Title: Not Caring

Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing Number: 3

Pairing: Gunn/Spike

Category: Smut (kinda…if you squint at it)

AN: Still short, but not really smut. *shrugs* Enjoy you all.

They weren't lovers really, at least not in what someone could call normal. They had sex, and lots of it, but there wasn't any love behind it that you would expect from such a relationship. There was emotion but not something that a human could call normal in terms of emotions. But Gunn didn't mind really, didn't care for emotions that would be human when it came to his lover.

'No, playmate, not lover,' he corrected himself, shaking his head with a sigh as he looked to the bleached blond man next to him, eyeing the lanky body that was incased in leather and jeans, drawing the eye to him. He was always so damn arousing, so damn hot that it made the black male want, need to touch the vampire.

Shaking his head, he turned back to his sharpening, listening to Spike listen to his music that came from the IPod that sat on his hip. It was interesting to watch a Victorian vampire listen to 80's music on a 20th century device and Gunn took advantage of being able to watch him with his guard down. Which still really surprised him.

The whole guard down thing.

For all the time that Gunn had known Spike, he had never once let his guard down around anyone, much less another lover or play mate, but here he was, listening to music and sharpening a stake. It was nice to see, to know that he was trusted enough to not attack Spike with the intent to kill him. Occasionally he would attack Spike with the intent of getting laid but never to kill. Their fun would be cut short if he did that after all and that wouldn't make him very happy about that after all.

Shaking his head, Gunn put his ax to the side and stood up, drawing dark blue eyes to him. They watched as he slowly stretched with a groan as pink lips quirked up in a smirk. The darker male knew what he was doing and reveled in the fact that he could make Spike lose his thoughts about what he was doing at that moment. He loved every moment of it, knowing that he would soon be fucked senseless and then taken care of soon after.

Sighing happily, he looked over at Spike, an inviting smile dancing over his lips before he strolled out of the room, knowing that the vampire would follow soon after. And he was proven right as soon as he walked into the bedroom. Stepping over the threshold, he was tossed onto the bed and covered with a horny, growling vampire.

No, they weren't really lovers in the conventional sense, but as Spike slid in deep, taking him to heights previously unknown, Gunn didn't really care. He was enjoying the sex to much to care.