Spander nc-17 BloodMagic 2/2
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roxyand here's the final part of BloodMagic! Weee!
Spike loved that Xander was so responsive. Just the images his words bring to mind are enough to make his dick hard and leaking. “Go on, go on,” Xander breathed, his eyes drifted shut as he slid a hand along his dick. Spike grinned and palmed himself. He didn’t mind coming off like an idiot if it going to get him this.
“So, ok, I have to jerk you off, I say and—no? He’s shaking his head, and grinning that fucking scary grin again. ‘This time, I blow you, and then you do –things.’
Oh. No down side to this I can see. Mr. Scary Yummy Smelling Guy is going to suck me off—frankly that’s all me and the dick heard, I’m skinning my trousers off and dick out and he’s on his knees. He bends some to take it in his mouth and, it’s like--like—it’s hot, fizzy, like electricity buzzing around my dick. The memory of that last time hit me hard like a punch in the gut, him fucking me while he bit on the claim mark on my neck…it made me, well, whine is the closest I want to come to describing the sound I make when he knuckles an old bite hard, an’ nearly swallows me whole, he pulls back quick and sucks hard on just the head. Shit, I’m shooting precome down his throat and he’s laughing! Laughing at me! With me nearly in his throat! He’s on his knees and he’s still got me in check, the fucking bastard. I’m still his bitch--”
Spike shook his head almost in admiration as he remembered begging John to let him come—to fuck him. Anything. Shit.
He looked over at Xander, who had his dick clenched in his fist, not moving it, just squeezing, long pearly strings of precome laced from his fingers to his stomach and little breathy moans came from behind his clenched teeth. Spike loved those moans. They made him want to fuck Xander. Or maybe…“Spike.” Xander said in a begging tone of voice.
“Oh. Sorry. Distracted.
I come in about a minute flat. He stands up and he’s grinning with tight closed lips, unzips and spits in his hand. ‘Game face,’ he demands while I’m staring at the pool of come in his hand.
Hunh? It takes me a moment to let his words sink in and he’s getting impatient and smacks me in the head. ‘Gameface now you idiot!’ I vamp out quick and am I pissed that I just –obey! Grrrr.Anyway, as soon as I’m in gameface, he kisses me hard, hard and I’m on toes trying to get in his mouth, god he tastes good, me and blood and… he pulls back and spits in his hand again and this time it’s a lot of –blood. He speaks into his hand, holding it so close to his lip I thought he was going to taste it again, ‘Bowl.’ he whispers to it. He rubs it all over his dick and gestures for me to turn around, but I’m busy watching him-- god—spreading that blood and come over every inch of his dick. It’s just an average dick, nice and all, but it was crazy how much I wanted it in me --- my body remembered what that felt like, but I couldn’t turn around. He smelled so good, so good…fuck…
He shoved me around and pushed me against the wall then pushed his dick in me. ‘Vessel’, he whispered in my ear.”
Spike shuddered and sighed, remembering and Xander’s eyes were open again and locked on Spikes face. “Tell me,” he hissed and his hand flew over his dick “Tell me, because I’m going to come soon—soon.”
Spike felt lust like a stab in his chest and hurried to tell the rest of his tale.
“I yell loud and long, yell on the stroke in, and scream on the stroke out, his blood’s burning me, filling me with fire, searing my nerves and I feel like my insides are trying to pull him back in, his dick flexes in me, and I feel a pulse of heat, I push back against him, and he fucks up into me and wham, my spine’s trying to blow sparks out the top of my head. I’m trying to get him to climb inside me, and he’s trying his hardest to do it. Finally every bit of me turned to flame and I swear came out of my dick. I know I came hard enough to hear stars-- I know what I said, and I meant *just* that. That’s what having sex with him was like for me…what? No! I don’t miss it, are you crazy? It’s a fucking miracle I survived the times I did.” Spike shudders, half in horror half in lust.
“Then—then—he wipes himself on my shirt when he pulls out and grabs my hand. This is where the huge scary part of the spell was coming in, I figure. I’m scared all right, really scared. I’ve seen what happens to people who don’ get all of a spell right, or forget to do some part of it, or don’t get the protective wards right. It’s nasty with a puke chaser, boy. I wait, shaking, for whatever he wants me to do, hoping to god, I survive. He holds my hand up to his lip and bites, I mean bites! It’s hard enough to break the skin, and he sucks a bit of blood from the nip, and surprisingly, not sexy in the least. Spits it in his hand, it’s barley a drop, and then scrapes a bit of muck off my shirt and wipes it in the palm of his hand. Rubs his thumb across the smears to mix them and yells real loud ‘Get the fuck to hell, you old bastard!’
