Sex, Blood... - BtVS/SPN, Sam/Spike, NC-17 (Dark)
Title: Sex, Blood, & Rock-n-Roll
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom(s): Buffy, Angel/Supernatural
Pairing: Spike/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dark, demon blood-drinking Sam
Summary: For this prompt at comment_fic and the Past Prompts Revisited challenge at slashthedrabble (Prompt # 76 - Blood)
“So… A blood-drinking human. Don’t run across those too often. What’re you… one of those witchy humans, bowing at the feet of some god or another? Or is dark, black smoke gonna come pouring out of you too if I get too rough?”
The bird that’s all spread out between them - arms this way, one leg that way, the other leg wrapped around Sam’s waist but limp - ‘s finally gone quiet and still. Course, there’s little surprise in that. They’ve made a mess - blood on the sheets, blood in her hair. Her pretty face is turned Spike’s way, the eyes blank and smooth like glass. Lovely. He wants to write a little something to commemorate, but he’s got better things to do with his hands at the moment.
They’re working under the sheets and the gore - one on Sam, one on ’imself. He wouldn’t mind making this more of a joint effort, like with the girl sex and the draining.
“Neither,” Sam says. Lovely don’t cover it. Big, bulging muscles, chiseled jaw; dark, shiny hair. Then there’s the blood on his lips, looking extra tasty, but Sam takes care of that with a swipe of his tongue before Spike can get ideas. “And the rougher the better.”
Spike grins around his fangs. Sam’s eyes sparkle. Looking closer, there’s a ring around the dark irises that probably isn’t natural, but Spike doesn’t mind. All demons lie, and it’s not like Spike hasn’t tussled in the sheets with more than the one he and Sam just dined on.
‘sides - they’ve had a right nice lunch together. Be a shame to pass up dessert.
“Well alright, then,” he says, grabbing the body and tossing it out of the bed to make room. Sam waits with a quiet smile.
[ end. ]
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom(s): Buffy, Angel/Supernatural
Pairing: Spike/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dark, demon blood-drinking Sam
Summary: For this prompt at comment_fic and the Past Prompts Revisited challenge at slashthedrabble (Prompt # 76 - Blood)
“So… A blood-drinking human. Don’t run across those too often. What’re you… one of those witchy humans, bowing at the feet of some god or another? Or is dark, black smoke gonna come pouring out of you too if I get too rough?”
The bird that’s all spread out between them - arms this way, one leg that way, the other leg wrapped around Sam’s waist but limp - ‘s finally gone quiet and still. Course, there’s little surprise in that. They’ve made a mess - blood on the sheets, blood in her hair. Her pretty face is turned Spike’s way, the eyes blank and smooth like glass. Lovely. He wants to write a little something to commemorate, but he’s got better things to do with his hands at the moment.
They’re working under the sheets and the gore - one on Sam, one on ’imself. He wouldn’t mind making this more of a joint effort, like with the girl sex and the draining.
“Neither,” Sam says. Lovely don’t cover it. Big, bulging muscles, chiseled jaw; dark, shiny hair. Then there’s the blood on his lips, looking extra tasty, but Sam takes care of that with a swipe of his tongue before Spike can get ideas. “And the rougher the better.”
Spike grins around his fangs. Sam’s eyes sparkle. Looking closer, there’s a ring around the dark irises that probably isn’t natural, but Spike doesn’t mind. All demons lie, and it’s not like Spike hasn’t tussled in the sheets with more than the one he and Sam just dined on.
‘sides - they’ve had a right nice lunch together. Be a shame to pass up dessert.
“Well alright, then,” he says, grabbing the body and tossing it out of the bed to make room. Sam waits with a quiet smile.
[ end. ]