he pulled back until the only part of his cock left inside of Xander was the very tip. He slammed his pelvis against Xander’s frozen flesh again, feeling the ridge as he brushed against the wondrous place again.
Their kiss broke apart as Spike continued to retreat and invade, the two men panting and sweating. Spike stroked Xander’s cock up with every thrust, down with every withdrawal. Hard, needing strokes that threatened to chafe, but delicious all the same. He thumbed the slit as precum continued to pour down the shaft.
Xander himself was thoughtless, knowing only the man who was pounding in and out of him, claiming him with the power of a lion and the love of a god. He was shoving back against every plunge, pulling himself back with every recoil. Bouncing back and forth, gyrating his hips and squeezing and pulsing around Spike’s cock.
Sweat surged from Spike’s brown onto Xander’s lips. Xander snaked his tongue across his lips, savoring the salt and vinegar – the taste of Spike. Wanting more, needing more, he brought Spike’s face back down to him, licking and suckling along his neck and collarbone.
“Xander…Xander, do it. Almost there, love, almost…God, Xander!” Spike screamed against Xander’s shoulder as he slid back and forth in and out of his lover’s embrace. Flesh collided with “smacking” sounds and bones “thudded” as they shuddered against each other.
Xander knew what Spike wanted, what he himself wanted. One more all-encompassing kiss and Xander found the patch of skin he wanted. He opened his mouth and bit down, hard and piercing.
Blood sprang forth from the wound, flowing and spraying over Xander’s tongue as he sucked the energy and the immortality from the giver of this new existence. It was spice and cloves and honey and salt. Xander could taste the earth and the air, feel the roots of the demon’s existence, trace its history to the beginning in this, the beginning and the end. This was life and this was death. This was what he had lived to die for, he had died to live for.
“Fuck, Xander, love, oh gods and monsters, fuck!” Spike babble-screamed as he gave one final shove, one final thrust and he could feel himself expelling everything within him into the man whose arms were clinging to him. Felt as his cold seed emptied, as his warm blood flowed. He knew nothing but rapture and love, life and death in that instant. That one solitary moment where there was no Spike and no Xander, only one person, one being joined in the holiest and most sacred act of love and possession.
Beneath him, Xander squirmed and convulsed, his body writhing as his own climax came upon him. His cock ignited, showering their chests with cum as white and cold as snow. Like a tide it came, wave after wave, spurt after spurt until finally there was nothing but the sensation as the orgasm continued to rage through his body.
Even that finally receded after minutes of unparalleled pleasure. He licked Spike’s wound closed and gave a heavy breath as Spike collapsed on top of him, his cock sliding out of him with a liquid swish.
Xander’s legs fell and wrapped around and entangled with Spike’s as Spike’s hands came up to cup and ghost tenderly over Xander’s face.
Human guises once more, two soft and swollen pairs of lips came together for gentle, reassuring kisses. No longer the intense needing, but forever the wanting, forever the love.
The light of the candles slowly slid away as one by one they burnt out, sulfur and smoke rising into the air. Only a few remained, but as maple eyes met sapphire for what was seemingly the first time, it seemed as if neither man ever needed light again. They only needed those eyes, that touch, that all-encompassing and achingly solid feeling of love and trust that flowed through their veins.
“Love you, Xander” Spike whispered, for there was no energy to speak above that.
“Love you too, Spike” Xander breathed in response.
Author:
chocgood84 Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is a turning fic, and this part in particular has bloodplay and man-shagging – if it squicks you, don’t read!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts found at Forgotten Psychosis
The water ceased to release breath and, vampiric skin besides, both Spike and Xander were pruney and wrinkled when they finally managed to get out of the bath. Xander shivered as Spike draped the welcoming towel around his shoulders and started rubbing and toweling his way down Xander’s body.
Head, neck, shoulders, arms, chest; Spike moved with the grace of a swan but the purpose of a cobra, poised and ready to strike.
Xander sucked in a piercing breath of the humid air as Spike dropped towel to tile, replacing his hands flesh to flesh, kneading Xander’s buttocks. Slow and severe, those vice-grip hands pinched and rubbed with aged skills mastered.
