Fiction - Buffy - Hell - Spike/Giles - NC-17
Title: Hell
Author: GothGirl
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Giles
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Notes: Written for the porn battle. 900 words. Thanks to Lola, hils and alee for the beta help.
Warnings: sex
Feedback: Yes please that would be very nice. Feedback is very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon. No infringement intended, just playing.
Summary: Every year they must meet.
Hell
"You're late." The slurred words were spoken even as Spike stripped, kicking his jeans into a corner of the dingy motel room. He barely spared a glance at the surroundings. It didn't matter where the deed was done. It only mattered that it was done by midnight.
Spike ran pale fingers through his messy hair as he climbed onto the already turned down bed, the sheets rough against his skin.
"You're drunk," he admonished. They'd never quite figured out the full logistics of what they needed to do each year. It was enough to know that as long as they met and consummated at the same time, nothing bad would happen.
Giles smiled brightly. "Yes, I am, isn't that grand?" he asked, one hand reaching for Spike. Despite his inebriated state, he managed to pull Spike down, throwing him off balance.
"You crazy git," Spike muttered. He sat up and straddled Giles' chest. He yanked at the tie, almost shredding it in his hands. He tossed it and tore the crisp white shirt from Giles who had started to struggle.
"Get off me, you tosser," Giles slurred. His struggles were in vain against the unnatural strength of the man who held him, against the force that compelled then both, but that didn't stop him trying. All that went through Giles' muddled mind was escape, one he knew was impossible. He knew why they were here.
"I have places to be and things to do," Spike growled, "and we only have five minutes before all hell breaks loose." It was an exaggeration, but there was no time to be gentle.
"You and me both," Giles quipped.
"This is entirely your fault," Spike accused as he stripped Giles' pants off and tossed them over his shoulder. "It'll teach you not to play with ancient Babylonian texts." Beneath him Giles went limp, making it difficult to continue to undress him. Frustrated and panicked, Spike tore at the blue boxers. That got Giles to pay more attention. It wasn't just his body that had gone limp.
"I suppose this mean," Spike's brow quirked and he smirked, "we'll just have to improvise. Seeing as you got the bright idea to get hammered."
They stopped long enough to stare into each other's eyes. Giles looked sober for just a second, and then Spike flipped him over and lifted his ass in the air. Giles practically shouted at the manhandling, but he was no longer struggling as the reality sank in. He was on his hands and knees, with his face pressed against the mattress, and he was about to be fucked by Spike in a seedy motel room. Giles pushed against the rough sheets. The smell of cheap laundry detergent filled his nostrils. Giles shuddered as cold, lubricated fingers penetrated him. There was no time for niceties. They'd always done this the other way around with Giles on top. That thought alone should have alarmed him, but it didn't. If he just let it happen, he could tell himself it was the alcohol. He wasn't in his right mind.
A cool finger slid in and out of him. Giles' cock jerked. Spike leaned in close.
"You want me to fuck you," cool lips whispered in his ear. Giles could feel Spike's long, hard cock pressed against his ass. Spike was warm. He must have fed before coming here.
"Just do it," Giles cried out. Fingers slid out and just the press of the head of Spike's cock against his hole made him shiver. Then there was one warm hand on his hip, and he was pushed forward as Spike's cock entered him. Giles bit his lip at the feel of the thick shaft stretching him. There was no time to go slow and suddenly Spike was buried deep inside him.
"Fuck, you really are tight and so warm," Spike said as he moaned loudly. He closed his eyes and pulled out, then thrust in as hard as he could. Giles clenched tightly around his cock, sending shudders through Spike. He thrust into the tight, silky heat, each stroke harder than the last, smiling in pleasure. The grin on Spike's face grew wider as he buried himself balls deep, the bed rocking violently beneath them.
Lost in the moment, Giles pushed back, resisting the urge to cry out. His own cock hung stiff between his legs. Spike wrapped his free hand around it and jerked him hard, easily falling into a rhythm Giles though impossible. The way Spike was fucking him, Giles was sure to wake up bruised, which was a stupid thing to be thinking about at this moment. There was no time left. They had to come now.
Spike's hand sped up, and Giles could feel his orgasm build. He squeezed his eyes shut and a strangled moan escaped his lips as his cock jerked. The hand slid over his already sensitive head. That was all it took, and before he knew what hit him, Giles was coming harder than he'd ever come before. His ass clenched around the cock buried deep inside him. Spike knew his grip on Giles' hips was too tight, but he didn't care. He thrust deep inside, savoring the tightness, and shouted in triumph as he came over and over again, pushing Giles into the bed. The bed shifted beneath them, threatening to collapse.
They slowly moved apart, lying down on the bed. They were both completely spent. Giles could already feel sleep overtaking him.
