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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,138
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2 - Discovery
CHAPTER 2 - Discovery
Their kisses warmed and wandered onto each others' jaw lines and throats, necks and shoulders, and the hollow at the base of Spike's throat. Their tongues made long strokes across collar bones and breast bones, shorter ones around ears and earlobes, fingers intertwined with curly locks of white blond and less blond hair. It was hard to tell where one Spike began and the other ended. Their legs wrapped around and between, the sheet went away, groping hands touched and caressed their way across abs and ribs, chests and buttocks. The room filled with the h sce scent of their arousal and two perfectly alabaster erections were stroked by two perfectly formed hands. They moved in amazing tandem, knowing what the other wanted and liked because each himself knew what he liked. As things grew warmer and harder, they became more urgent, yet their dance had an unexpected peacefulness to it.
Spike surrendered control and lay back, still stroking his other self lightly across his well-formed cheeks and down onto his thigh, tracing circles, teasing and probing, but not really getting there. The older, slightly more experienced, Spike took the lead and raised the bar a little, nibbling at his twin's chest, biting lightly on one nipple as pliant fingers twisted and teased the other. Spike moaned and writhed beneath him. It was as if their minds were mingled as well as their bodies ... touch here, yes, caress there, mmm kiss, slower, faster, tongue ... but the only sounds were calmly delighted moans.
From time to time, one would stop and just look at the other, tiny smiles were exchanged, and an overall knowledge that, as odd as this might have seemed to someone else or even to them at first, the fulfillment was incredible. They both felt complete, as if a part of themselves accepted the other part, took their hurt and wrapped it in their own knowledge and experience and gave it back to the other like a carefully wrapped gift. Spike the older could still feel the raw pain Buffy had inflicted on his younger self. It helped to remind him that no matter the dreams of their past together, there was no way that any involvement with her could have any positive affect and, in fact, would destroy everything he had built and probably himself and his sanity. Spike the younger felt the self-assurance and confidence his more experienced self had, the comforting knowledge of their pride, of belonging, of Baby as the sun and moon of his existence. These silent exchanges took the weaker parts of each man and turned them into strengths.
The older Spike shifted a little, settling himself on his knees between the younger man's outstretched legs. Reaching up toward his shoulders, he curled his fingers just enough to lightly touch, caress and scratch randomly as he raked down the fine, pale skin. Spike shivered, wanting more. He was rewarded as his mirror image repeated the gesture, this time with more intensity, leaving little raised stripes of flesh behind the pathway of his nails. Flattening his hands now, he watched his younger self closely as he placed a cool palm on each knee and began slowly gliding up across his thighs, hip bones and waist, dwelling a little longer over his stomach, feeling the grove and curve of each muscle there before continuing up his ribs to his shoulders. When he stopped, the older vampire was stretched out completely over him, and he very, very slowly lowered himself onto the quivering body of his younger self and adjusted himself until they matched perfectly together.
Stunned by the beauty of it, both Spikes stretched their arms straight out from their sides, letting as much of their skin touch as possible. The man on top moved both of his legs on top of Spike's and they lay there, perfectly stacked together. Each wrist matched wrist, their shoulders, even their ribs seemed to match perfectly to one another. The muscles of their thighs, their knees, their stomachs and hip bones. The only part of them even slightly askew was the older man's head resting just to the side of his twin, and even then, their ears seemed to match up in a mirrored sort of way. If there had been a living heart between them it would have beat in tandem. Everything about them was identical, and the meeting of the perfect parts in such an intimate manner only drew attention to one other similarity, the delightful size, unusually curved shape, and hardness of their identical erections brushing and rubbing up against one another like hands being brought together in prayer.
It was indescribable bliss for both of them. Like reading the others' thoughts, they both began to move their hips slightly back and forth, side to side, and into a circular motion which lifted and settled them together. Quiet moans of pleasure floated through the air like whispers in a summer meadow. They were amazing together. Spike on top trailed his fingertips across the inside of the other man's arms from wrist to shoulder as Spike on the bottom wrapped those same arms around the other and pulled him in closely. Future Spike ran his hands through the peroxide blond's hair as their hips began to gyrate even more, still torturously slow but more urgently and with more pressure. Spike felt cool breath on his neck once more and found his own face nuzzling into the neck of his 'brother.' At the same time, both men shifted slightly and sent a single hand down the other's body until each reached the stiff, pulsating cock of the other, wrapping their strong hands around them and squeezing.
They both audibly gasped, then they began to stroke each other, sometimes with open hand, sometimes in tightened fist as their excitement for one another built. Faster and faster they pumped, gently, then roughly, and always together. Their blue eyes became like shimmering crystal as they looked into each other's faces with adoration and understanding. As they drew closer they both felt less and less in control, climbing and panting their way up the mountain of orgasm they both were anticipating. Their arousal had reached such a point that nothing could have stopped them ... not that anyone would even try. Their strong hands continuing their urgent work, their unneeded breaths became more and more shallow until they both stopped. Suddenly. They looked deeply into each other, a smile playing at their lips. They both knew it was right. Their hands continued their dance as the two men simultaneously slipped into game face and sunk their fangs into the other's neck, drinking deeply from each other, from themselves, as the first shattering orgasm took them both at the same time. Spurts of cool cum expelled from them as they drank from each other, the yin and yang of their acts. And as the power of their own blood passed between them, they became undeniably and inseparably .... one.
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DEDICATION: This chapter is lovingly dedicated to Ditto,
who convinced me that slash could be fun to write and make you quiver like a school girl!
