The Beat Goes On
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,170
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Beat Goes On
Fandom: Btvs
Pairing: Spike / Xander
Rating: NC17
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: Lee_Michelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: Not mine, (dammit pouts, stamps foot) they belong to Joss.
Spoilers: Season 4 ish
Notes: To my wonderful beta goddess Meg for making this flow so much better (thanks sweetie lurve ya) and to Amy for giving me hints and tips (he he he)
Hugs Lee
The Beat Goes On
It’s the beat that drags him down, thumping, coursing, stirring, calling to him with its siren song. He can almost feel the weight of it, thudding through the air to pound at his ears. He’s tried so hard to ignore it, but he cant…. god its so close…so seductive, rich and heady like the finest wine…no like ambrosia…. truly nectar of the gods. But it’s so far away, further than the ends of the earth, but close enough to touch in reality. He squeezes his eyes shut in frustration, tossing his head in an attempt to dispel the pulsing that seems to echo endlessly in his ears. Hands clench and unclench almost in sync with the steady beat that’s slowly driving him insane.
The other discomforts he can ignore, the ropes, and the hunger that gnaws at his belly. Ignore even the disappointing absence of fear in the air. He tries desperately to focus on the other sounds that surround him in this dank place. The house creaks and groans, the pipes rattle and the wind whistles softly around the windowpane. But this, this is the ultimate torture…even with his eyes firmly shut he can see it. That little pulse point, thumps, beats…, so stable, like a rock washed by the steady rhythm of the waves. So steady and it galls him that he’s ever heard it that slow, that relaxed. He wants it racing, so fast its fit to burst…and ahh what a rhythm that would be. With fear and apprehension working to season the taste, he wants it rich and dripping on his tongue.wantwants to roll it around in his mouth and savour the flavours, feeling it warm and nourish him.
He licks his lips, groaning with the remembered pleasures, the recollection of associated smells and textures. Sweat with its light seasoning of , th, that’s gently licked away to reveal the expanse of golden skin beneath. Lost in memory he can’t help but give way to his craving. Ropes, harshly restraining his wrists, part like butter cleaved with a warm knife when he turns his true strength against them. The frayed strands fall aside, and he casually leans down to free his legs. In a daze he moves silently to the foot of the bed, looking down with obvious, painful hunger at his intended. Tanned golden skin, silky smooth covers the body of the man before him. A dusting of downy hairs starts at the ankles and blankets the lean legs, growing thicker by the inch. His gaze travels upward taking in the loose boxer shorts and white tee shirt that clothe his victim.
Muscular arms are relaxed in sleep and the tanned neck is arched to the side. A riot of dark hair spills over the spot that’s calling him, loose curls grown long in apathy.
His mouth waters as he gently reaches out a trembling finger to brush the curls away. Xander arches into the soft touch, as Spike’s finger caresses the pulse point, tilting his head a little further to the side. Drawn down Spike settles on the bed beside the human, unsurprised when no alarm is raised. Knows the boy could sleep through a bomb going off and determined to use that to his advantage. Continues to stroke, mesmerised by the beat and now the heat of Xander’s body. Wants to bite and feels the warning tingle of the chip in his head. He curses fluently at the restriction, and just aches to feel warmth of living blood in his mouth again.
Xander starts to move slightly and Spike watches, see’s he’s deep in some dream, hears him murmur. Eyebrows lift in mute surprise as his own name falls from the boy’s lips, in a breathy sort of sigh. Looking down he smirks at the growing erection he can see tenting the boys boxers. Carefully he kneels by the bed; fingers reach out and quietly slide the material down. The cock that appears gives way to another quirked eyebrow, as the vampire appreciates the length and width of it. Xander’s hips thrust up in tiny movements as his cock waves in the empty air.
A quick glance shows Spike that his human prey is still deeply asleep. He licks his lips…. blood warm skin, rosy pink and so mouth-wateringly tempting sways in his line of vision. He leans over casting out his tongue and catching the tip for a brief moment. Heat blooms on the site and he shivers at the taste of musk, sweet sweat mingling with slick slightly bitter precum. Laying his head carefully on the warm stomach, listening for a change in the rhythm of his heart. Knowing that Xander is still asleep as he opens his mouth in front of the swaying cock. Makes sure he’s just close enough to wrap his lips around the pliant head. He nearly comes in his pants at the heat that burns his mouth. His tongue flicks at the slit, questing for living juice to swallow down. His hunt rewarded as pearly drops of precum leak into his mouth making him salivate in ecstasy. His own cock throbs, hard and aching, so he quickly tugs open the buttons wrapping his hand around it as it springs out.
Just for that moment he is content, hot hard pulsing dick in his mouth and blood rushing under his ear. He squeezes his own cock, groaning lightly around Xander’s hot length, feels the boy thrust in response. Sucks in, hollowing his cheeks as Xander thrusts, letting him do all the work. Satin skin over hot steel slides in and out of his more than willing mouth. He swallows as it hits the back of his throat encouraging it to delve deeper, further. Spike’s hand moves over his own cool cock…. up and down, sliding the foreskin up and over the tip. Clever fingers swiping the clear drops of precum that form in response to his tender strokes.
