druffine | FIC: Sun - S/X

Title: SUN
Pairing: S/X
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none, AU in Season 4 BtVS
Warnings: graphic gay sex – duh!
Disclaimer: plot is mine, boys are not *cries*
Parts: 4 (3.512 words)

( Part 1 ) ---

Part 2/4

Third Person’s POV
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„Spike…“
„Ssshh.“ Gaze fixed on the finger barely touching the nipple. Xander looks intently at Spike’s face, studying the sharp features, the long lashes.
“Spike…” No annoyance, just the need for an explanation is in his voice.
Long lashes blink as if clearing a picture and blue eyes snap up – Xander draws in a breath sharply, surprised to see tears hovering so close to the surface.
The vampire’s gaze drops again to the taut nipple pressed against the tip of his finger. The only place their bodies are connected.

“Tell me.” A whispered plea.
A slight shake of a blond head.
Xander sways forward a little, pressing into Spike’s touch, as if to nudge him into answering.

Absently Spike’s pale digit starts to play with the hard nub, rubbing it up and down and circling around it.
Up and down and around.
Up and down and around.

He begins to speak without lifting his head, whispering as if talking to himself.
“He took it away from me.” Voice hoarse from underlying pain. Need. Want.
Without thinking Xander slides his hand down the bottle’s neck, covers Spike’s cool fingers with his own. Spike’s hand stops playing with the nipple, lays down flat against the bulging pec. Feeling the coldness seeping into his skin, Xander gives a full body shudder.

“I am cold. Everything is cold.” Spike breathes in deeply, getting control over his wobbly emotions. “Don’t have no-one warming me. Not even the sun.”
A wave of understanding crashes over Xander.
His arm snakes around Spike without conscious thought.
He only wants to ease the pain.
The coldness.

He is shocked how thin, how breakable the vampire in his grasp feels. He fastens his grip, as if he is afraid, the small man would slip away any moment.
“Don’t wanna be cold anymore. Warm me up? Just for a little while, just for…”
Words fading away when the warm arm around him pulls his body close, chest to chest.
Whimpering and sobbing melt to a moan of ultimate pleasure, when searing, unexpected heat fades to enveloping warmth.

In time they both abandon the bottle, Xander to grab the vampire’s bottom and haul him up. Spike’s long muscular legs come up to close around Xander’s waist; his hand grips the collar of the black shirt, ripping it open.
Naked chest to naked chest.
Skin to skin.
Hot to cold.
Melting to comfortable warmth.

Now done its duty, Spike’s hand can tangle in brown hair, trying to force the youth’s face away from his neck.
“Spike, don’t.” Pleading for mercy.
“You feel so good, Xan. So warm, so hot against me…”
“Spike…” Moaning loudly. Not knowing if he wants the vampire to stop or to go on. Feels like he is about to lose control any moment. Like he will take advantage of Spike who only asked to be warmed ~ loved ~ for a while.

“Xan, wanna feel all your warmth. Feel your heat everywhere. On me.”
Thrusting desperately against the hard cock trapped in dirty blue jeans.
“Inside me.” Thrust.
“Please.” Thrust.

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ON TO PART 3

FIC: Sun - S/X - NC-17

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