Spike slid one cool hand from hip to ankle, petting and paralyzing his lover, memorizing and mapping every hair, every muscle, every scar. He looked up to his angel’s face, finding a devil with golden eyes and piercing daggers for a smile.
Spike stared for a moment, letting the image burn forever into his mind: Xander stood still as stone, pale as plaster; he was David through the devil’s eyes. Molten wax and stirring flames flashed and danced on his skin, shadows and light chiseling the masterpiece to perfection.
Spike leant in kissed one pale hip, hands returning to loaves of flesh to pull and press on. Ice on ice never sparked a flame until now. Electricity flowed from fingertips to flesh, coursing from lips and tongue to hip and thigh. Fleeting kisses and tender breaths against Xander’s cold skin, and Spike found the honey walnut scent he was searching for.
He nestled for a moment there in the wiry fleece, breathing and tasting the skin and bone that he’d wanted for so long. Now it was his to enjoy, his to taste and kiss, to love. His forever.
Spike brought one hand down to cup and massage the sack that hung there, pulling and squeezing, rolling those soft and full balls between his nimble fingers. Grinning to himself as he heard, felt, Xander gasp for air he no longer needed.
“Spike, please!” Xander screamed in a whisper that filled the room with superfluous lust. He was so hard it hurt. He wanted Spike so bad, needed to feel those lips on his skin, tasting him and wanting him.
Spike complied, brushing his lips and fleeting breath over the tip of Xander’s swollen cock. Butterfly kisses from base to crown; liquid movement meant to torture and pleasure simultaneously.
He continued to massage Xander’s ass with one hand while stroking and brushing his balls with the other. Quickly and surely, he swallowed Xander’s cock whole, feeling the hair at the base press into his face and the head press down deep in his throat. A gasp and moan from Xander, and Spike felt fingers in his hair, pulling and knotting, needing something to hold on to.
Spike pulled back slowly, licking and sucking until only the head was left between his lips, swirling his tongue around the head of the cock. He drilled into the tip’s slit, tasting the precum as it flowed like nature’s spring, savoring and swirling it around his mouth and around Xander’s cock.
Unhurriedly he took Xander into his throat once again, inch by inch, massaging and stroking with his lips and tongue, feeling the juice flow down his throat. All the while, he continued his caress and molding of Xander’s ass. Gentle and tender, he squeezed the skin and muscle between his fingers.
More moans and grunts as Spike sped up his movements. Dipping a finger down to explore the place he sought most. Playing and slithering his fingertip across that forbidden entrance, that gate to his own private heaven. Delicately but firmly he pressed his pinky in, feeling Xander tense and the muscle grab and close around his finger. One moment, two, and soon Xander relaxed, continuing to rake his hands through Spike’s fluorescent curls.
Spike pressed further into the moist cavern, twisting and turning to loosen and allow the muscle to accommodate further intrusion. Kneading with one hand and intruding with the other, he gradually loosened the entrance to allow two, then three fingers in. Reaching deep, he found the place he was searching for and pressed against it.
Xander howled, ferocious growl and primitive call of mating as Spike found and manipulated his pleasure center. He clamped his hands on Spike’s skull like vices and thrust into his lover’s cold mouth as he felt lava build up inside him, on the brim of ecstasy and ready to burst.
He nearly cried as he felt the moist cavern retreat from his cock. Nearly fainted as he felt Spike’s fingers retreat.
Spike stood, wrapping his arms around Xander, forcing their mouths together. Teeth against scythes, he pricked his tongue, letting the blood flow between them. Tongues met and danced and shared the fluid they both craved.
Spike pulled back, his hands bruisingly firm on Xander’s back and shoulders. Grace and poise exhausted, Spike picked Xander up and set laid him down upon the thick carpet of the bathroom rug. Xander yelped as Spike hastily pushed his legs up, knees to chest, his hands around his ankles. Xander’s mind was paused, seemingly left behind in the pleasure.
Spike spit in his hand and stroked his cock once, twice, three times. He leaned all of himself down on Xander, forcing their mouths together. This time both mouths were those of demons. Once more their tongues locked, searching and exploring frantically – claiming and possessing each other.
In one swift flash of speed, Spike entered Xander, thrusting up and into the wet place that offered so much pleasure. Pleasure he’d never experienced before.