When he hears Xander’s heartbeat speed up, he starts just a little, though he feels the boy is still deep in dreams. Warm fingers tangle now in his hair and he smiles around the cock in his mouth. The human is too far gone to stop now, his thrusts become harder, his breath panted out as Spike sucks him. He hears his name repeated over and over, until the boy’s breath hitches, cutting ofl sol sound. His full heavy length lodged all the way down Spike’s throat, dark pubic hairs curling around his nose. He feels Xander’s cock twitch and jerk, hot cum welcomed as it slides down his throat. Spike’s own orgasm hits him, his cold seed spraying over the side of the bed and his hand.
“Spike”
Sleepy sated voice mumbles his name and Spike freezes as the boy wakes for a just a moment before drifting off again.
He doesn’t move till Xander’s slumber evens his breathing, and then he stays silent and motionless, just suckling at the limp member in his mouth. Carefully cleaning it, nursing it like a child who doesn’t want to lose his treat. Letting go with a sigh, Spike puts Xander to rights, dawn is coming and with it he feels sleep isn’t far away. He grabs up a towel and wipes himself down, turning and flopping down on to the lounger. He stares at the still sleeping male, listens to the sound of his h. Th. The beat just as loud in his ears yet this time it lulls him, this time sleep claims him. The silence is broken only by the sound of the birds welcoming the day, and the murmurs of the rousing human.
“Mmmmmspike”
Xander wakes, relaxed by the most incredible dream he’s ever had. He reaches down, surprise shaking the last of the sleep from his mind. Nothing to show he’s just had an amazing orgasm…..he knows he came…..felt the pleasure of his orgasm burning through his body. But there is no evidence, no sticky boxers, no smirking vampire, as he’s sure Spike would have been aware. Strange Spike is sound asleep…..and untied. Xander’s heart races, maybe it wasn’t just a dream. But it sounds pretty far fetched even for the things that happen to him.
*Sure Spike just broke his bonds and came over and gave me the most unbelievable blowjob I’ve ever had.*
He wrings his hands together and stops in shock, laying them palm up so he can look at them. Sticky gel covers his fingers, he stares at Spike in shock, the vampires hair is mussed, standing up in unruly spikes like someone has run their fingers through it…….or held it steady so they could thrust their cock into that cool mouth. Xander’s heart pounds in his chest, blood rushing, the scent of fear permeates the room……. and in his sleep, Spike smiles.
The end?
Pairing: Spike / Xander
Rating: NC17
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: Lee_Michelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: Not mine, (dammit pouts, stamps foot) they belong to Joss.
Spoilers: Season 4 ish
Notes: To my wonderful beta goddess Meg for making this flow so much better (thanks sweetie lurve ya) and to Amy for giving me hints and tips (he he he)
Hugs Lee
The Beat Goes On
It’s the beat that drags him down, thumping, coursing, stirring, calling to him with its siren song. He can almost feel the weight of it, thudding through the air to pound at his ears. He’s tried so hard to ignore it, but he cant…. god its so close…so seductive, rich and heady like the finest wine…no like ambrosia…. truly nectar of the gods. But it’s so far away, further than the ends of the earth, but close enough to touch in reality. He squeezes his eyes shut in frustration, tossing his head in an attempt to dispel the pulsing that seems to echo endlessly in his ears. Hands clench and unclench almost in sync with the steady beat that’s slowly driving him insane.
The other discomforts he can ignore, the ropes, and the hunger that gnaws at his belly. Ignore even the disappointing absence of fear in the air. He tries desperately to focus on the other sounds that surround him in this dank place. The house creaks and groans, the pipes rattle and the wind whistles softly around the windowpane. But this, this is the ultimate torture…even with his eyes firmly shut he can see it. That little pulse point, thumps, beats…, so stable, like a rock washed by the steady rhythm of the waves. So steady and it galls him that he’s ever heard it that slow, that relaxed. He wants it racing, so fast its fit to burst…and ahh what a rhythm that would be. With fear and apprehension working to season the taste, he wants it rich and dripping on his tongue.wantwants to roll it around in his mouth and savour the flavours, feeling it warm and nourish him.
He licks his lips, groaning with the remembered pleasures, the recollection of associated smells and textures. Sweat with its light seasoning of , th, that’s gently licked away to reveal the expanse of golden skin beneath. Lost in memory he can’t help but give way to his craving. Ropes, harshly restraining his wrists, part like butter cleaved with a warm knife when he turns his true strength against them. The frayed strands fall aside, and he casually leans down to free his legs. In a daze he moves silently to the foot of the bed, looking down with obvious, painful hunger at his intended. Tanned golden skin, silky smooth covers the body of the man before him. A dusting of downy hairs starts at the ankles and blankets the lean legs, growing thicker by the inch. His gaze travels upward taking in the loose boxer shorts and white tee shirt that clothe his victim.
