FIC: RAIN (sequel to SUN) 1/4

[druffine]

It's done.
I finished writing the sequel to SUN!
If you haven't read it, this won't make sense to you, so go read SUN first.

Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Season: BtVS 4 somewhere - no spoilers
Length: 4 parts, 3,600 words all together
crossposted: bloodclaim, sickchicks, hadesinwaiting, xander_slash

Thanks to:
joolzmp7 for her patient beta work and to elzano, you know why.





showing off button vampirellabites made me


RAIN

Part 1


Xander’s POV
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There is one thing I hate about being single. It’s waking up alone.
Sleeping alone is no problem. D’uh! You sleep, so most of the times you aren’t aware of being alone. And there are advantages! No one snores or hogs the covers. No one wakes you to have relationship-conversations in the middle of the night. However, when you wake up and feel cold and still tired, your bones hurt and your back is sore… you think even those convos are worth it.

I slowly blink open my eyes and the first thing I see is Spike on the reclining chair. He is asleep, duster thrown over his slim frame, an unhappy expression on his face. Grumpy Spike, that’s all we see these days… My mind comes to a sudden stop and I bolt upright in the bed, panting harshly.

Oh my god, I had sex with Spike!

My heart is pounding so loud in my chest the neighbours, without doubt, are able to hear it. Spike, though, seems unfazed by it. I open my mouth as if to say something, maybe to call out to him but all I can manage is a weak, strangled, coughing sound.

The body on the recliner comes alive and turns around, murmuring something I can’t make out but, by the sounds of it, are objections to the disturbing noise I made.
The duster slid down a bit, exposing the narrow waist of the vampire and he shivers. Memories come rushing back at me.

“I am cold. Everything is cold.”

“Don’t wanna be cold anymore. Warm me up? Just for a little while, just for…”

Yeah, just for a little while. I suppress a snort. I get up as silently as I can manage and make to go to the bathroom. I need a shower. I really need a shower. My pubic hair is all sticky because … I fucked Spike.
Unbelievable.

When I pass the chair Spike sleeps in though, I can’t keep myself from tugging the duster back into place, covering his body with the heavy leather.

I turn the water on a bit hotter than I can actually stand it; and I groan in both pain and pleasure when the searing fluid rushes over my body. Looks like Spike is not the only one needing to be warmed up. I lift up my arms, lay them against the cool tiles from entwined fingers to elbows and let my head drop so my chin nearly rests on my sternum. I like the tension, how it’s building in and under my shoulder blades, while my loins feel so light and relaxed.

I screw my eyes shut and the familiar metallic-blue lights begin to dance behind my eyelids. Metallic-blue that brings back memories: Spike staring at me when I pushed inside him. Involuntarily I moan, my cock stirring in recollection of the cool tightness it was sheathed in only a few hours ago.

I fucked Spike… and it was fantastic.

One of my hands wanders down to the soap dispenser, pumping it a few times. Not for the first time, I realize that the soap has the same colour as cum and my cock twitches wantonly. Smiling to myself, I bring my hand down to it and rub the creamy white mess all over it. Mhmmm, yeah. That feels good.

I rest my forehead against my arm while I stroke my cock to full hardness. In my mind I’m reliving the last night, experiencing again what it felt like to have *Spike* wanting me, to have him spread out and nearly begging for my cock to fill him.

I moan again when I think about how he arched up when I thrust deep into him the first time and I speed up my hand, ending every other stroke with a slide of my thumb over the swollen head.

My brain flings images at me faster and faster, stimulating me with the intensity of the feelings involved with them. Finally the carousel of my inner snapshots comes to a halt on one moment, the moment our lips met and Spike’s tongue so tentatively met mine for the first time. The familiar tingle in my balls starts, crawling up to the head of my cock when I come shuddering and gasping for breath. Damn, I’m so screwed.

Seconds later I’m back to the routine task of washing and cleaning myself, rinsing soap and cum down my body, watching all traces of creamy fluids disappear down the drain.

I shiver while I dry myself and slip into the clothes I laid down on the closed toilet seat. I look in the mirror while I brush my teeth and shave, searching for ..something but it’s only me staring back at me and nothing seems to have changed. Why do I feel different then?



so.. what do you think?

Comments

[amejisuto.livejournal.com]

Great start! I hate it when Xander freaks out too much after m/m sex and this was just right. Of course I'm looking forward to when Spike wakes up, and what happens then!

[druffine.livejournal.com]

LOL.
Thanks!

Would have been pretty pointless to have Xander freaking out after he had that night with Spike in which we've seen he is quiet comfortable with another man. He is just freaking a bit 'bout the *Spike* involvement. No worries.

*hugs*