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No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
Happy Birthday, TW.
"Wow. It's so... dark," Xander commented in hushed tones. He and Spike were standing on the deck, staring out at the inky ocean and equally black night sky. Spike agreed with Xander; he'd not seen the sky so dark since the advent of electricity. "Beautiful..."
"Yeah," Spike murmured, leaning closer to Xander's warm body. Night was his time; vampires thrived in the Stygian atmosphere of after-sunset, moving freely as they stalked warm-blooded prey. Nights like these, however, actually made Spike glad he was a vampire. Yes, Xander saw a certain beauty in the velvety, stark darkness. Spike, however, could discern much more. Pale moonlight glinting off waves became an electric light show. Stars spun and danced along the horizon, beckoning him. The devil's-heart blackness called to him, a seductive violin yearning for his footsteps in a fool's dance.
Xander felt something change in the man beside him. Spike did nothing, said nothing. However, in one moment, Xander went from relaxed to tense, from calm to alert. It was as though Spike's demon was suddenly just below the surface and the vampire was going hunting. That realization didn't scare Xander; his body reacted as a lover's would, melting against Spike in a blatant offering.
Spike pressed Xander back against the railing, trapping the young man with his arms. He rolled his hips, finding that Xander was in the same state as he, thick and heavy with arousal. The vampire dragged still-blunt teeth along Xander's neck, across a fine jaw line and around one ear. "You know what I am," He hissed, shifting into gameface. "Who I am."
Xander choked out a hopefully-affirmative noise, not completely capable of speaking at the moment. Spike's mouth was doing sinful things to his neck, and the blonde's cock was grinding into his, making Xander see color in the pale stars above him. He wanted Spike to bite, to bring into focus this almost-ecstasy.
"You let me touch you," Spike whispered softly, "Knowing I could kill you as easily as pleasure you." Sharper fangs danced like lace over the shell of his ear and down, lower, tapping his jugular with every thumping heartbeat. Spike thrust against Xander, growling as heat from the boy's arousal permeated his coldness. He could feel Xander's erection, blood-hot and straining, wanting... Each denim-covered stroke of their bodies pushed that heat further, drove Spike higher.
"I can hear your blood dancing, begging me to swim in it. It wants me, Xander. Inside, owning, taking..." Spike punctuated each word with a brush of fangs against skin, never soothing those sharp caresses with tongue or lips. Xander's harsh, erratic breaths were music; the wash of pheromones and drumbeat pulse told Spike that the boy was unbearably aroused by this moment. That pleased Spike, for he was at the edge of climax, pushed there by Xander's heated capitulation to Spike's claim in the presence of the vampire's eternally shaded mistress.
"Your blood is mine, Xander," Spike declared, pushing harder, faster and with more purpose. "Given to me willingly." Xander's lips quivered as Spike outlined them with ivory, just barely making contact with warm skin.
Xander cried softly as his body capitulated; proving Spike's words by obeying the vampire's every unspoken command. Spike held him fast as he shuddered and jerked through a strange, intense orgasm that left him weak and naked. Xander's eyes opened in time to watch Spike's yellow ones go blank, the vampire's face a marble sculpture of heaven as his own pleasure tumbled down and shattered.
"S-seventy one," Xander gulped, letting Spike hold him up against the railing. He wasn't sure he could walk quite yet.
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