City of Night 6/? (Prompt: Narcissus)
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tamingthemuseTitle: City of Night 6/?
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Narcissus
Warnings: Slash
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is about the period after Dru dumps Spike the second time, and what happens between the dumping and him arriving in Sunnydale with Harmony. I’ve alluded in several other fics about this period, and always meant to get around to writing it. In this chapter, more with Spike and Lindsey. The painting described is very similar to this lovely manip by Sueworld, called ‘Sacrifice’.
Previous parts here.
They’d gotten through a few drinks, wary small talk, circling around each other, when Spike suddenly stood up. “Brave enough to come with me? I’ve got something I’d like to show you.”
Lindsey looked at Spike, trying to size him up, guess his intentions. “This isn’t some lame-ass attempt to get me back to your place, right?”
Spike chuckled. “No. Scout’s honor. I’m taking you someplace public.”
Lindsey slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, making sure he had the stake and holy water there. Then he nodded, getting up. “Let’s go.”
Spike led him out to the DeSoto. Lindsey had to chuckle. “Your ride looks almost as beat-up as mine.” He pointed to a pick-up across the lot. “That’s mine.”
Spike grinned. “Doesn’t fit the whole corporate lawyer thing.”
Lindsey nodded. “Well, I’ve had her since I got my license. I hate to let her go.”
“Same way I feel about the DeSoto. The new ones just aren’t the same. Get in.”
They were soon cruising the streets, windows down to catch the night air. Lindsey studied Spike’s profile in the half-light as they drove. He told himself it was to make sure the vampire behaved himself, but in truth he was just taking him in.
They pulled up into the parking lot of a museum. Lindsey snorted. “This place is closed.”
Spike grinned. “Not if you bribe the guard. Come on.”
Lindsey shook his head and got out. “You’re something else, I’ll give you that.”
Spike just chuckled and led him into the museum, stopping to give the guard who let them in some money. He was moving past the exhibits, obviously heading somewhere specific.
Lindsey couldn’t keep quiet for long. “Where are we going?”
“Be patient. Almost there.” Then he stopped. “Here.”
It was a painting Spike gestured to. It was a beautiful, pale young man, kneeling on an altar in the midst of a garden, chained, body arched in offering, moonlight shining on his skin. It took a while before Lindsey focused enough on the face to realize that it was Spike. He jerked his head to look at Spike. “This is you?”
Spike nodded and grinned. “Yeah. My Sire painted it. It’s called ‘Narcissus in Moonlight’. What d’you think?”
Lindsey turned back to the painting. “It’s very erotic.” He looked at the position, the yearning, the taut muscles, the blissful and tortured expression. “Did you really pose like that?”
Spike nodded. “Took several nights of posing. He was a perfectionist.”
Lindsey wanted to run his fingers over the skin. “So why did you want me to see this? Other than showing off how you look naked?”
“To see your reaction to it.” Spike moved around behind him, almost but not quite touching Lindsey. “I can smell the arousal on you. Do you want to be the one chained or the one doing the chaining?”
Lindsey could feel his pulse thudding hard, and he got even harder at the soft sexy voice coming from behind him. “I don’t know. Both, probably.”
Spike leaned in a little closer, pressing his lips in a soft kiss on the side of Lindsey’s neck. Lindsey knew he should pull away, should do something other than stand there and shiver, but he didn’t. Spike whispered, low and silky, into Lindsey’s ear. “You don’t want to want me, but you do. You wonder what it would be like, don’t you? Lindsey, I’ve spent over a hundred and twenty years learning and practicing every art of pleasure I could find. And I’m willing to use all that knowledge on you. Don’t you want it?”
Lindsey let out a groan. “Fuck, you don’t give up, do you?”
Spike chuckled softly. “No, not usually.”
Lindsey looked at the image in front of him, even as he could almost feel Spike pressed against him. He couldn’t help but be intrigued. He breathed out slowly. “I do. But I don’t trust you. You get me alone, I could end up dinner, or wake up all undead.”
Spike ghosted fingertips down Lindsey’s arms. “So get some chains. I’ll put myself at your mercy.”
Lindsey groaned again. With the painting in front of him, now all he could picture was having Spike chained in his bed. “Damn you. You know I can’t turn that down.”
Spike chuckled wickedly. “I do know, yes.”
Lindsey sighed, and gave in. He wasn’t going to be able to wipe the picture from his mind, he knew that much. “Tomorrow then. You come over, I’ll have things ready tomorrow. Now take me back to Caritas.”
“As you wish.”
