Still Wrong
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Adult +
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,272
Reviews:
10
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
Title: Still Wrong 2/2
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: R
Warnings: Boys playing with boys, shame, bruises, not much.
Short Summary: Spike's side of the story
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 Written in thanks for my new beta LJ User Laazikaat. Thanks for everything sweety! I hope you like!
A.N.2 Uhh... still no such thing as Anya.
Comments keep my muse well fed.
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He was trying to bandage his broken arm when he heard his crypt door open. He didn’t bother looking up, just clenched his eyes to keep the tears in. It wasn’t the loud bang the Slayer always made when she entered, it was the quiet sigh of his boy, he was safe for now. He hurt, every part of him, and here was the human to see just how far the Master Vampire had fallen, to help him ease his aches and bandage his wounds. To help him heal after another encounter with the Slayer.
He’d wanted her at first of course, wanted to dominate and control her, wanted to make her love him as he loved her, but that dream was swiftly shattered when reality came home to roost. He was helpless, chipped, at the complete mercy of a cruel blond who seemed to relish his pain just as he’d once had the luxury of doing.
Warm fingers slid under his chin and tilted his face up until his lips met Xander’s. The kiss was sweet, yet chaste, they still had their ceremony to perform. Well, Spike called it a ceremony, where Xander would look over every inch of his skin, kissing each and every bruise, burn and laceration he could find before bandaging it. The fingers grazed his skin where it was unblemished, eliciting soft sighs and quiet whimpers that he couldn’t keep bottled up inside.
The tears began to fall and those soft lips kissed them away, murmuring words of comfort and tenderness and nonsense calming sounds; it just made him cry harder. Oh how far he’d fallen, from what he was before to what his world was now, when the tenderness of a human had him in tears. Some part of Spike saw the mirror held before him, his own reflection in limpid brown pools; there was an unspoken kinship between them, both had felt pain when all they’d wanted was love.
Neither one of them ever spoke of why Spike needed such care and attention, it was an unspoken rule between them that neither wanted broken. Xander didn’t want to admit what his friend and hero was doing to a helpless creature and Spike… Spike didn’t want to admit he needed this tenderness so much he sometimes incited the Slayer into greater fury. He didn’t want to admit the lengths he went to just to get this moment of tenderness.
Xander’s lips found his, he felt himself moan in appreciation at the warmth invading his mouth. It was always like this, this heat taking over his body, even the Slayer couldn’t warm him like Xander could. He lifted his uninjured arm and cupped the back of his human’s head, pulling him in closer, deeper, until he heard Xander whimper in response.
He was always so sweet and tender, careful of every catalogued injury, making sure Spike felt nothing but bliss and those eyes! Those eyes never closed, never stopped looking at him with such care and love. He’d do anything to keep seeing those eyes looking down at him, even taunt the Slayer until she beat him near dust, just to see those eyes.
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: R
Warnings: Boys playing with boys, shame, bruises, not much.
Short Summary: Spike's side of the story
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 Written in thanks for my new beta LJ User Laazikaat. Thanks for everything sweety! I hope you like!
A.N.2 Uhh... still no such thing as Anya.
Comments keep my muse well fed.
He was trying to bandage his broken arm when he heard his crypt door open. He didn’t bother looking up, just clenched his eyes to keep the tears in. It wasn’t the loud bang the Slayer always made when she entered, it was the quiet sigh of his boy, he was safe for now. He hurt, every part of him, and here was the human to see just how far the Master Vampire had fallen, to help him ease his aches and bandage his wounds. To help him heal after another encounter with the Slayer.
He’d wanted her at first of course, wanted to dominate and control her, wanted to make her love him as he loved her, but that dream was swiftly shattered when reality came home to roost. He was helpless, chipped, at the complete mercy of a cruel blond who seemed to relish his pain just as he’d once had the luxury of doing.
Warm fingers slid under his chin and tilted his face up until his lips met Xander’s. The kiss was sweet, yet chaste, they still had their ceremony to perform. Well, Spike called it a ceremony, where Xander would look over every inch of his skin, kissing each and every bruise, burn and laceration he could find before bandaging it. The fingers grazed his skin where it was unblemished, eliciting soft sighs and quiet whimpers that he couldn’t keep bottled up inside.
The tears began to fall and those soft lips kissed them away, murmuring words of comfort and tenderness and nonsense calming sounds; it just made him cry harder. Oh how far he’d fallen, from what he was before to what his world was now, when the tenderness of a human had him in tears. Some part of Spike saw the mirror held before him, his own reflection in limpid brown pools; there was an unspoken kinship between them, both had felt pain when all they’d wanted was love.
Neither one of them ever spoke of why Spike needed such care and attention, it was an unspoken rule between them that neither wanted broken. Xander didn’t want to admit what his friend and hero was doing to a helpless creature and Spike… Spike didn’t want to admit he needed this tenderness so much he sometimes incited the Slayer into greater fury. He didn’t want to admit the lengths he went to just to get this moment of tenderness.
Xander’s lips found his, he felt himself moan in appreciation at the warmth invading his mouth. It was always like this, this heat taking over his body, even the Slayer couldn’t warm him like Xander could. He lifted his uninjured arm and cupped the back of his human’s head, pulling him in closer, deeper, until he heard Xander whimper in response.
He was always so sweet and tender, careful of every catalogued injury, making sure Spike felt nothing but bliss and those eyes! Those eyes never closed, never stopped looking at him with such care and love. He’d do anything to keep seeing those eyes looking down at him, even taunt the Slayer until she beat him near dust, just to see those eyes.