In the Dark

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: Lee_Michelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please
Archive: If your crazy enough to want it, just take it aend end me a postcard so I know where its living.
Spoilers: After Hell’s Bell’s
Notes: Not sure about this, it sorta crept up on me and wouldn’t go away, I have no idea where it came from or what it wants, it’s a bit darker than I usually do. I think I must be channelling someone else lol.
Hugs to Meg the most wonderful beta in the world, and to Amy who keeps me motivated. Love you both.

In the Dark

The velvet darkness roiled thick and hot with too many breaths panted in quick succession. No light penetrated the room, not the merest glimmer of luminescence to reflect off the wide-open mirrors that were his eyes. The near total silence of their surroundings jarred by faint rough gasps and muffled skin on skin slaps. Heat rose from bodies driven to need and take and want and now by time and circumstance. If one had been cajoled and coerced into the dance then the other found it sweeter because of just that thought. Long days and nights had passed as this act had been planned and lusted after. Time which should have been better spent on the day to day of living and just plain getting by had in fact been spent watching, plotting. The urge to do this had grown until fate had stepped in and handed him what he wanted….no what he needed.

When everything around his prey had fallen apart, when he had no where to turn, no where to run, no one to blame except himself….then…..then it had been time. Driving himself into the heat, into that place where he could find forgetfulness, to lose himself totally in an act of unbearable joy. Hands gripped painfully tight, hard enough to bruise, which suited both prey and predator. Brutal blinding hard thrusts into a body willing and able to take the abuse for the sake of suffering brought about the end to this parody of the act of love.

Twin cries keening into the dark as the two men fell onto the bed, trembling with fatigue. Tears streaked Xander’s face as he buried it in the rumpled sheets, too ashamed to speak. Spike lay on top of the human, an air of lazy satisfaction on his face, his cock still buried in that seductive heat. The thump thump thump of Xander’s still rapid heartbeat soothing him as did the salt smell of the human’s tears. Idly he wondered how long the other man would take to try and leave him. No one stayed with him for long…..he learned long ago not to expect loyalty from others……this one would be no better, best to use him as long as he could then move on.

He smiled to himself as he remembered that Xander wanted this, even in his humiliation, he wanted Spike and that was all he needed….permission. With it he could do virtually anything he liked and chip be dammed. Still….he was a good fuck…..better than Buffy, curse the bitch…if he left at least he had the satisfaction of having made this lover burn for his touch….. made the blinding enmity take second place to the need crawling through his body whenever Spike was near. He had lived in the dark too long not to be drawn to the despair of others.

When Xander had been his the first time, Spike had smiled with malicious glee at the despair that had covered the other man like a cloak. Too much alcohol had allowed him to be driven down to wallow in his misery, and Spike had watched, waiting for the right time. He had followed the drunken man and courtesy of an unrevoked invitation had let himself into Xander’s home. There amid the wreckage of Xander’s life he found the mortal kneeling, arms wrapped around his body as the tears flowed over his cheeks. He had smiled and let his sil silky voice penetrate the other mans despair, offering forgetfulness, offering mindless copulation, offering to let him touch without the bother of feelings or emotions. To forget everything except the mindless, unconscious needs of his body and to let that remind him that he still lived.

He had threaded his hands through the thick dark hair and pulled the pale face up to look at him. Wide dark eyes shadowed in haunted hollows stared up at him, emotionless for a moment. Then the arms had unwrapped themselves and hesitantly moved to touch his jean-clad legs. Spike had smiled, not a nice smile as the man inched his hand upward to hesitantly touch his crotch. He was so hard, seeing Xander like this, a broken wreck of a man had given him such desire he was almost shivering with need.

He freed one hand and undid his fly reaching in to release his hard pale length. Xander stared, his eyes darted up to Spike’s and then back down to the drooling dick in front of his mouth. He licked his dry lips but didn’t move, Spike leaned forward and rubbed the head along the full bottom lip, Xander’s mouth opened fractionally and the vampire shoved himself in. Warm hands latched on to his legs in token protest as he started to fuck Xander’s mouth. The human struggled to breathe around the obstruction in his throat, the ragged moans only spurred Spike on…. that and seeing the hopelessness lessen in those depthless eyes, replaced by want. Xander’s hands curled around the vampire’s legs digging in fiercely as he tried to deal with the cock trying to force itself further into his throat. His eyes never left Spike’s as life flared there and Xander fought back, using his tongue and teeth to give Spike as rough a ride as he was giving Xander. Spike’s lips curled up sardonically as he watched the man on his knees avidly suck on his cock.