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Narcissus
Warnings: Slash
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is about the period after Dru dumps Spike the second time, and what happens between the dumping and him arriving in Sunnydale with Harmony. I’ve alluded in several other fics about this period, and always meant to get around to writing it. In this chapter, more with Spike and Lindsey. The painting described is very similar to this lovely manip by Sueworld, called ‘Sacrifice’.
Previous parts here.
They’d gotten through a few drinks, wary small talk, circling around each other, when Spike suddenly stood up. “Brave enough to come with me? I’ve got something I’d like to show you.”
Lindsey looked at Spike, trying to size him up, guess his intentions. “This isn’t some lame-ass attempt to get me back to your place, right?”
Spike chuckled. “No. Scout’s honor. I’m taking you someplace public.”
Lindsey slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, making sure he had the stake and holy water there. Then he nodded, getting up. “Let’s go.”
Spike led him out to the DeSoto. Lindsey had to chuckle. “Your ride looks almost as beat-up as mine.” He pointed to a pick-up across the lot. “That’s mine.”
Spike grinned. “Doesn’t fit the whole corporate lawyer thing.”
Lindsey nodded. “Well, I’ve had her since I got my license. I hate to let her go.”
“Same way I feel about the DeSoto. The new ones just aren’t the same. Get in.”
They were soon cruising the streets, windows down to catch the night air. Lindsey studied Spike’s profile in the half-light as they drove. He told himself it was to make sure the vampire behaved himself, but in truth he was just taking him in.
They pulled up into the parking lot of a museum. Lindsey snorted. “This place is closed.”
Spike grinned. “Not if you bribe the guard. Come on.”
Lindsey shook his head and got out. “You’re something else, I’ll give you that.”
Spike just chuckled and led him into the museum, stopping to give the guard who let them in some money. He was moving past the exhibits, obviously heading somewhere specific.
Lindsey couldn’t keep quiet for long. “Where are we going?”
“Be patient. Almost there.” Then he stopped. “Here.”
It was a painting Spike gestured to. It was a beautiful, pale young man, kneeling on an altar in the midst of a garden, chained, body arched in offering, moonlight shining on his skin. It took a while before Lindsey focused enough on the face to realize that it was Spike. He jerked his head to look at Spike. “This is you?”
Spike nodded and grinned. “Yeah. My Sire painted it. It’s called ‘Narcissus in Moonlight’. What d’you think?”
Lindsey turned back to the painting. “It’s very erotic.” He looked at the position, the yearning, the taut muscles, the blissful and tortured expression. “Did you really pose like that?”
Spike nodded. “Took several nights of posing. He was a perfectionist.”
Lindsey wanted to run his fingers over the skin. “So why did you want me to see this? Other than showing off how you look naked?”
“To see your reaction to it.” Spike moved around behind him, almost but not quite touching Lindsey. “I can smell the arousal on you. Do you want to be the one chained or the one doing the chaining?”
Lindsey could feel his pulse thudding hard, and he got even harder at the soft sexy voice coming from behind him. “I don’t know. Both, probably.”
Spike leaned in a little closer, pressing his lips in a soft kiss on the side of Lindsey’s neck. Lindsey knew he should pull away, should do something other than stand there and shiver, but he didn’t. Spike whispered, low and silky, into Lindsey’s ear. “You don’t want to want me, but you do. You wonder what it would be like, don’t you? Lindsey, I’ve spent over a hundred and twenty years learning and practicing every art of pleasure I could find. And I’m willing to use all that knowledge on you. Don’t you want it?”
Lindsey let out a groan. “Fuck, you don’t give up, do you?”
Spike chuckled softly. “No, not usually.”
Lindsey looked at the image in front of him, even as he could almost feel Spike pressed against him. He couldn’t help but be intrigued. He breathed out slowly. “I do. But I don’t trust you. You get me alone, I could end up dinner, or wake up all undead.”
Spike ghosted fingertips down Lindsey’s arms. “So get some chains. I’ll put myself at your mercy.”
Lindsey groaned again. With the painting in front of him, now all he could picture was having Spike chained in his bed. “Damn you. You know I can’t turn that down.”
Spike chuckled wickedly. “I do know, yes.”
Lindsey sighed, and gave in. He wasn’t going to be able to wipe the picture from his mind, he knew that much. “Tomorrow then. You come over, I’ll have things ready tomorrow. Now take me back to Caritas.”
“As you wish.”
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Date: 2007-05-20 01:28 pm (UTC)I love a confident Spike, one who knows his power and uses it. Very nice.