Lingerie
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,236
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0
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Currently Reading:
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3 (s/x)
Spike's POV
Started out half-assed, as, well…yeah, most of his plans do. On patrol with the dumbfuckluck Scoobies; he’d draped the duster ‘round Red’s shoulders – not that he cared, ‘course – just ‘those little mousy teeth chattering were enough to drive a vamp bug-shaggin’ crazy. ‘Sides, fit in with his plan, it did. They’d stopped to watch the Slayer take out a new fledge – child’s play, that – with Spike standing, coincidentally *snerk*, behind the witches and in front of his Xanpet. Undid the top two buttons on his jeans and slid them down, just an inch or so. Hchoschosen perfectly: pink – light enough to catch the shoddy cemetery lamps but just enough contrast to pale, bloodless skin. Lacy little knickers - scratchy as hell - but he hadn’t found a kink yet the boy didn’t have, and didn’t plan on missing this time. Stuck his thumbs in the front pockets and leaned over Glenda’s shoulder just a bit. It was likely the only one of his sodding plans to go according to *snort* plan.
Xanpet was fond of those lacy numbers, but he’d gotten quite fond of satin, himself: Satin bikinis, cut low enough to cover almost nothing, and a slinky satin cami…holy fuck, the way it felt against his skin…
Made the whelp his bitch one night. Tied him, starkers, standing between the endposts of the bed, then laid his sexy self back wrapped in satin, on sheets of satin, and began touching. Hands gliding over a heaving chest; grazing nipples and cock gasping for attention. *Sliding. Writhing. Pulsing. Bucking. Touching.* Never more than a whisper of a touch, locked goldeneyes on Xanpet’s dilated ones. Sweat dripping off the boy, sweet and tangy saturated the air. With the first warm plops on shuddering abs, he stiffened, and…Fuck!Xander!
Bollcks! He’ll have to change again before Xander gets home.
Damn good plan, that.
Started out half-assed, as, well…yeah, most of his plans do. On patrol with the dumbfuckluck Scoobies; he’d draped the duster ‘round Red’s shoulders – not that he cared, ‘course – just ‘those little mousy teeth chattering were enough to drive a vamp bug-shaggin’ crazy. ‘Sides, fit in with his plan, it did. They’d stopped to watch the Slayer take out a new fledge – child’s play, that – with Spike standing, coincidentally *snerk*, behind the witches and in front of his Xanpet. Undid the top two buttons on his jeans and slid them down, just an inch or so. Hchoschosen perfectly: pink – light enough to catch the shoddy cemetery lamps but just enough contrast to pale, bloodless skin. Lacy little knickers - scratchy as hell - but he hadn’t found a kink yet the boy didn’t have, and didn’t plan on missing this time. Stuck his thumbs in the front pockets and leaned over Glenda’s shoulder just a bit. It was likely the only one of his sodding plans to go according to *snort* plan.
Xanpet was fond of those lacy numbers, but he’d gotten quite fond of satin, himself: Satin bikinis, cut low enough to cover almost nothing, and a slinky satin cami…holy fuck, the way it felt against his skin…
Made the whelp his bitch one night. Tied him, starkers, standing between the endposts of the bed, then laid his sexy self back wrapped in satin, on sheets of satin, and began touching. Hands gliding over a heaving chest; grazing nipples and cock gasping for attention. *Sliding. Writhing. Pulsing. Bucking. Touching.* Never more than a whisper of a touch, locked goldeneyes on Xanpet’s dilated ones. Sweat dripping off the boy, sweet and tangy saturated the air. With the first warm plops on shuddering abs, he stiffened, and…Fuck!Xander!
Bollcks! He’ll have to change again before Xander gets home.
Damn good plan, that.