*Much better pet, like prey that fights back, always makes it sweeter*

A long scrape of blunt teeth along the length of his cock made him groan with pleasure pain. The light streaks of blood as the cock made its way in and out of Xander’s mouth turned him to steel. Fingers griped inhumanely tight as Spike rammed his cock into Xander’s throat, holding the struggling human to him as he came nearly convulsing with pleasure. The hands gripping his legs went lax and he let Xander draw his face away, his softened cock held still in his mouth.

“Want more pet”

Shame flooded Xanderace ace as he all but spat the limp member out and turned to look away. Shaking hands came up to hide the rising of colour forgetting that Spike can sense the heat and smell the tears when they come again. Spike felt his cock swell at the intoxicating scent and used his hand, coaxing himself to full hardness again. Pulling Xander to his feet, he noticed that the mortal came willingly, not protesting when Spike unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. Only blushing with shame when his hard cock was revealed. At Spike’s insistence Xander toed off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans, his hands going to slowly peel his shirt off. He stood dejectedly in front of the vampire, who merely smirked and undressed as well, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him.

“Not bad pet, been working hard I see”

Roughly taking Xander’s hard length in hand, Spike snaked his free hand around the man’s neck pulling him down into a commanding kiss. Pulling back to watch in satisfaction as Xander avoided his eyes and threw his head back, unconsciously offering his throat, arching his body into Spikes. The calloused hand jerked him mercilessly, keeping him hard and wanting as the other hand pushed between his cheeks. A groan of acceptance mixed with lust and two fingers edged inside the heat of his body. Xander pushed back, physical pain numbing his mental anguish, feeding his spiralling descent into carnal oblivion. No where but here and now, no one but him and his tormentor, his saviour, his pain, his pleasure….nothing else intruded. Leaning into the cool body, feeling himself being turned, bent over, the rough nap of the couch fabric against his ribs. The hand on his cock leaving, his own hand being moved to replace it, taking up the slack, keeping the pace. Something slick and dark, oily and rich dripping over his ass, sliding down the cleft and pooling slightly around the fingers that still worked in and out of his ass. The slippery flood being sucked inside him as the fingers go from two to three, causing more moans of pleasure pain. The fingers brush and twist and turn and Xander bucks as something in him breaks, more pleasure than he ever thought possible at the hands of a man who hates him. Shudders rack him as impossible colours break and wash behind closed lids.

His cock jumps in his hand as the cool fingers leave, his moans of protest cut short by the presence of a cockhead, much larger and potentially more painful. Xander pushes back on the large length, he couldn’t see Spike’s smile of malice his effort. Harsh hands grasp his hips and he’s pushed up hard against the couch as a single thrust gives him what he wants. The human’s low keening cry as the vampire wriggles against his ass making sure he’s seated as deeply as he can get.
Xander spreads himself further in response, offering his ass, needing every thing Spike can give him, moaning as he gets a little bit more. His cheeks ache a little as Spike spreads his palms over them, forcing them apart so he can view his handiwork.

Wide pale cock buried to the hilt in Xander’s warm hole, his own blood coating the way, wiry hairs brushing over sensitive skin. He brings one hand closer letting his thumb drift down to where his cock disappears. Pushes it down into the springy steel of his cock, levers it forward and smiles as it too disappears to the knuckle in the red washed muscle. Pulls it out with his cock and drives it back in, letting the nail scrape the burning ring. Knows that Xander wants the pain, and gives him what he wants, harder faster listening to the escalating pants for breath. Moves his hand away to stroke over the smooth skin on Xander’s back, reaching up and tangling in midnight dark hair. Wrapping his fingers around the silky locks and pulling sharply, forcing the head up and back. Fucking now, harder than Xander could have believed, knowing that he wants it, wants this, wants Spike. Coming in a burst of light and shuddering stillness, body convulsing around the cock pounding his ass, cool seed and a choked cry as the vampire comes too. Collapsing on the floor still joined, not wanting to lose the thick length buried deep inside his shivering body. Knowing he’s caught and wanting to never be free again, binding himself body and soul, living for the next time….and the next….

Now he cries because he’s ashamed of how he feels, knows he’s sick for wanting the pain and the pleasure. Scared and waiting for Spike to tire of him, to toss him away like everyone else in his life has. Whispering softly to himself forgetting that vampires can hear more in the dark than most humans can see in the light.
“Don’t leave me, yours only yours”
Fingers in his hair and he feels Spike’s lips on his neck, arching, offering, pleading.
“Yours, only yours”
Fangs, needle sharp, fiercely painful, pierce his skin and he jerks in response, giving blood and heat and pleasure. Spike moans around the mouthful of blood, the essence of Xander’s desire and want flavouring it with a thousand sweet tastes. Marking, claiming, belonging, anchoring them together in a way that no one else will ever understand.

In the dark where Spike and Xander give each other everything they need….. heat, pain, possession, pleasure, and in a twisted way…love.

The end.