Xander’s eyes snapped open and he screamed into Spike’s mouth. An explosion of pain and all-consuming flame ripped through his body, tearing apart organs and arteries. Quickly that pain turned into something he’d never felt before – true and pure, absolute need.
Spike, too, screamed into the lock of lips as amber eyes gazed into amber eyes. He shuddered, sighed, screamed and grunted as he pulled back until the only part of his cock left inside of Xander was the very tip. He slammed his pelvis against Xander’s frozen flesh again, feeling the ridge as he brushed against the wondrous place again.
Their kiss broke apart as Spike continued to retreat and invade, the two men panting and sweating. Spike stroked Xander’s cock up with every thrust, down with every withdrawal. Hard, needing strokes that threatened to chafe, but delicious all the same. He thumbed the slit as precum continued to pour down the shaft.
Xander himself was thoughtless, knowing only the man who was pounding in and out of him, claiming him with the power of a lion and the love of a god. He was shoving back against every plunge, pulling himself back with every recoil. Bouncing back and forth, gyrating his hips and squeezing and pulsing around Spike’s cock.
Sweat surged from Spike’s brown onto Xander’s lips. Xander snaked his tongue across his lips, savoring the salt and vinegar – the taste of Spike. Wanting more, needing more, he brought Spike’s face back down to him, licking and suckling along his neck and collarbone.
“Xander…Xander, do it. Almost there, love, almost…God, Xander!” Spike screamed against Xander’s shoulder as he slid back and forth in and out of his lover’s embrace. Flesh collided with “smacking” sounds and bones “thudded” as they shuddered against each other.
Xander knew what Spike wanted, what he himself wanted. One more all-encompassing kiss and Xander found the patch of skin he wanted. He opened his mouth and bit down, hard and piercing.
Blood sprang forth from the wound, flowing and spraying over Xander’s tongue as he sucked the energy and the immortality from the giver of this new existence. It was spice and cloves and honey and salt. Xander could taste the earth and the air, feel the roots of the demon’s existence, trace its history to the beginning in this, the beginning and the end. This was life and this was death. This was what he had lived to die for, he had died to live for.
“Fuck, Xander, love, oh gods and monsters, fuck!” Spike babble-screamed as he gave one final shove, one final thrust and he could feel himself expelling everything within him into the man whose arms were clinging to him. Felt as his cold seed emptied, as his warm blood flowed. He knew nothing but rapture and love, life and death in that instant. That one solitary moment where there was no Spike and no Xander, only one person, one being joined in the holiest and most sacred act of love and possession.
Beneath him, Xander squirmed and convulsed, his body writhing as his own climax came upon him. His cock ignited, showering their chests with cum as white and cold as snow. Like a tide it came, wave after wave, spurt after spurt until finally there was nothing but the sensation as the orgasm continued to rage through his body.
Even that finally receded after minutes of unparalleled pleasure. He licked Spike’s wound closed and gave a heavy breath as Spike collapsed on top of him, his cock sliding out of him with a liquid swish.
Xander’s legs fell and wrapped around and entangled with Spike’s as Spike’s hands came up to cup and ghost tenderly over Xander’s face.
Human guises once more, two soft and swollen pairs of lips came together for gentle, reassuring kisses. No longer the intense needing, but forever the wanting, forever the love.
The light of the candles slowly slid away as one by one they burnt out, sulfur and smoke rising into the air. Only a few remained, but as maple eyes met sapphire for what was seemingly the first time, it seemed as if neither man ever needed light again. They only needed those eyes, that touch, that all-encompassing and achingly solid feeling of love and trust that flowed through their veins.
“Love you, Xander” Spike whispered, for there was no energy to speak above that.
“Love you too, Spike” Xander breathed in response.
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~Nebula
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Thank soooooo much! If you only knew how anxious I get writing pr0n!
Glad you're like it, bebe!
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Thanks:D
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Thanks, hun! Hope you enjoy when you read!!
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With luck I'll be able to read this evening. I'm fitting in a little computer time now, but expecting to be interupted at any moment. :-)
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Ah, no pressures - it'll still be there when you get to it:D
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That just about says it for me. I don't think you have to worry anymore about your ability to write the smut, sweetie. You just shagged us all senseless. :)
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Awwww, thanks, hun!
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