Awaken
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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3,676
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15
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ch. 3
“Come on, how bad could it be?” Spike looked down at his own body, and the all too visible present he had for Xander.
Smug bastard, he was really strutting his stuff. “Look, you’re not quite what I had in mind.”
“I’m exactly what you had in mind. You made me, every inch. Even the extra inches—“
“Whoa!” Xander raised his hands to his ears, and felt his cheeks warm. Damn, why did he have to talk out loud as he worked. He’d just been entertaining himself when he’d muttered about giving his statue a really big dick and making it the envy of men and desired by women... now it was really biting him in the ass!
“Do you want to know how it felt when you touched—“
“No... no really, no need...”
“Right. Do you have a bed.”
“Sure. It’s right over... hey!”
“Hey...” The word sounded ‘more suggestive/less surprise’ coming from Spike who advanced on his reluctant artist.
“Ah, Spike...” Stepping away, Xander put his hand out against Spike’s chest, trying to hold him back.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
Gripping Xander’s wrists, Spike forced the artist’s palms to slide up and down his chest. “Not too bad a job.”
At first, Xander didn’t get it... he was concentrating too hard on backing away. But then the heat of Spike’s body seeped through the vampire’s thin shirt, and awareness slammed into Xander – big time. Fuck... he really had done a great job... he splayed his hands across Spike’s abs, every plane, every indentation carved ever so carefully, so beautiful... So alive... so very much alive.
“Go ahead and say it.”
“S... say what?” Fuck, he felt the edge of the bed behind his knees and there was nowhere to go. His heart was racing all over again, making it impossible for him to think. Dammit.
“Perfect.”
“P..perfect... hey!”
“Hey,” Spike drawled. Pushing Xander flat on his back and climbing on the bed on his knees, one step at a time, until he straddled the artist’s hips and loomed over him. “You’re not too bad yourself, yeah?”
Trapped between Spike’s knees, Xander dumbly watched as Spike peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. He sucked his breath in as his gaze skimmed over alabaster skin stretched taut over muscle, and lower, to the clearly defined outline of Spike’s cock straining against his pants. Flames licked his body and intensified when the vampire’s hands framed his groin as he slowly unzipped. Xander quickly looked up, and when his eye finally met Spike’s molten gaze, he knew he had to get out of there.
“Can’t...”
“Must.”
“What?”
“It’s your spell. You wanted me body, mind and soul... well the body bit comes first, yeah?” Spike’s hands fell to the waistband of Xander’s pants and he unbuttoned with deliberate movements, then unzipped him.
“No... not interested....” Xander choked out, his voice as weak as his efforts to stop Spike from opening his jeans.
Smirking, Spike dropped his hips down and leaned forward slightly, dragging his erection over Xander’s. “Liar.
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Smug bastard, he was really strutting his stuff. “Look, you’re not quite what I had in mind.”
“I’m exactly what you had in mind. You made me, every inch. Even the extra inches—“
“Whoa!” Xander raised his hands to his ears, and felt his cheeks warm. Damn, why did he have to talk out loud as he worked. He’d just been entertaining himself when he’d muttered about giving his statue a really big dick and making it the envy of men and desired by women... now it was really biting him in the ass!
“Do you want to know how it felt when you touched—“
“No... no really, no need...”
“Right. Do you have a bed.”
“Sure. It’s right over... hey!”
“Hey...” The word sounded ‘more suggestive/less surprise’ coming from Spike who advanced on his reluctant artist.
“Ah, Spike...” Stepping away, Xander put his hand out against Spike’s chest, trying to hold him back.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
Gripping Xander’s wrists, Spike forced the artist’s palms to slide up and down his chest. “Not too bad a job.”
At first, Xander didn’t get it... he was concentrating too hard on backing away. But then the heat of Spike’s body seeped through the vampire’s thin shirt, and awareness slammed into Xander – big time. Fuck... he really had done a great job... he splayed his hands across Spike’s abs, every plane, every indentation carved ever so carefully, so beautiful... So alive... so very much alive.
“Go ahead and say it.”
“S... say what?” Fuck, he felt the edge of the bed behind his knees and there was nowhere to go. His heart was racing all over again, making it impossible for him to think. Dammit.
“Perfect.”
“P..perfect... hey!”
“Hey,” Spike drawled. Pushing Xander flat on his back and climbing on the bed on his knees, one step at a time, until he straddled the artist’s hips and loomed over him. “You’re not too bad yourself, yeah?”
Trapped between Spike’s knees, Xander dumbly watched as Spike peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. He sucked his breath in as his gaze skimmed over alabaster skin stretched taut over muscle, and lower, to the clearly defined outline of Spike’s cock straining against his pants. Flames licked his body and intensified when the vampire’s hands framed his groin as he slowly unzipped. Xander quickly looked up, and when his eye finally met Spike’s molten gaze, he knew he had to get out of there.
“Can’t...”
“Must.”
“What?”
“It’s your spell. You wanted me body, mind and soul... well the body bit comes first, yeah?” Spike’s hands fell to the waistband of Xander’s pants and he unbuttoned with deliberate movements, then unzipped him.
“No... not interested....” Xander choked out, his voice as weak as his efforts to stop Spike from opening his jeans.
Smirking, Spike dropped his hips down and leaned forward slightly, dragging his erection over Xander’s. “Liar.
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