There’s this horrible scream behind me, swear to god, it almost started my heart and a blast of freezing and then a blast of hot air. and it’s over. Just like that. John wipes his hand, on me! Again! An’ heads for the door, ‘Come on Spike, fancy a pint?’ he snickers at me.
Wait, I say. Go to hell you old bastard? What kind of incantation is that?
‘A perfectly good one,’ he says, shrugs and gives me the shark mouth grin. He sucks on one finger, licks the palm of his hand kind of reflectively and says, Most people think you gotta have candles and blood and little silver knifes and incense, chanting—shit like that.’
Ok, I’m not liking the turn in this conversation. What do ya mean, you foul fuck?
He laughs ‘Spike,you're just too much fun! If you were any thicker, you’d probably bite a cross.’ He held up his hand and pushed a finger of the other hand in the center of his palm, swirled a little circle in it and said, ‘Spit and blood would have done it—the essences of the living and the dead.’
He shrugged, grinned, horrible to see, he looked like a kindly uncle gone insane—and I wanted his guts! He just wanted—he tricked me! Forced me to have sex with him—violated me! Me, a helpless—well, ok not quite an innocent--”
And hissed when Xander jerked his shoulders up from the bed, dug his hands deep as he could into the muscle of Spike’s bicep, groaned, gasped out, “Shut up, you asshole”—and came in pulsing jets across his stomach and lap. Spike groaned and squeezed himself once before he came in his pants – too hot, too hot-- the story, Xander—Xander, who was gasping against his shoulder, hot breath seared him and then he rolled his head so that he could look up to see Spikes face. “You really are kind of –stupid, hunh?” he observed, in the fondest manner possible.
Spike kissed him. “Fuck you Xander.”
He was never ever going to tell anyone that he sat staring at the big circle of salt Constantine had made on the floor, and never used or the big thick book he’d brought in with him and set up on a table so elaborately that Spike had been afraid to touch it for a while after Constantine had left. It turned out to be a phone book in a fancy jacket. Fucker.
He could swear, to this day, that he’d heard laughter; long after his nose told him he was gone. He’d sat there, hard and seething for a long, long time, long after a trussed up Weasel-boy was rigid and cold. John had paid him back a bit for the humiliation, Spike grinned. Left him a little snack after all….
the end
8-15-2004
Spike loved that Xander was so responsive. Just the images his words bring to mind are enough to make his dick hard and leaking. “Go on, go on,” Xander breathed, his eyes drifted shut as he slid a hand along his dick. Spike grinned and palmed himself. He didn’t mind coming off like an idiot if it going to get him this.
“So, ok, I have to jerk you off, I say and—no? He’s shaking his head, and grinning that fucking scary grin again. ‘This time, I blow you, and then you do –things.’
Oh. No down side to this I can see. Mr. Scary Yummy Smelling Guy is going to suck me off—frankly that’s all me and the dick heard, I’m skinning my trousers off and dick out and he’s on his knees. He bends some to take it in his mouth and, it’s like--like—it’s hot, fizzy, like electricity buzzing around my dick. The memory of that last time hit me hard like a punch in the gut, him fucking me while he bit on the claim mark on my neck…it made me, well, whine is the closest I want to come to describing the sound I make when he knuckles an old bite hard, an’ nearly swallows me whole, he pulls back quick and sucks hard on just the head. Shit, I’m shooting precome down his throat and he’s laughing! Laughing at me! With me nearly in his throat! He’s on his knees and he’s still got me in check, the fucking bastard. I’m still his bitch--”
Spike shook his head almost in admiration as he remembered begging John to let him come—to fuck him. Anything. Shit.
He looked over at Xander, who had his dick clenched in his fist, not moving it, just squeezing, long pearly strings of precome laced from his fingers to his stomach and little breathy moans came from behind his clenched teeth. Spike loved those moans. They made him want to fuck Xander. Or maybe…“Spike.” Xander said in a begging tone of voice.
“Oh. Sorry. Distracted.
I come in about a minute flat. He stands up and he’s grinning with tight closed lips, unzips and spits in his hand. ‘Game face,’ he demands while I’m staring at the pool of come in his hand.
Hunh? It takes me a moment to let his words sink in and he’s getting impatient and smacks me in the head. ‘Gameface now you idiot!’ I vamp out quick and am I pissed that I just –obey! Grrrr.Anyway, as soon as I’m in gameface, he kisses me hard, hard and I’m on toes trying to get in his mouth, god he tastes good, me and blood and… he pulls back and spits in his hand again and this time it’s a lot of –blood. He speaks into his hand, holding it so close to his lip I thought he was going to taste it again, ‘Bowl.’ he whispers to it. He rubs it all over his dick and gestures for me to turn around, but I’m busy watching him-- god—spreading that blood and come over every inch of his dick. It’s just an average dick, nice and all, but it was crazy how much I wanted it in me --- my body remembered what that felt like, but I couldn’t turn around. He smelled so good, so good…fuck…
He shoved me around and pushed me against the wall then pushed his dick in me. ‘Vessel’, he whispered in my ear.”
