Title: Fallen
Author: Orilon
Rating: R for light smut and multiple uses of the "F" word plus other bad language.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: none
Distribution: If you want it, take it and let me know where.
Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Xander gives in to Spike.
Feedback: Please.
I fucked up and let the slayer see me, so I have to lay low for a few days to get her off my trail. Just when I was getting to the boy, she has to interfere as usual.
Three days after my run in with slutty, I find the boy again. I'm shocked to hear his sigh of relief. He should be fighting me, not sighing like a bloody woman. I'm confused when he tilts his head to the side. He should be resisting me; hell, the fight is half the fun.
I call his bluff and rub my body against his; instead of fighting, the smell of his pheromones grows stronger. I lightly lick his jugular, enjoying the taste, before sinking my fangs in his neck and am hit with the strong smell of his arousal.
His hard on presses into my stomach, and I can taste the excitement in his blood. The exact opposite to my reaction to Angelus. I was fucking scared when he turned me, not turned on. I suspect the difference is he is willing and I wasn't.
I come from the taste of warm blood in my mouth in such a long time and he comes just before I bite my wrist and press it against his mouth. It feels good as he suckles.
I pick up his rapidly cooling body and get him to my crypt before sunrise. Now comes the waiting game for him to rise, which I hate.
Author: Orilon
Rating: R for light smut and multiple uses of the "F" word plus other bad language.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: none
Distribution: If you want it, take it and let me know where.
Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Xander gives in to Spike.
Feedback: Please.
I fucked up and let the slayer see me, so I have to lay low for a few days to get her off my trail. Just when I was getting to the boy, she has to interfere as usual.
Three days after my run in with slutty, I find the boy again. I'm shocked to hear his sigh of relief. He should be fighting me, not sighing like a bloody woman. I'm confused when he tilts his head to the side. He should be resisting me; hell, the fight is half the fun.
I call his bluff and rub my body against his; instead of fighting, the smell of his pheromones grows stronger. I lightly lick his jugular, enjoying the taste, before sinking my fangs in his neck and am hit with the strong smell of his arousal.
His hard on presses into my stomach, and I can taste the excitement in his blood. The exact opposite to my reaction to Angelus. I was fucking scared when he turned me, not turned on. I suspect the difference is he is willing and I wasn't.
I come from the taste of warm blood in my mouth in such a long time and he comes just before I bite my wrist and press it against his mouth. It feels good as he suckles.
I pick up his rapidly cooling body and get him to my crypt before sunrise. Now comes the waiting game for him to rise, which I hate.