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Pretty
Title: Pretty When You Cry
Author: Iktia Jigoku
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, angst, emotional abuse, also not beta'd (yes this is a warning!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to Joss. Unless by some miracle he dies and gives them to me in his will... I can dream!
Notes: This is for Sulfur Tides because he's sick and demented. So naturally I love him and his boyfriend's cute. XD
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"I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry"
-VAST "Pretty When You Cry"
"They don't care about you. Why would they? What worth are you to them?" A choked sob followed the words, a poor attempt to hide what such simple things could reduce the listener to. But there was defeat in the ragged and hitching breaths, underlying knowledge that the speaker was telling the truth, baring all with the sharp intent of pain.
"I'm nothing..." A bare whisper carrying nothing else but sorrow infected pain as the cowering being finally admits defeat both to the world and himself. A few moments of silence stretch out before another half-cut cry is sounded, anyone able to decipher that tears now rained upon the conquered human's cheeks in a never ending flow. One figure is outlined in the faint light of the moon outside the window as it plummets to the floor upon the knees, broad shoulders quaking with contained grievance. "I'm expendable, I'm insignificant..."
"But you're mine." The voice is soft and nothing else other than harsh, a clear show of dominance and yet feral want for the beaten mortal apparent in full. Movement in the shadows, the whisper of worn leather when a hand is buried into sable locks of hair, tugging sharply so that the anguished face is pulled upward to gaze at the tormenter...or possible twisted savior. "Say it!"
A shuddering breath to steady the voice ready to obey the given order as depths of emotion painted a scorching brown lock onto clear blue eyes within the darkness. "Yours, always yours. Nothing but yours."
The eye contact is broken as the blue-eyed demon crouches down, hand still tangled within silken strands as he tilts the head to the side, baring the throat he has come to adore. The scent of tears is in the air along with fear, hatred, disgust...arousal all a perfume to the dark being as he darts a tongue out to lap at pearls of sweat upon bronzed skin. Laving the selected area with a cool tongue before shifting slowly and pressing the ridges against the neck to let his mortal know exactly what is so near to his lifeline.
A keening sob erupts from the human as sharp fangs pierce through the skin and yet he doesn't fight, wants this, craves it even. Salty drops rolling down the side of his face when he feels each draught of blood leaving him to sustain the demon he calls Master, the only one who cares about him anymore and looks past the humor into his soul, tearing it apart with the care of a lover.
When the intimate embrace is broken there is that chilly tongue licking away the trail of tears, savoring the distress slowly before wrapping the shaking body within his arms. Leaning down to nuzzle at the slowly healing wounds placed in the middle of the throat, impossible to hide when it scars. The gentle comforts a mocking display at what had transpired anhanchanced as the pale lips kiss the rim of one ear. Whispered words dripping with sarcasm and black promises uttered in the ear, cool breath of cigarettes and blood caressing the shell. "You're pretty when you cry..."
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Iktia: Mmm, very dark. This is part one of my gift to Tides and his b/f called the Pretty series. So stick around? O.o
Author: Iktia Jigoku
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, angst, emotional abuse, also not beta'd (yes this is a warning!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to Joss. Unless by some miracle he dies and gives them to me in his will... I can dream!
Notes: This is for Sulfur Tides because he's sick and demented. So naturally I love him and his boyfriend's cute. XD
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"I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry"
-VAST "Pretty When You Cry"
"They don't care about you. Why would they? What worth are you to them?" A choked sob followed the words, a poor attempt to hide what such simple things could reduce the listener to. But there was defeat in the ragged and hitching breaths, underlying knowledge that the speaker was telling the truth, baring all with the sharp intent of pain.
"I'm nothing..." A bare whisper carrying nothing else but sorrow infected pain as the cowering being finally admits defeat both to the world and himself. A few moments of silence stretch out before another half-cut cry is sounded, anyone able to decipher that tears now rained upon the conquered human's cheeks in a never ending flow. One figure is outlined in the faint light of the moon outside the window as it plummets to the floor upon the knees, broad shoulders quaking with contained grievance. "I'm expendable, I'm insignificant..."
"But you're mine." The voice is soft and nothing else other than harsh, a clear show of dominance and yet feral want for the beaten mortal apparent in full. Movement in the shadows, the whisper of worn leather when a hand is buried into sable locks of hair, tugging sharply so that the anguished face is pulled upward to gaze at the tormenter...or possible twisted savior. "Say it!"
A shuddering breath to steady the voice ready to obey the given order as depths of emotion painted a scorching brown lock onto clear blue eyes within the darkness. "Yours, always yours. Nothing but yours."
The eye contact is broken as the blue-eyed demon crouches down, hand still tangled within silken strands as he tilts the head to the side, baring the throat he has come to adore. The scent of tears is in the air along with fear, hatred, disgust...arousal all a perfume to the dark being as he darts a tongue out to lap at pearls of sweat upon bronzed skin. Laving the selected area with a cool tongue before shifting slowly and pressing the ridges against the neck to let his mortal know exactly what is so near to his lifeline.
A keening sob erupts from the human as sharp fangs pierce through the skin and yet he doesn't fight, wants this, craves it even. Salty drops rolling down the side of his face when he feels each draught of blood leaving him to sustain the demon he calls Master, the only one who cares about him anymore and looks past the humor into his soul, tearing it apart with the care of a lover.
When the intimate embrace is broken there is that chilly tongue licking away the trail of tears, savoring the distress slowly before wrapping the shaking body within his arms. Leaning down to nuzzle at the slowly healing wounds placed in the middle of the throat, impossible to hide when it scars. The gentle comforts a mocking display at what had transpired anhanchanced as the pale lips kiss the rim of one ear. Whispered words dripping with sarcasm and black promises uttered in the ear, cool breath of cigarettes and blood caressing the shell. "You're pretty when you cry..."
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Iktia: Mmm, very dark. This is part one of my gift to Tides and his b/f called the Pretty series. So stick around? O.o