"Still not beg-ging," Spike singsonged, mouthful of iron-salt-sweet and link full of formless need. He pushed Xander's cheeks apart with his hands - licked, balls to the small of Xander's back. Did it again. And then again, and again. Flat of his tongue pushing hard - dark bitter-musk taste on his tongue mixing with leather and salt and the faint spiciness of their soap. Thumbs pushing and pulling - working the muscle all around but never quite where Xander wanted him to go. Sucking Xander's balls into his mouth - humming around them. Licking and mouthing the bite high on Xander's left cheek and then going back to the other licking. Spike's whole body tingled with the waves of lust and frustration that were pouring off Xander - tingled with his own desire and he shivered all over - changed - and nuzzled into Xander's neck, his own achingly-hard cock rubbing wetly up and down Xander's crack.
"Begging is please please please, Spike, need you Spike..."
"Spike!" Xander bucked - writhed under Spike - hot, damp-musk air filling
( ... )
Spark of 'this is what it will be like' - knowledge that Spike wouldn't stop soon. Would keep drinking and fucking and fucking and drinking and take it all crashing into him, crashing through him and taking him with it.
Xander's head, rolling aside on his neck - the hard arch of creamy-gold skin exposed and pulled taut under Spike's mouth and wantyoursyours from Xander, strongest under the sheer lust that made Spike pant for air he didn't need. Shuddering surge of Xander's body and his muscles locked tight - his hips jerking in helpless spasms. The tidal scent of his come was sharp in Spike's nostrils and the demon snarled - wanting to take and keep taking what Xander was offering.
Ultimate surrender in the curving sweep of sweat-damp skin. *Not yet not yet notyet*, and Spike bit down, harder than usual - growled around the mouthful of flesh and blood and jerked hard, coming as well - grinding into Xander's body, bruising his hip and belly with a grip like iron, fingers sticky and warm on Xander as a second round of shocks
( ... )
"He's - wha?" Wesley made a sort of - gesture - with his eyebrows and Buffy - who looked a bit pale - seemed to catch on with a little mental click. "Oh. Oh. Okay. I - uh - so I didn't bring you home, right? Wesley did?" Buffy added, turning to Charles and Wesley fought the burst of hysterical giggles down"Buffy, this is Charles Gunn. He was a member of Angel Investigations
( ... )
Buffy yelped and jumped back - just as Gunn did, and Gunn scowled at the douse. *Man, get a grip on yourself!* "It's okay, they're friendly - mostly. Hungry little fu- guys but friendly. Go on and feed it some bacon." Gunn coaxed. Buffy took the edge of her plate in her fingertips and pushed it gingerly toward the douse.
"It can have the rest," she said, and the douse righted itself and sat upright, tail sweeping in fast arcs through the spatters of tea, little scaly paws clutching in what looked like a distinctly 'Mr. Burns' manner.
"Oh, no, no, that's entirely too much rich breakfast for you, Wes said, swooping in and rescuing the plate. "Buffy, are you sure you don't want any more
( ... )
"I really am," Gunn said. "Now get that damn door unlocked. I'm freezin' my ass off."
Wesley pushed the key into the lock - turned and pushed and grabbed Charles - pulled him into the shop and into a kiss at the same moment. From dazzling brightness to dust-mote dimness and Wesley stood there for a long moment, his fist clenched in Charles' coat, his other hand still on the key, cold lips growing warm, Charles' hand on his waist. And then he pulled back - grinned at the look of stunned pleasure on Charles' face.
"I'm very glad, Charles."
"Damn." Gunn raised a hand to his lips, felt the tingling swell from the outside and caught Wes before he could walk away into the shop. "One more time."
"Only one?" Wes didn't offer any resistance - or any help. Just watched him with those blue blue eyes
( ... )
Gunn sidestepped it carefully, holding his coat in close until they were past. "I think that's a damn good idea, Wes."
Beside the door, Wesley unlocked a book on a pedestal - a very familiar book. "Wes - tell me that ain't one of the volumes from Wolfram and Hart."
"It isn't. March sixteenth, two-thousand and five," he told it and then opened it to the middle, reading the text as it scrolled over the page. "It is by the same manufacturer."
"Jesus. What's it take to get you to use a computer, man?"
"Books do not crash." Wesley pulled a yellow legal pad from the shelf above and jotted notes from the book.
"So what is it?"
"A practical calendar. Anything in red is a risk to sell within the next five days."
"Why's that?"
"Oh, various reasons. Planetary alignments, ides, portents - prophecies." Wesley shot Charles a smile and shut the book - pushed open the back-room door and led Charles out into the store proper. He went briskly to the door, flipping on the lights and unlocking - turning the 'closed' sign to 'open' and then going
( ... )
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"Begging is please please please, Spike, need you Spike..."
"Spike!" Xander bucked - writhed under Spike - hot, damp-musk air filling ( ... )
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Xander's head, rolling aside on his neck - the hard arch of creamy-gold skin exposed and pulled taut under Spike's mouth and wantyoursyours from Xander, strongest under the sheer lust that made Spike pant for air he didn't need. Shuddering surge of Xander's body and his muscles locked tight - his hips jerking in helpless spasms. The tidal scent of his come was sharp in Spike's nostrils and the demon snarled - wanting to take and keep taking what Xander was offering.
Ultimate surrender in the curving sweep of sweat-damp skin. *Not yet not yet notyet*, and Spike bit down, harder than usual - growled around the mouthful of flesh and blood and jerked hard, coming as well - grinding into Xander's body, bruising his hip and belly with a grip like iron, fingers sticky and warm on Xander as a second round of shocks ( ... )
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"It can have the rest," she said, and the douse righted itself and sat upright, tail sweeping in fast arcs through the spatters of tea, little scaly paws clutching in what looked like a distinctly 'Mr. Burns' manner.
"Oh, no, no, that's entirely too much rich breakfast for you, Wes said, swooping in and rescuing the plate. "Buffy, are you sure you don't want any more ( ... )
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Wesley pushed the key into the lock - turned and pushed and grabbed Charles - pulled him into the shop and into a kiss at the same moment. From dazzling brightness to dust-mote dimness and Wesley stood there for a long moment, his fist clenched in Charles' coat, his other hand still on the key, cold lips growing warm, Charles' hand on his waist. And then he pulled back - grinned at the look of stunned pleasure on Charles' face.
"I'm very glad, Charles."
"Damn." Gunn raised a hand to his lips, felt the tingling swell from the outside and caught Wes before he could walk away into the shop. "One more time."
"Only one?" Wes didn't offer any resistance - or any help. Just watched him with those blue blue eyes ( ... )
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Beside the door, Wesley unlocked a book on a pedestal - a very familiar book. "Wes - tell me that ain't one of the volumes from Wolfram and Hart."
"It isn't. March sixteenth, two-thousand and five," he told it and then opened it to the middle, reading the text as it scrolled over the page. "It is by the same manufacturer."
"Jesus. What's it take to get you to use a computer, man?"
"Books do not crash." Wesley pulled a yellow legal pad from the shelf above and jotted notes from the book.
"So what is it?"
"A practical calendar. Anything in red is a risk to sell within the next five days."
"Why's that?"
"Oh, various reasons. Planetary alignments, ides, portents - prophecies." Wesley shot Charles a smile and shut the book - pushed open the back-room door and led Charles out into the store proper. He went briskly to the door, flipping on the lights and unlocking - turning the 'closed' sign to 'open' and then going ( ... )
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