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tamingthemuseAUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: The Love Bone's Connected To...
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
CONTENT: m/m sex; bondage.
SUMMARY: Spike has a little Halloween surprise for Xander; Done for nekidspike Halloween Nekid Numbers Xander/bones/coming in pants; tamingthemuse #379 - Launch.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: None really
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 550 words
It was Halloween. I had tried to coax Spike to come along to Willow's Halloween bash. But Spike had stubbornly stuck to his contention that no self-respecting vampire, and yes, he asserted, he was a self-respecting vampire, would be caught undead on the streets on Halloween. I had said then I'd stay home and he all but ordered me to go.
Hmph. The nerve of him giving orders. I only went cos I pretty much do everything he says. As far as I knew, Ethan Rayne wasn't around, but I'd dressed as a pirate just in case. I'd always wanted to be a pirate. I didn't stay long though, and headed over to Spike's crypt. I knew he just didn't like the disapproval of them about us. Truth be told, neither did I. I had the feeling eventually I'd have to choose and I'd choose the crazy vampire, no contest.
I walked into the crypt, warily. It was utterly dark, no candles going, no faint glare of the television. Something was wrong, Spike always had some form of light going. Maybe it was to keep away trick or treaters.
Then there was a crack like a whip and something wrapped around my upper body, pinning my arms. The floor seemed to come alive and a net made of bones, it seemed, connected by some kind of rope or cord, encased me and pulled me up. My legs dangled through the web and I kicked around uselessly.
"Eek!" I said, pithily. "Errr, ummm, ackkk!" Not doing so much for my reputation with the words and the comebacks. "I'm a pirate, not an astronaut, why the launch?" Okay, that was more like it.
"Now, now, pet, I go to all the trouble to arrange this nice surprise for you..." Spike stepped out of the shadows. "I had some time on my hands and I thought we should have our own party." He reached out his hand and cupped my groin.
This got a moan from me despite my predicament. Spike grinned up at me and started stroking me through my trousers. They were only costume, thin cotton, and between it and the thong I was wearing -- yes, the blonde menace insisted I went commando or thongs only -- there wasn't much of a barrier between his hand and my cock. I whimpered and rubbed back against his hand, moving as much as I was able.
"That's better my boy," he purred, and kept rubbing. And rubbing. And rubbing.
"Ummm, Spike," I said, with some alarm and urgency in my voice. "You keep that up and I'm... I'm gonna..."
"That's the idea." He gave me one of his infuriatingly self-satisfied grins as his other hand slid inside my trousers to press one knuckle of one finger into my ass. He knew, dammit, that move would send me into overdrive, and sure enough, I, ummm, creamed my pants.
Not that the whole sensation was unpleasant, mind you, but... "No pants to wear, now, Spike, what am I going to do?"
Spike gave an evil chuckle. "Guess you're just stuck here at my mercy til I come up with something for you to wear now, aren't you?"
Okay, so Spike's evil plans had their points at times, I had to admit. Best. Halloween. Ever.
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: The Love Bone's Connected To...
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
CONTENT: m/m sex; bondage.
SUMMARY: Spike has a little Halloween surprise for Xander; Done for nekidspike Halloween Nekid Numbers Xander/bones/coming in pants; tamingthemuse #379 - Launch.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: None really
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 550 words
It was Halloween. I had tried to coax Spike to come along to Willow's Halloween bash. But Spike had stubbornly stuck to his contention that no self-respecting vampire, and yes, he asserted, he was a self-respecting vampire, would be caught undead on the streets on Halloween. I had said then I'd stay home and he all but ordered me to go.
Hmph. The nerve of him giving orders. I only went cos I pretty much do everything he says. As far as I knew, Ethan Rayne wasn't around, but I'd dressed as a pirate just in case. I'd always wanted to be a pirate. I didn't stay long though, and headed over to Spike's crypt. I knew he just didn't like the disapproval of them about us. Truth be told, neither did I. I had the feeling eventually I'd have to choose and I'd choose the crazy vampire, no contest.
I walked into the crypt, warily. It was utterly dark, no candles going, no faint glare of the television. Something was wrong, Spike always had some form of light going. Maybe it was to keep away trick or treaters.
Then there was a crack like a whip and something wrapped around my upper body, pinning my arms. The floor seemed to come alive and a net made of bones, it seemed, connected by some kind of rope or cord, encased me and pulled me up. My legs dangled through the web and I kicked around uselessly.
"Eek!" I said, pithily. "Errr, ummm, ackkk!" Not doing so much for my reputation with the words and the comebacks. "I'm a pirate, not an astronaut, why the launch?" Okay, that was more like it.
"Now, now, pet, I go to all the trouble to arrange this nice surprise for you..." Spike stepped out of the shadows. "I had some time on my hands and I thought we should have our own party." He reached out his hand and cupped my groin.
This got a moan from me despite my predicament. Spike grinned up at me and started stroking me through my trousers. They were only costume, thin cotton, and between it and the thong I was wearing -- yes, the blonde menace insisted I went commando or thongs only -- there wasn't much of a barrier between his hand and my cock. I whimpered and rubbed back against his hand, moving as much as I was able.
"That's better my boy," he purred, and kept rubbing. And rubbing. And rubbing.
"Ummm, Spike," I said, with some alarm and urgency in my voice. "You keep that up and I'm... I'm gonna..."
"That's the idea." He gave me one of his infuriatingly self-satisfied grins as his other hand slid inside my trousers to press one knuckle of one finger into my ass. He knew, dammit, that move would send me into overdrive, and sure enough, I, ummm, creamed my pants.
Not that the whole sensation was unpleasant, mind you, but... "No pants to wear, now, Spike, what am I going to do?"
Spike gave an evil chuckle. "Guess you're just stuck here at my mercy til I come up with something for you to wear now, aren't you?"
Okay, so Spike's evil plans had their points at times, I had to admit. Best. Halloween. Ever.
