Let Go
Let Go
my toy boxes and I’m merely playing. I swear I’ll put Andrew and
Michael away when I’m done.
Spoilers: For BTVS everything up until chosen, for QaF I would be
uncertain but should label it AU, sometime before or after Michael’s
relationship with Ben.
Warning: This is male slash. There is sex in here. I’m rating it R
because the piece never goes into detail, but briefly mentions it. If I've
made a mistake by doing this please let me know. The
overall piece is Andrew/Michael, but mentions
Andrew/Xander, Andrew/Spike, Andrew/Warren and Spike/Buffy.
Let Go:
The man in his arms isn’t the one Andrew longed for while listening to
Anya prattle on about him.
Lips move against his neck, up his jaw before tugging on his
ear lobe.
He moans.
Lips on his neck again and a small bite.
It’s not the harsh bite he’d dream of when watching blonde hair with
blue eyes that would flicker over everything and never really settle
unless they landed on the Slayer.
The swish of black leather and the smell of cigarettes and he’d be
wondering how it’d feel to have teeth against his flesh.
This isn’t Spike in his arms.
The teeth are blunt and the body’s warm, human.
“I love you,” is whispered against his cheek as he’s willed to remove
his shirt, his pants.
The other man’s clothes quickly follow.
Harsh things used to accompany those words.
Now instead of stinging words and uncertainty there is a solidness
he’s not use to, and a kindness.
There are still references shared about worlds that don’t exist, but
there's no longer an ulterior motive.
Instead of always being on edge, he feels cherished.
This isn’t Warren.
Dark eyes, dark hair and a boyish charm make up this man who’s slowly
entering him and pushing them both towards ecstasy.
Not the man who dated the perfect woman.
Similar physical features though not quite as tall. He and Andrew are
about the same height.
Pushing, moaning, kissing, loving, wanting, needing…all wrapped
around the man in his arms.
This isn’t Xander.
Andrew is kissed again after, as they lay wrapped around each other.
“I love you,” is repeated, but more quietly this time. It’s almost a
plea.
Andrew kisses back and smiles as he lets go of the past.
“I love you too, Michael.”