Thank you fic for lit_gal
Hey. You see the icon there? yeah. lit_gal made it for me, along with some more for my After Midnight story. I asked what I could do to repay her, and she said some vampy blood play. Either a drabble or a scene from my series. So this is what I came up with.
Behind a cut for those that don't care one way or the other.
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An After Midnight ficlet
Written for lit_gal who made the wonderful Icon for the story and several others for me. Also? She just rocks the fic world, y'all.
It takes place after the fifth chapter, which I am writing right now.
Probably hard R or NC 17, not really sure which.
Spike sat alone in the huge bed. He never thought it would ever be the case that he’d be alone in his bed. There had always been Dru.
She of the alabaster skin and midnight eyes. He would writhe underneath her sharp fingernails as they scraped bloody paths down his chest and abdomen. Then her slick cool tongue would lap at the blood that welled in the cuts as she followed her hands’ trails. And her sharp fangs cutting into the flesh of his thighs, biting out the muscle to get to the thick veins there, where she drew sharply, siphoning the blood out of his body in a rush. His head would get fuzzy, and he felt like he was shrinking as she would feed from him.
Then she’d crawl up his body, tigerlike, eyes flashing gold in the flickering candle light, until her face was above his, and she’d lie down on him and kiss him, inviting the sharp pain of his bite. He’d drink his blood back from her through her lips and tongue and neck and shoulders, and she’d impale herself on his ready and leaking cock, riding him slowly, squeezing him hard. Her body a blanket of downy soft coolness, rubbing his until he came within her. Her scent surrounding him, her taste flowing in him.
Or when not Dru, Angelus.
Angelus with his hard heavy body underneath him, arching upward with that rigid cock plunged deep within him, fangs buried to the gum and beyond in his shoulder, tongue working his muscles to bring his blood to the surface. And those huge hands, holding his waist and forcing his hips down hard on the body beneath him.
Then the withdrawal and the explicit permission from his surrogate sire to take his fill. He’d bury his fangs in Angelus’ strong corded neck, and partake of that magical blood, somehow made more powerful in the muscular body. Only then would he be allowed to come, to let his body shake with the release of its passion. Only when they’d shared the blood, would Angelus let him have his way, riding and rocking on the magnificent body below, taking more than giving.
So no. He never thought he’d ever be alone in this bed. But he could hear Angelus in the next room, sharing his body and blood with the newest addition of the Order. He hoped Xander would come to understand and appreciate the privilege he was being granted.
Hope you liked. Sort of wanted to keep the angsty feeling of the series, hence the bookend paragraphs.
Behind a cut for those that don't care one way or the other.
Uninvited
An After Midnight ficlet
Written for lit_gal who made the wonderful Icon for the story and several others for me. Also? She just rocks the fic world, y'all.
It takes place after the fifth chapter, which I am writing right now.
Probably hard R or NC 17, not really sure which.
Spike sat alone in the huge bed. He never thought it would ever be the case that he’d be alone in his bed. There had always been Dru.
She of the alabaster skin and midnight eyes. He would writhe underneath her sharp fingernails as they scraped bloody paths down his chest and abdomen. Then her slick cool tongue would lap at the blood that welled in the cuts as she followed her hands’ trails. And her sharp fangs cutting into the flesh of his thighs, biting out the muscle to get to the thick veins there, where she drew sharply, siphoning the blood out of his body in a rush. His head would get fuzzy, and he felt like he was shrinking as she would feed from him.
Then she’d crawl up his body, tigerlike, eyes flashing gold in the flickering candle light, until her face was above his, and she’d lie down on him and kiss him, inviting the sharp pain of his bite. He’d drink his blood back from her through her lips and tongue and neck and shoulders, and she’d impale herself on his ready and leaking cock, riding him slowly, squeezing him hard. Her body a blanket of downy soft coolness, rubbing his until he came within her. Her scent surrounding him, her taste flowing in him.
Or when not Dru, Angelus.
Angelus with his hard heavy body underneath him, arching upward with that rigid cock plunged deep within him, fangs buried to the gum and beyond in his shoulder, tongue working his muscles to bring his blood to the surface. And those huge hands, holding his waist and forcing his hips down hard on the body beneath him.
Then the withdrawal and the explicit permission from his surrogate sire to take his fill. He’d bury his fangs in Angelus’ strong corded neck, and partake of that magical blood, somehow made more powerful in the muscular body. Only then would he be allowed to come, to let his body shake with the release of its passion. Only when they’d shared the blood, would Angelus let him have his way, riding and rocking on the magnificent body below, taking more than giving.
So no. He never thought he’d ever be alone in this bed. But he could hear Angelus in the next room, sharing his body and blood with the newest addition of the Order. He hoped Xander would come to understand and appreciate the privilege he was being granted.
Hope you liked. Sort of wanted to keep the angsty feeling of the series, hence the bookend paragraphs.