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)

Thanks so much to

joolzmp7 for beta'ing.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to comment!

( Part 1 ) --- ( Part 2 ) ---

Part 3/4

Xander’ s POV
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“Spike…” throaty whisper against the skin of his neck. He is so cold. Is it normal that he is this cold?
“Please.” He whines again, close to begging. Desperation so heavy in his voice, in his movements. I feel his earlobe against my lips and take it between my teeth. I close my mouth around it and suck it, sharply. It makes Spike gasp, thrusting hard against me. God, just the right pressure, just enough friction to get me harder with every hip roll.
Whenever I pictured Spike with me, I never thought it would be like this. I saw him topping me, teaching and impressing me with skills you get when you are young and beautiful for more than 120 years. But this?

I am nearly overwhelmed by his *need*, it makes all this so much more complicated. He is a fantasy to jerk off to, not a secret crush, damnit.
He tugs my hair harder, wanting me to go on. I rub my nose and mouth against the side of his face, tongue sliding out to explore the sharp cheek bone. More moaning when I lick along that strong jaw bone to his chin. He lets his head fall back a bit and I nibble his chin, biting it playful until…

Until he moves his head again, fusing our lips together. Have I ever thought about kissing Spike, ever tossed off to more than just imagining his cock buried balls deep in my hole? No, but I should have…
No playful licks or bites, just his tongue invading my mouth forcefully, gliding in and against tongue, palate and teeth…
This is not about control; this is just a man one time too often left back, alone and lost.

I carry him over to the bed and bow down, laying him on his back, helping him to get out of the shredded shirt and the button-up. On my knees, his legs still securely wrapped around my waist, I look down at him. He shivers. Anticipation or cold?
Covering him with my body, tongue joining tongue again, hoarse cries and soothing whispers mingle together.

Cool hands glide up and down my back, no nails, just feeling for more of my heat. My head is thrown back by now, Spike is licking and nibbling along my throat, I want him deeper, want him to suck and bite my nipples, but… His hands find the button of my jeans, open it and slide down the zip, freeing my leaking cock. I hold in a breath, waiting for his first touch, equally anticipating and dreading it. So much depends on it… But god, Spike does it just right. Soft, long fingers close around my hard shaft in just the right way. Firm but gentle, promising expertise and sensitivity.
Two strokes up and down the whole length and his hand is gone, leaving me twitching with want.

He unwraps his legs, opens his jeans too, but before I get a good look, his hands are on my hips, tugging on my jeans, tugging to get them off. I smile at him and lean forward, supporting my weight on my hands over his head on the bed so he can push them down. His head shoots up, his mouth closes around my nipple. I gasp totally surprised; I did not expect to get this treatment any more. Cool lips around my areola, sucking the nipple hard, his oh so cool tongue laps over the hard nub roughly. I cry out and moan and lean further into his mouth, wanting more of this sensation. I start, nearly protesting when his mouth leaves my saliva slicked nipple, but he blows cool air over it, causing it to swell even more. I get dizzy when his tongue wanders over to my other nipple; only stopping to lick up the thin layer of sweat between my pecs. His hands are in my half down jeans, holding my ass cheeks in a strong grip, spreading them as if presenting my opening to the room. My hips are thrusting against him, exposed hardness against equally exposed hardness, humping him mindlessly to the sounds of his sucking and lapping on my nipples. Just when I think, I can’t take it anymore, he holds my hips still, not allowing any friction or pressure and bites my nipples almost violently. My back arches and again I cry out, my voice hoarse and throaty. Thankfully, he avoids any movement of my hips or I would have just finished off like this.

He rubs his forehead against my chest like a cat seeking contact, gives me time to calm down a bit.

Slowly I start leaning back until I sit on my heels again, all the way pressing kisses to cool skin and licking the pale body. Forehead, cheeks, upper lip, lower lip, chin, throat, collarbone, nipples, chest, and belly. Finally I am able to get a look from up-close and what I see is making my lips part on their own. I inhale his musky scent; increasing my own need for more. Just when my mouth makes contact with the soft skin of his fat cock head, he grabs me by the hair urgently, pulling me away. A frustrated groan escapes me. “Too hot, too close.” He chokes out, abs rippling seductively under tension.

I get up, sliding his jeans, boots and socks off on my way. While I pull off my own jeans, shoes and socks I look at him, trying to memorize this picture for the rest of my life. His muscled body lying there, feet flat on the bed, legs spread, cock and balls taut, a drop of pre-cum glistening. Wide blue eyes, lips parted, unnecessarily panting.

Waiting for me.

My throat releases a sound, something between whimpering and sighing, before I am back on the bed, covering the shivering body again with mine. I kiss Spike, letting all the attraction and want I feel for him bleed into that soft but urgent mingling of lips and tongues. “Want you.” he murmurs against my chin. “Inside me.”

I think he hasn’t even realized I was searching for the lube under the pillow while I kissed him. Spike moans and stretches his legs even wider, when he hears the cap clack open. He pushes against me and with only one elbow bracing myself I roll on my back, taking him with me, chest to chest still. His leg comes up and he rests his knee on my hip. Now he is wide spread for me, I can easily reach between his muscled cheeks and prepare him for more.

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Well, well, three down, one still to go...
If you still want more, that is.
*bounces around waiting for comments*

ON TO Part 4

FIC: Sun - S/X - NC-17

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