No One Would Think
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Andrew/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,872
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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No One Would Think
No One Would Think
He had dreams about it. Dreams that would wake him to sticky sheets and a shivering body.
No one ever really mentions the fact that when you touch Spike’s skin it’s like touching someone after they’ve been out playing in the snow; it’s just normal. The only time he had felt it warm was when it did it against his own neck as Spike drank his blood.
The image always makes him hard, makes him uncomfortable. He was a geek; he knew that; all the flaunting of his dark lord status was crap. Dungeons and Dragons was supposed to get him off, not William the Bloody. He always fell for the cool guys, the mysterious guys, though, didn’t he?
No one would suspect. No one would look at Andrew the geek and think: ‘Kink. He’s into kink. He’s le kinky.’ No one would think that the thing that gets him off at night, in the morning, the afternoon, before dinner… was the thought of Spike’s cold hands; and every inch of Spike’s cold body.
No one would think that when the images of Spike’s chilled flesh pushing into his has taken him as far as it can the memory of Spike’s teeth sunk in his neck and Spike’s breathless lungs filling with his own blood would be the thing to finish him off.
No one would think that all the ice he uses wasn’t for him to eat but to try and imagine it as Spike as he pushes it into his body. And when it melts and turns to warm liquid inside him, he likes to think that that’s what he would do to Spike.
No one would think any of this. Except for Spike. Spike, who always knew when there were eyes on him. Spike, who was good at hiding in the shadows. He knew that geek boy wasn’t all comic books and whines; that there could be whimpers and pleas. He could still taste him on his tongue; feel his body stiffen under his. So when Andrew went down to the basement with his ice water, Spike followed. Spike was hungry and Andrew was sure to be a willing feast of many proportions.
He had dreams about it. Dreams that would wake him to sticky sheets and a shivering body.
No one ever really mentions the fact that when you touch Spike’s skin it’s like touching someone after they’ve been out playing in the snow; it’s just normal. The only time he had felt it warm was when it did it against his own neck as Spike drank his blood.
The image always makes him hard, makes him uncomfortable. He was a geek; he knew that; all the flaunting of his dark lord status was crap. Dungeons and Dragons was supposed to get him off, not William the Bloody. He always fell for the cool guys, the mysterious guys, though, didn’t he?
No one would suspect. No one would look at Andrew the geek and think: ‘Kink. He’s into kink. He’s le kinky.’ No one would think that the thing that gets him off at night, in the morning, the afternoon, before dinner… was the thought of Spike’s cold hands; and every inch of Spike’s cold body.
No one would think that when the images of Spike’s chilled flesh pushing into his has taken him as far as it can the memory of Spike’s teeth sunk in his neck and Spike’s breathless lungs filling with his own blood would be the thing to finish him off.
No one would think that all the ice he uses wasn’t for him to eat but to try and imagine it as Spike as he pushes it into his body. And when it melts and turns to warm liquid inside him, he likes to think that that’s what he would do to Spike.
No one would think any of this. Except for Spike. Spike, who always knew when there were eyes on him. Spike, who was good at hiding in the shadows. He knew that geek boy wasn’t all comic books and whines; that there could be whimpers and pleas. He could still taste him on his tongue; feel his body stiffen under his. So when Andrew went down to the basement with his ice water, Spike followed. Spike was hungry and Andrew was sure to be a willing feast of many proportions.