Ficlet of Joy! The Joy of Danger |Jack/Spike | R | BtVS/TW crossover-ish
Written for sdwolfpup's More Joy Day. Some of these prompts turned into ficlets because, frankly, what's the point of trying to contain the joy in 100 words?
Title: The Joy of Danger
Pairing: Jack/Spike
Rating: R (naughty words!)
Spoiler: None - pre-season Buffy *and* Torchwood
A/N: Written for tinuvielberen and the Prompts of Joy
Summary: Spike thinks he has it all figured out. Jack has other ideas.
Spike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He knew this one was special when he'd caught his eye in the grotty basement club south of London. When the stranger smirked and raised his glass, Spike felt a heat low in his belly. With a wicked grin he grabbed a bottle and strode through the crowd. The music was loud and the room filled with the intoxicating beating of a hundred hearts, each ripe for the picking. But this one, oh this one was all sorts of pretty and Spike was torn between fucking him and turning him.
In the end he did both.
Now he sat with his back against the sooty brick wall wondering where he’d stash the body until it rose. He imagined Drusilla’s delight when he presented her with such a luscious toy. It had been too long since Angel, the fucking poof, had gone off on his sparkly soul trip. Having another bloke along could prove interesting. This one even had nice hair. Drusilla always was a stickler for the hair. Angel, the fucking poof, The Immortal…his girl did like a well-groomed man.
But first things first, get the body to a safe place before sunrise. He reached down and gather the limp form. He paused before tossing him over his shoulder, looking at the jagged holes in the man's neck where a few crimson drops still oozed. Spike leaned down, and with a broad stroke of his tongue, caught the last essence of Jack Harkness. The blood sang on his tongue, electric and sizzling. It wasn’t the same as slayer blood but damned close. The man wasn’t a demon but he definitely was more than human. No matter, human or not, Jack Harkness was now his.
Until Jack Harkness decided to defy the odds and gasp back to life in Spike’s arms, that is.
Spike dropped the man with a curse.
“What the fuck?”
Jack rolled over, pale and breathing heavily, but still wearing the smoking hot smirk that had caught Spike’s eye.
“Surprise.”
Spike backed away. “I killed you,” he said, pointing his finger at the man. “I killed you right and proper.”
Jack stood and touched a finger to his neck and winced.
“Yes. Yes you did. And it was amazing," he leered
“Well,” Spike said, “Do what I can. Wait. Explain to me again why you’re not dead? You are human aren’t you?”
“Yep,” said Jack. “Well, human with a few upgrades. Can’t die, can’t be killed, occasionally enjoy a good day at the beach. You?”
Spike growled and lunged.
“Sorry, mate. But when I kill someone they bloody well stay dead.”
Jack twisted away at the last moment and using Spike’s momentum, slammed him into the alley wall. Pressing his forearm against Spike’s throat Jack pinned him to the grimy bricks.
“Don’t breathe, you know,” Spike said conversationally. “Not really doing any damage here.”
Jack just pressed harder and thrust his thigh in between Spike’s legs, grinding his hips slightly. “Just thought maybe it would shut you up while I decide how to kill you.”
“Think you have it in you, pretty boy? Killed you once, can do it again.” Spike said, thrusting back into the cradle of Jack’s pelvis, curling his tongue in satisfaction at the hardness he felt. “Me, I think you have a thing for big bads, get worked up at the thought of all that evil bending you over and making you scream. Fancy another…”
The sharp point of the stake pressing against Spike’s chest cut him off mid-sentence.
“If you won’t shut up, then I guess my options are limited.”
Spike grinned.
“Pity. You were a better shag than the poof.”
He whipped his leg around, catching Jack at the knees. Jumping over the sprawled body Spike blended into the crowd spilling out of the club.
Grinning, Spike made his way through the crowd. Captain Jack Harkness. Interesting. Might have to look him up again the next time he was in London.
Title: The Joy of Danger
Pairing: Jack/Spike
Rating: R (naughty words!)
Spoiler: None - pre-season Buffy *and* Torchwood
A/N: Written for tinuvielberen and the Prompts of Joy
Summary: Spike thinks he has it all figured out. Jack has other ideas.
Spike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He knew this one was special when he'd caught his eye in the grotty basement club south of London. When the stranger smirked and raised his glass, Spike felt a heat low in his belly. With a wicked grin he grabbed a bottle and strode through the crowd. The music was loud and the room filled with the intoxicating beating of a hundred hearts, each ripe for the picking. But this one, oh this one was all sorts of pretty and Spike was torn between fucking him and turning him.
In the end he did both.
Now he sat with his back against the sooty brick wall wondering where he’d stash the body until it rose. He imagined Drusilla’s delight when he presented her with such a luscious toy. It had been too long since Angel, the fucking poof, had gone off on his sparkly soul trip. Having another bloke along could prove interesting. This one even had nice hair. Drusilla always was a stickler for the hair. Angel, the fucking poof, The Immortal…his girl did like a well-groomed man.
But first things first, get the body to a safe place before sunrise. He reached down and gather the limp form. He paused before tossing him over his shoulder, looking at the jagged holes in the man's neck where a few crimson drops still oozed. Spike leaned down, and with a broad stroke of his tongue, caught the last essence of Jack Harkness. The blood sang on his tongue, electric and sizzling. It wasn’t the same as slayer blood but damned close. The man wasn’t a demon but he definitely was more than human. No matter, human or not, Jack Harkness was now his.
Until Jack Harkness decided to defy the odds and gasp back to life in Spike’s arms, that is.
Spike dropped the man with a curse.
“What the fuck?”
Jack rolled over, pale and breathing heavily, but still wearing the smoking hot smirk that had caught Spike’s eye.
“Surprise.”
Spike backed away. “I killed you,” he said, pointing his finger at the man. “I killed you right and proper.”
Jack stood and touched a finger to his neck and winced.
“Yes. Yes you did. And it was amazing," he leered
“Well,” Spike said, “Do what I can. Wait. Explain to me again why you’re not dead? You are human aren’t you?”
“Yep,” said Jack. “Well, human with a few upgrades. Can’t die, can’t be killed, occasionally enjoy a good day at the beach. You?”
Spike growled and lunged.
“Sorry, mate. But when I kill someone they bloody well stay dead.”
Jack twisted away at the last moment and using Spike’s momentum, slammed him into the alley wall. Pressing his forearm against Spike’s throat Jack pinned him to the grimy bricks.
“Don’t breathe, you know,” Spike said conversationally. “Not really doing any damage here.”
Jack just pressed harder and thrust his thigh in between Spike’s legs, grinding his hips slightly. “Just thought maybe it would shut you up while I decide how to kill you.”
“Think you have it in you, pretty boy? Killed you once, can do it again.” Spike said, thrusting back into the cradle of Jack’s pelvis, curling his tongue in satisfaction at the hardness he felt. “Me, I think you have a thing for big bads, get worked up at the thought of all that evil bending you over and making you scream. Fancy another…”
The sharp point of the stake pressing against Spike’s chest cut him off mid-sentence.
“If you won’t shut up, then I guess my options are limited.”
Spike grinned.
“Pity. You were a better shag than the poof.”
He whipped his leg around, catching Jack at the knees. Jumping over the sprawled body Spike blended into the crowd spilling out of the club.
Grinning, Spike made his way through the crowd. Captain Jack Harkness. Interesting. Might have to look him up again the next time he was in London.