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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, Norman Vincent Peale & Walt Whitman.
"You know, I wish I had a camera," Xander commented as he admired Spike's stretched out body. "'Cause you're beautiful like this." Spike's eyes simply followed the boy as he wandered around the room. Xander picked something up, but the vampire couldn't tell what it was. "I have mentioned that before, right?" He asked, turning back to face Spike. "I swear I have..."
Spike studied Xander's face for a moment before nodding. The truth was, Xander talked of the vampire's physical beauty regularly. It had taken Spike months to convince Xander that he was just as perfect, if not more so. Were it not for the gag, Spike would have told Xander as much. As it was, all he could do was nod.
"You look like one of those marble statues I saw on the History Channel," The boy murmured as he moved to straddle the vampire. Spike groaned as familiar warmth cloaked his thighs. "Zeus, or Poseidon, or maybe Apollo." He thought for a moment. "Nah, didn't he drive the chariot that dragged the sun around? Maybe Bacchus." A frown graced his face. "But he had horns. Nah, you're better than all of them anyway... coz you're mine."
Spike made an affirming noise, one which turned into a startled sound when Xander displayed what was in his right hand. The blonde's eyes were riveted by a snow white ostrich feather. The boy was *not* going to...
Xander watched as Spike's eyes went wide. He traced sharply defined collarbones with the feather, relishing each moan and growl that the vampire made. Soft, white tendrils snaked around Spike's arms, twisting between his fingers. By the time Xander directed the feather over the vampire's cock, Spike was golden-eyed and twitching. Those inhuman eyes followed Xander's every move, promising cruel revenge once the sun was set. The human chose to ignore those warnings in favor of stroking his implement of torture over Spike's feet, focusing on the sensitive insteps.
Spike swore the world was spinning around him. His body was a twisted mass of strung-out nerves, each one singing out for Xander to please stop the torment and kill him--just to put him out of his misery. He hoped the boy didn't stop for hours; he'd not been made to endure such a sweet torture in ages. He happily gave himself over to Xander's ministrations, letting the excruciating sensation of being tickled contort him into a vampiric wreck. Xander thought Spike had never looked better; arms and legs drawn tight, cock heavy and leaking against his stomach, face rippling in and out of gameface. Oh yeah, he was going to suffer for this later.
About ten minutes into his work, Xander decided to pull out the other item he'd collected from their belongings. He glided the feather up Spike's left foot one more time, following it with the tip of the vampire's favorite dagger. The young man put off looking at his lover's response until after he'd laved away tiny droplets of blood with his tongue.
Spike's eyes were riveted to Xander's face. A flash of silver nearly distracted the blonde from his focus, but he stayed unswerving. "You like that?" Xander asked softly, a feather in one hand and a knife in the other.
Xander watched Spike stare at him. The intensity of the vampire's expression answered the boy's question, so once again the elegant little dagger was laid down onto that perfect body. This time, Xander brushed the feather across Spike's chest, teasing his nipples. The dagger, however, sliced a shallow groove into the blonde's right thigh. "I used to wonder why vampires liked blood so much--besides the whole 'needing it to survive' thing," Xander murmured as he lapped at the liquid that welled from his most recent cut. "Maybe it's the connection, knowing that you're taking in something so vital to life."
Spike moaned behind the gag as Xander drew abstract spirals across his abdomen, tracing each with his tongue. The damned feather was brushing his left ear, driving him crazy. He wanted to tell Xander how right he was, that blood was intoxicating because of its importance, but he couldn't. Ivory limbs strained at their bindings, reaching for their tormenter.
"Or maybe it's the taste," Xander commented as he tipped into Spike's blood-filled navel. "I've never tasted anything like your blood, Spike. It calls to me. Maybe I should be afraid of that, wanting the blood of a demon. But I don't." He dropped the feather and the dagger over the side of the bed, dragging his hands through the thickening blood on Spike's body as he drew back.
Blunt fingers, dyed red by his own blood. Scarred palms wrapping around pale, erect flesh. Spike gasped as Xander slid blood-covered hands over his cock, finally giving him a substantial touch. Then those lovely hands disappeared...only to be replaced by Xander's tongue.
Xander bent his head to Spike's groin, licking the vampire's cock clean. Blood mixed with precome in a salty-sweet-coppery pool, one quickly removed by the human's lips. Without further preamble, Xander slid his mouth over the tip of Spike's cock, humming softly. The sound of Spike screaming gave Xander pause and he pulled back, tongue still poised over the blonde's pulsing shaft.
"You want me to stop?" Xander asked Spike, his expression serious. "If it's too much, I will." Spike growled menacingly and twisted as much as he could within his bonds. "I only wanted to taste you, to feel you in my throat. The blood, that was for you, Spike, a little pain with your pleasure. This is for me," Xander whispered as he resumed swallowing the vampire's cock.
Spike's back arched sharply, his stomach straining against the chains across it. Harsh, grinding pleasure swept around him, spiraling down to concentrate inside Xander's mouth. Each muscle contraction irritated the many cuts on his body, making Spike's skin twitch and tingle. The faintest scraping of teeth had the vampire groaning. Then Xander began to suck, hard, and Spike was lost.
Xander pulled back slightly, letting his teeth graze Spike's flesh. When just the head of the blonde's erection was left inside his mouth, Xander began suckling. A high-pitched wail accompanied Spike's climax, cold seed jetting across Xander's tongue and sliding thickly down his throat.
"Eighty," Xander murmured as he released Spike's softening member. A quick glance at the head of the bed showed him one seriously out of it vamp... which was perfect for what he had planned next.
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