Convulsus 6/?
By: Broodus Foreheadus
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series, nor do I make any money from these stories. I am just borrowing the guys, but I can't promise they will be clean when I give them back. ;)
Warnings: At this point you should know….
A.N. I want to thank those of you who have been reviewing, and I ask that you all keep 'em coming! I love knowing that people are reading my story!
A.N School I finally over! It looks like I'll have some extra time to write. I finally feel like I'm in the right head space to do this story properly. Hopefully I still have some people out there to read my stories. I'm very sorry for how long it's taken for me to get this up.
Spike moans as he feels the stretch and burn as that thick rod works into him, filling him. When Xander is finally seated fully inside him, he starts to rock, so slow he wants to scream. And he does. He screams Xander's name, demanding that he goes faster. After a chuckle, Xander leans down and braces his arms on either side of Spike's head and gives him all he's got. Spike's moans become louder. Broken by each powerful thrust. He scratches blunt nails down Xander's strong back as he feels the build of his orgasm. And here it is. It finally breaks free as he feels Xander filling him with his own spend. His vision goes white and he feels as if he is floating. Then...
Pain.
There is a scream and a crash and pain everywhere. He drags his eyes open to find himself in the hallway outside Xander's room. He ignores the pain in his head as he digs himself out of the rubble. The world seems to float and turn on it's side and Spike has to grab the wall to keep from ending up on the floor again. He forces himself to focus. When the world rights itself, he looks across the hall and sees a hole where the wall should be.
Just big enough for a Spike-shaped vampire to crash through,he thinks to the headache, throbbing in his skull.
He makes his way across the rubble and through the hole, all the while keeping his senses alerted to whatever is in the room with his boy. He looks around in a mixture of panic and confusion at the extreme lack of monster du jour present in the room. Finally his brain computes the lack of a Xander-shaped boy in the hospital bed and his eyes fix on the quivering, naked mass on the floor in the far corner of the room. Suddenly he's on his knees, pink tears running down his cheeks, emotions screaming through his being.
"X-x-xander?"
At those words, the boy turns his head, and fixes those eyes on Spike. Dread courses through his veins as Spike gazes into those dark eyes, ancient and void of humanity. Spike watches and readies himself as Xander coils his muscles. He knows there will be a fight, but he doesn't know what to do about it. Is this some dark shadow of Xander or is it something else entirely?
Sorry about the shortness of this one guys. My muse just wouldn't let me go on. Not sure how I feel about this one. It was really hard to put down and hash out. Let me know what you think.