The alarm clock went off.
"That was bloody brilliant."
Author: GothGirl
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Giles
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Notes: Written for the porn battle. 900 words. Thanks to Lola, hils and alee for the beta help.
Warnings: sex
Feedback: Yes please that would be very nice. Feedback is very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon. No infringement intended, just playing.
Summary: Every year they must meet.
Hell
"You're late." The slurred words were spoken even as Spike stripped, kicking his jeans into a corner of the dingy motel room. He barely spared a glance at the surroundings. It didn't matter where the deed was done. It only mattered that it was done by midnight.
Spike ran pale fingers through his messy hair as he climbed onto the already turned down bed, the sheets rough against his skin.
"You're drunk," he admonished. They'd never quite figured out the full logistics of what they needed to do each year. It was enough to know that as long as they met and consummated at the same time, nothing bad would happen.
Giles smiled brightly. "Yes, I am, isn't that grand?" he asked, one hand reaching for Spike. Despite his inebriated state, he managed to pull Spike down, throwing him off balance.
"You crazy git," Spike muttered. He sat up and straddled Giles' chest. He yanked at the tie, almost shredding it in his hands. He tossed it and tore the crisp white shirt from Giles who had started to struggle.
"Get off me, you tosser," Giles slurred. His struggles were in vain against the unnatural strength of the man who held him, against the force that compelled then both, but that didn't stop him trying. All that went through Giles' muddled mind was escape, one he knew was impossible. He knew why they were here.
"I have places to be and things to do," Spike growled, "and we only have five minutes before all hell breaks loose." It was an exaggeration, but there was no time to be gentle.
"You and me both," Giles quipped.
"This is entirely your fault," Spike accused as he stripped Giles' pants off and tossed them over his shoulder. "It'll teach you not to play with ancient Babylonian texts." Beneath him Giles went limp, making it difficult to continue to undress him. Frustrated and panicked, Spike tore at the blue boxers. That got Giles to pay more attention. It wasn't just his body that had gone limp.
"I suppose this mean," Spike's brow quirked and he smirked, "we'll just have to improvise. Seeing as you got the bright idea to get hammered."
They stopped long enough to stare into each other's eyes. Giles looked sober for just a second, and then Spike flipped him over and lifted his ass in the air. Giles practically shouted at the manhandling, but he was no longer struggling as the reality sank in. He was on his hands and knees, with his face pressed against the mattress, and he was about to be fucked by Spike in a seedy motel room. Giles pushed against the rough sheets. The smell of cheap laundry detergent filled his nostrils. Giles shuddered as cold, lubricated fingers penetrated him. There was no time for niceties. They'd always done this the other way around with Giles on top. That thought alone should have alarmed him, but it didn't. If he just let it happen, he could tell himself it was the alcohol. He wasn't in his right mind.
A cool finger slid in and out of him. Giles' cock jerked. Spike leaned in close.
"You want me to fuck you," cool lips whispered in his ear. Giles could feel Spike's long, hard cock pressed against his ass. Spike was warm. He must have fed before coming here.
"Just do it," Giles cried out. Fingers slid out and just the press of the head of Spike's cock against his hole made him shiver. Then there was one warm hand on his hip, and he was pushed forward as Spike's cock entered him. Giles bit his lip at the feel of the thick shaft stretching him. There was no time to go slow and suddenly Spike was buried deep inside him.
"Fuck, you really are tight and so warm," Spike said as he moaned loudly. He closed his eyes and pulled out, then thrust in as hard as he could. Giles clenched tightly around his cock, sending shudders through Spike. He thrust into the tight, silky heat, each stroke harder than the last, smiling in pleasure. The grin on Spike's face grew wider as he buried himself balls deep, the bed rocking violently beneath them.
Lost in the moment, Giles pushed back, resisting the urge to cry out. His own cock hung stiff between his legs. Spike wrapped his free hand around it and jerked him hard, easily falling into a rhythm Giles though impossible. The way Spike was fucking him, Giles was sure to wake up bruised, which was a stupid thing to be thinking about at this moment. There was no time left. They had to come now.
Spike's hand sped up, and Giles could feel his orgasm build. He squeezed his eyes shut and a strangled moan escaped his lips as his cock jerked. The hand slid over his already sensitive head. That was all it took, and before he knew what hit him, Giles was coming harder than he'd ever come before. His ass clenched around the cock buried deep inside him. Spike knew his grip on Giles' hips was too tight, but he didn't care. He thrust deep inside, savoring the tightness, and shouted in triumph as he came over and over again, pushing Giles into the bed. The bed shifted beneath them, threatening to collapse.
They slowly moved apart, lying down on the bed. They were both completely spent. Giles could already feel sleep overtaking him.
The alarm clock went off.
"That was bloody brilliant."