Muscular arms are relaxed in sleep and the tanned neck is arched to the side. A riot of dark hair spills over the spot that’s calling him, loose curls grown long in apathy.
His mouth waters as he gently reaches out a trembling finger to brush the curls away. Xander arches into the soft touch, as Spike’s finger caresses the pulse point, tilting his head a little further to the side. Drawn down Spike settles on the bed beside the human, unsurprised when no alarm is raised. Knows the boy could sleep through a bomb going off and determined to use that to his advantage. Continues to stroke, mesmerised by the beat and now the heat of Xander’s body. Wants to bite and feels the warning tingle of the chip in his head. He curses fluently at the restriction, and just aches to feel warmth of living blood in his mouth again.
Xander starts to move slightly and Spike watches, see’s he’s deep in some dream, hears him murmur. Eyebrows lift in mute surprise as his own name falls from the boy’s lips, in a breathy sort of sigh. Looking down he smirks at the growing erection he can see tenting the boys boxers. Carefully he kneels by the bed; fingers reach out and quietly slide the material down. The cock that appears gives way to another quirked eyebrow, as the vampire appreciates the length and width of it. Xander’s hips thrust up in tiny movements as his cock waves in the empty air.
A quick glance shows Spike that his human prey is still deeply asleep. He licks his lips…. blood warm skin, rosy pink and so mouth-wateringly tempting sways in his line of vision. He leans over casting out his tongue and catching the tip for a brief moment. Heat blooms on the site and he shivers at the taste of musk, sweet sweat mingling with slick slightly bitter precum. Laying his head carefully on the warm stomach, listening for a change in the rhythm of his heart. Knowing that Xander is still asleep as he opens his mouth in front of the swaying cock. Makes sure he’s just close enough to wrap his lips around the pliant head. He nearly comes in his pants at the heat that burns his mouth. His tongue flicks at the slit, questing for living juice to swallow down. His hunt rewarded as pearly drops of precum leak into his mouth making him salivate in ecstasy. His own cock throbs, hard and aching, so he quickly tugs open the buttons wrapping his hand around it as it springs out.
Just for that moment he is content, hot hard pulsing dick in his mouth and blood rushing under his ear. He squeezes his own cock, groaning lightly around Xander’s hot length, feels the boy thrust in response. Sucks in, hollowing his cheeks as Xander thrusts, letting him do all the work. Satin skin over hot steel slides in and out of his more than willing mouth. He swallows as it hits the back of his throat encouraging it to delve deeper, further. Spike’s hand moves over his own cool cock…. up and down, sliding the foreskin up and over the tip. Clever fingers swiping the clear drops of precum that form in response to his tender strokes.
When he hears Xander’s heartbeat speed up, he starts just a little, though he feels the boy is still deep in dreams. Warm fingers tangle now in his hair and he smiles around the cock in his mouth. The human is too far gone to stop now, his thrusts become harder, his breath panted out as Spike sucks him. He hears his name repeated over and over, until the boy’s breath hitches, cutting ofl sol sound. His full heavy length lodged all the way down Spike’s throat, dark pubic hairs curling around his nose. He feels Xander’s cock twitch and jerk, hot cum welcomed as it slides down his throat. Spike’s own orgasm hits him, his cold seed spraying over the side of the bed and his hand.
“Spike”
Sleepy sated voice mumbles his name and Spike freezes as the boy wakes for a just a moment before drifting off again.
He doesn’t move till Xander’s slumber evens his breathing, and then he stays silent and motionless, just suckling at the limp member in his mouth. Carefully cleaning it, nursing it like a child who doesn’t want to lose his treat. Letting go with a sigh, Spike puts Xander to rights, dawn is coming and with it he feels sleep isn’t far away. He grabs up a towel and wipes himself down, turning and flopping down on to the lounger. He stares at the still sleeping male, listens to the sound of his h. Th. The beat just as loud in his ears yet this time it lulls him, this time sleep claims him. The silence is broken only by the sound of the birds welcoming the day, and the murmurs of the rousing human.
“Mmmmmspike”
Xander wakes, relaxed by the most incredible dream he’s ever had. He reaches down, surprise shaking the last of the sleep from his mind. Nothing to show he’s just had an amazing orgasm…..he knows he came…..felt the pleasure of his orgasm burning through his body. But there is no evidence, no sticky boxers, no smirking vampire, as he’s sure Spike would have been aware. Strange Spike is sound asleep…..and untied. Xander’s heart races, maybe it wasn’t just a dream. But it sounds pretty far fetched even for the things that happen to him.
*Sure Spike just broke his bonds and came over and gave me the most unbelievable blowjob I’ve ever had.*
He wrings his hands together and stops in shock, laying them palm up so he can look at them. Sticky gel covers his fingers, he stares at Spike in shock, the vampires hair is mussed, standing up in unruly spikes like someone has run their fingers through it…….or held it steady so they could thrust their cock into that cool mouth. Xander’s heart pounds in his chest, blood rushing, the scent of fear permeates the room……. and in his sleep, Spike smiles.
The end?