Fic: Inner Fight (2/3, Sam/Spike, Flashpoint)
Title: Inner Fight (2/3)
Chapter: Propositions
Prompts: WE Streetlights, #11 Forgiveness, #2 Trust, #4 Regret, WE Scars, #13 Strength
Word Count: 6x200 words
Pairing: Sam/Spike
Rating: R
Warnings: SLASH
Spoilers: a hint of 2x07, but just a hint.
Summary: When Spike is hurt during an intervention, Someone unexpected has a reaction… well, unexpected.
Written for: flashpoint_sru on LJ
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint. Just my fantasies…
Beta: The lovely
paranoid_woman
Streetlights
He didn’t know if it was Sam’s chubby face, his piercing blue eyes, or something else. Maybe it was streetlights that were making the scene surreal, but he decided that consequences could be faced afterward. He just hoped that Sam wouldn’t dump him tomorrow morning after a quickie. Sam was watching him intently and Spike decided to take the lead on that kiss. He pressed his lips against Sam’s, sliding his tongue into his mouth, asking for entrance, their tongues fighting for dominance.
Breathless, they pulled apart and Spike sucked Sam earlobe, placing gentle kisses all along his jaw, made his way to his shoulder, licking a path to the crook of his neck. Making a pause, he took the time to inhale Sam’s smell; it was like musk and vanilla. It gave him the need to taste every part of Sam’s body.
Sam recognized need and lust in Spike eyes. He got up and Spike wondered if he had done something wrong. He knew it was the opposite when Sam spoke.
“Do you want to continue what we are doing in the bedroom? It’s not an obligation to…”
Spike considered the proposition and nodded. It was now or never.
Forgiveness
Spike got up and Sam hooked his fingers in his friend’s belt. He began to unbuckle it on the way to his room, leading the way blindly as he was focused on Spike. They progressively lost clothes, staying in their boxers. He turned to lay Spike down but stumbled over the bed, ending up sprawled on his bedmate.
“Ouch!” Spike winced in pain.
“Oh shit! Your ribs. I’m so sorry,” he apologized before licking his way to Spike’s nipples.
“Guh, keep doing this and you will be totally forgiven!” Spike purred.
“I will be careful, but if you are in pain or uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?”
“Copy that, boss!” Spike smiled.
“We have all the time anyway. No need to rush.” With that Sam returned to his duty.
The next 20 minutes, Spike found out that Sam could be really skillful with his tongue. Twice.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked in a haze.
“Uh…” Sam was flushed.
“Okay, forget I asked.”
“Anyway, I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Awww, you’re a gentleman. That’s so sweet. So I shouldn’t worry for my reputation?” Spike teased Sam.
“Not for your reputation buddy,” he added with a feral look.
Trust
“Okay… I think we didn’t take care of you… You’re still in your boxers.” Spike slid his fingers along Sam’s waistband and let the boxers fell on the ground. Spike took a look at Sam who was in all his glory. “Humm, pretty impressive,” he said, not at ease. He was coming around the idea that he was gay, bi, whatever. But suddenly, in this room, with a naked man in front of him, it was easier said than done. He was seriously beginning to freak out.
“Relax, Spike. We won’t do anything you don’t want to. I’m not particularly into forcing people having sex with me. It has to be granted.”
“There’s no way out now,” Spike whispered.
“Well, technically I have a door, so there’ll always be a way out.” Sam raised his eyebrows.
Spike laughed at the awkward situation, and the bad attempt of Sam at making a joke.
“So… Do you trust me?” Sam waited for something that looked like forever. When Spike nodded, Sam added, “I want to hear you.”
“Yes, I trust you.”
“I also want you to voice what you want, what you like, what you don’t, if you feel not at ease.”
Regret
“You got everything?”
“Like in ‘sex safe’?”
“Yes.”
“Always, Spike.”
Sam left for a moment, time to find condoms, lube and some towels. ‘The more you are prepared, the less you don’t need to get up’ was the romantic advice Sam’s first lover told him once.
After that, Sam made love to Spike tenderly. He wanted his first time with a man to be, if not perfect, at least caring, but he also wanted to not injure Spike more than he already was. He had nasty bruises on his ribcage, and Sam didn’t want them to end in the E.R. in the middle of the night.
Now, both were lying on Sam’s bed in a post-coital bliss. Sam asked, curious. “So, do you have any regrets now?”
“Nah, it’s too late for the regrets. I don’t like regrets. Regrets make you bitter and desperate.”
“But you liked it?”
“Are you going to ask me to note you?” Spike asked in disbelief.
“No! But since it was your first experience I wanted to know if you liked, or if you are definitely disgusted by men.”
“Well, you didn’t see me running like a crying virgin, so it’s a pretty good indication.”
Scars
“So I succeed?” Sam grinned.
“Don’t be too proud of you, Mr. I - corrupt - straight - men, you leaded me into sin. Now you have to make it up to me.”
“I thought I’d made it up to you three times already.” Sam began to kiss every teeny tiny scar left by the sharp pieces of the window Spike went through. On his hand, on his neck, then on his face. He dropped little, butterfly kisses all over Spike’s body.
“It’s your entire fault. Now assume that you freed the beast in me!”
Sam burst out laughing. “You know that you are crazy, right?” Spike nodded eagerly. “Riiiiight. Definitely nuts. I can’t believe they let you defuse bombs. Who’s the shrink that gave you a clearance to do that? Tomorrow, I put a request for him being fired. No more bombs, no more Babycakes.”
Spike looked at him in mock-horror. “What? You would do that to me?” He feigned a hurt look. “You would do that to me? I’m wounded there, buddy.”
“Yeah that’s the principle when you go through a window, fall from the first floor, and be shot at. Wounds.”
“Way to kill the mood there, buddy,” Spike teased.
Strength
“Well, I have been very scared today. Don’t you dare do that again.”
“What? My job?”
“Being killed is not your job. You have to stay safe, okay. I don’t want anything to happen to this team; you are my strength. And after what happened to Jules… Now promise.”
“I can’t promise that. You never know what can happen outside.”
“Okay. I’m pretty tired now.”
“All right. I’ll let you sleep. I suppose I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Good night,” Spike said with sadness, taking the hint. He got up to leave, before being thrown out of balance, landing on the bed. “Wha…”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I’m tired and I just wanna sleep. I didn’t kick you out. Now come here and sleep. And after all the stuff that happened to you today, you should be tired too.”
“I’m not ti…” but he stifled a yawn before being able to finish his sentence. “Okay. I agree. Maybe I am tired.”
“Good, now that we’ve reached the same conclusion, could we sleep, please?”
Spike agreed and came lying next to Sam after stuffing a pillow. Sam covered them with the comforter and they quickly drifted into sleep.