-----------------------------------------
Their kisses warmed and wandered onto each others' jaw lines and throats, necks and shoulders, and the hollow at the base of Spike's throat. Their tongues made long strokes across collar bones and breast bones, shorter ones around ears and earlobes, fingers intertwined with curly locks of white blond and less blond hair. It was hard to tell where one Spike began and the other ended. Their legs wrapped around and between, the sheet went away, groping hands touched and caressed their way across abs and ribs, chests and buttocks. The room filled with the h sce scent of their arousal and two perfectly alabaster erections were stroked by two perfectly formed hands. They moved in amazing tandem, knowing what the other wanted and liked because each himself knew what he liked. As things grew warmer and harder, they became more urgent, yet their dance had an unexpected peacefulness to it.
Spike surrendered control and lay back, still stroking his other self lightly across his well-formed cheeks and down onto his thigh, tracing circles, teasing and probing, but not really getting there. The older, slightly more experienced, Spike took the lead and raised the bar a little, nibbling at his twin's chest, biting lightly on one nipple as pliant fingers twisted and teased the other. Spike moaned and writhed beneath him. It was as if their minds were mingled as well as their bodies ... touch here, yes, caress there, mmm kiss, slower, faster, tongue ... but the only sounds were calmly delighted moans.
From time to time, one would stop and just look at the other, tiny smiles were exchanged, and an overall knowledge that, as odd as this might have seemed to someone else or even to them at first, the fulfillment was incredible. They both felt complete, as if a part of themselves accepted the other part, took their hurt and wrapped it in their own knowledge and experience and gave it back to the other like a carefully wrapped gift. Spike the older could still feel the raw pain Buffy had inflicted on his younger self. It helped to remind him that no matter the dreams of their past together, there was no way that any involvement with her could have any positive affect and, in fact, would destroy everything he had built and probably himself and his sanity. Spike the younger felt the self-assurance and confidence his more experienced self had, the comforting knowledge of their pride, of belonging, of Baby as the sun and moon of his existence. These silent exchanges took the weaker parts of each man and turned them into strengths.
The older Spike shifted a little, settling himself on his knees between the younger man's outstretched legs. Reaching up toward his shoulders, he curled his fingers just enough to lightly touch, caress and scratch randomly as he raked down the fine, pale skin. Spike shivered, wanting more. He was rewarded as his mirror image repeated the gesture, this time with more intensity, leaving little raised stripes of flesh behind the pathway of his nails. Flattening his hands now, he watched his younger self closely as he placed a cool palm on each knee and began slowly gliding up across his thighs, hip bones and waist, dwelling a little longer over his stomach, feeling the grove and curve of each muscle there before continuing up his ribs to his shoulders. When he stopped, the older vampire was stretched out completely over him, and he very, very slowly lowered himself onto the quivering body of his younger self and adjusted himself until they matched perfectly together.
Stunned by the beauty of it, both Spikes stretched their arms straight out from their sides, letting as much of their skin touch as possible. The man on top moved both of his legs on top of Spike's and they lay there, perfectly stacked together. Each wrist matched wrist, their shoulders, even their ribs seemed to match perfectly to one another. The muscles of their thighs, their knees, their stomachs and hip bones. The only part of them even slightly askew was the older man's head resting just to the side of his twin, and even then, their ears seemed to match up in a mirrored sort of way. If there had been a living heart between them it would have beat in tandem. Everything about them was identical, and the meeting of the perfect parts in such an intimate manner only drew attention to one other similarity, the delightful size, unusually curved shape, and hardness of their identical erections brushing and rubbing up against one another like hands being brought together in prayer.
It was indescribable bliss for both of them. Like reading the others' thoughts, they both began to move their hips slightly back and forth, side to side, and into a circular motion which lifted and settled them together. Quiet moans of pleasure floated through the air like whispers in a summer meadow. They were amazing together. Spike on top trailed his fingertips across the inside of the other man's arms from wrist to shoulder as Spike on the bottom wrapped those same arms around the other and pulled him in closely. Future Spike ran his hands through the peroxide blond's hair as their hips began to gyrate even more, still torturously slow but more urgently and with more pressure. Spike felt cool breath on his neck once more and found his own face nuzzling into the neck of his 'brother.' At the same time, both men shifted slightly and sent a single hand down the other's body until each reached the stiff, pulsating cock of the other, wrapping their strong hands around them and squeezing.
They both audibly gasped, then they began to stroke each other, sometimes with open hand, sometimes in tightened fist as their excitement for one another built. Faster and faster they pumped, gently, then roughly, and always together. Their blue eyes became like shimmering crystal as they looked into each other's faces with adoration and understanding. As they drew closer they both felt less and less in control, climbing and panting their way up the mountain of orgasm they both were anticipating. Their arousal had reached such a point that nothing could have stopped them ... not that anyone would even try. Their strong hands continuing their urgent work, their unneeded breaths became more and more shallow until they both stopped. Suddenly. They looked deeply into each other, a smile playing at their lips. They both knew it was right. Their hands continued their dance as the two men simultaneously slipped into game face and sunk their fangs into the other's neck, drinking deeply from each other, from themselves, as the first shattering orgasm took them both at the same time. Spurts of cool cum expelled from them as they drank from each other, the yin and yang of their acts. And as the power of their own blood passed between them, they became undeniably and inseparably .... one.
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DEDICATION: This chapter is lovingly dedicated to Ditto,
who convinced me that slash could be fun to write and make you quiver like a school girl!
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