Spike shuddered and sighed, remembering and Xander’s eyes were open again and locked on Spikes face. “Tell me,” he hissed and his hand flew over his dick “Tell me, because I’m going to come soon—soon.”
Spike felt lust like a stab in his chest and hurried to tell the rest of his tale.
“I yell loud and long, yell on the stroke in, and scream on the stroke out, his blood’s burning me, filling me with fire, searing my nerves and I feel like my insides are trying to pull him back in, his dick flexes in me, and I feel a pulse of heat, I push back against him, and he fucks up into me and wham, my spine’s trying to blow sparks out the top of my head. I’m trying to get him to climb inside me, and he’s trying his hardest to do it. Finally every bit of me turned to flame and I swear came out of my dick. I know I came hard enough to hear stars-- I know what I said, and I meant *just* that. That’s what having sex with him was like for me…what? No! I don’t miss it, are you crazy? It’s a fucking miracle I survived the times I did.” Spike shudders, half in horror half in lust.
“Then—then—he wipes himself on my shirt when he pulls out and grabs my hand. This is where the huge scary part of the spell was coming in, I figure. I’m scared all right, really scared. I’ve seen what happens to people who don’ get all of a spell right, or forget to do some part of it, or don’t get the protective wards right. It’s nasty with a puke chaser, boy. I wait, shaking, for whatever he wants me to do, hoping to god, I survive. He holds my hand up to his lip and bites, I mean bites! It’s hard enough to break the skin, and he sucks a bit of blood from the nip, and surprisingly, not sexy in the least. Spits it in his hand, it’s barley a drop, and then scrapes a bit of muck off my shirt and wipes it in the palm of his hand. Rubs his thumb across the smears to mix them and yells real loud ‘Get the fuck to hell, you old bastard!’
There’s this horrible scream behind me, swear to god, it almost started my heart and a blast of freezing and then a blast of hot air. and it’s over. Just like that. John wipes his hand, on me! Again! An’ heads for the door, ‘Come on Spike, fancy a pint?’ he snickers at me.
Wait, I say. Go to hell you old bastard? What kind of incantation is that?
‘A perfectly good one,’ he says, shrugs and gives me the shark mouth grin. He sucks on one finger, licks the palm of his hand kind of reflectively and says, Most people think you gotta have candles and blood and little silver knifes and incense, chanting—shit like that.’
Ok, I’m not liking the turn in this conversation. What do ya mean, you foul fuck?
He laughs ‘Spike,you're just too much fun! If you were any thicker, you’d probably bite a cross.’ He held up his hand and pushed a finger of the other hand in the center of his palm, swirled a little circle in it and said, ‘Spit and blood would have done it—the essences of the living and the dead.’
He shrugged, grinned, horrible to see, he looked like a kindly uncle gone insane—and I wanted his guts! He just wanted—he tricked me! Forced me to have sex with him—violated me! Me, a helpless—well, ok not quite an innocent--”
And hissed when Xander jerked his shoulders up from the bed, dug his hands deep as he could into the muscle of Spike’s bicep, groaned, gasped out, “Shut up, you asshole”—and came in pulsing jets across his stomach and lap. Spike groaned and squeezed himself once before he came in his pants – too hot, too hot-- the story, Xander—Xander, who was gasping against his shoulder, hot breath seared him and then he rolled his head so that he could look up to see Spikes face. “You really are kind of –stupid, hunh?” he observed, in the fondest manner possible.
Spike kissed him. “Fuck you Xander.”
He was never ever going to tell anyone that he sat staring at the big circle of salt Constantine had made on the floor, and never used or the big thick book he’d brought in with him and set up on a table so elaborately that Spike had been afraid to touch it for a while after Constantine had left. It turned out to be a phone book in a fancy jacket. Fucker.
He could swear, to this day, that he’d heard laughter; long after his nose told him he was gone. He’d sat there, hard and seething for a long, long time, long after a trussed up Weasel-boy was rigid and cold. John had paid him back a bit for the humiliation, Spike grinned. Left him a little snack after all….
the end
8-15-2004
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8/16/04 04:03 am (UTC)Yipppeee.
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8/16/04 01:32 pm (UTC)I like Spike telling Xander dirty stories.
Hee.
*bounce*
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