"Trapped", Rated M, SamxSpike
Title: Trapped
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Spike
Word Count: 400
Rating: M
Prompt: #21 Trap
Warning: Slashy goodness, Sexual implications
Spoilers: None
Summary: ‘He felt the sniper below him growl as his bonds refused to give.’
Disclaimer: Don’t own flashpoint… If I did… well… the world would end.
Authors Note: Just because I love the idea of a very forward Spike… -drools- taking advantage of poor Sammy.
Spike smiled running his fingers into short blonde hair, gently tugging the younger man into a breath taking kiss. He could feel Sam’s body relax beneath his fingers and with an inward smirk the techie pressed forward deepening the kiss.
The blonde man broke apart for a moment, confused blue eyes meeting brown and Sam felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. Spike had that look in his eyes. It was the look that meant the current situation could end very badly, or very good, depending on your perspective. Sam felt Spike trail his hands across his shoulders before slowly sliding down to his arms to pull his hands away from Spikes hips. Seconds later however the confusion gave away as the techie grabbed the hem of his black shirt pulling it over his head.
Spike stepped forward again, throwing the shirt in his hands to the ground before pressing Sam into the arm of the couch, the back of his snipers legs hitting it. Breaking the kiss the Italian trailed his lips down the side of his boyfriend’s neck, biting lightly not allowed to leave the marks he wanted. Slowly Spike drew the blondes’ hands behind his back but Sam stiffened, freezing before his wrists touched.
“Wha- what are you doing?” Sam gasped breathlessly his eyes wide.
“Soon; hopefully you.” Was his only reply, as Spike caught bruised lips once more. Grabbing the belt that had been laying across the back of the couch when he finally managed to draw the blonde’s wrists together, Spike wrapped it around Sam’s wrists tightly.
Muffled protests turned into gasps of pleasure as Spike let go of his arms to trail his hands across Sams’ body. Deciding to fight fire with fire the sniper let his tongue delve into the hot mouth on his as he struggled to free his hands, twisting and tugging on the belt that held them together.
When air became much more then a need the two men broke apart and Spike’s grin only grew as he trailed his own free hands across the blonde taunt muscles, enjoying the little hitch in Sam’s breath when he pulled on his jeans . He felt the sniper below him growl as his bonds refused to give. “You know you won’t be able to get it off.” Spike whispered coyly leaning forward, loving how Sam was stuck in his trap.
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Spike
Word Count: 400
Rating: M
Prompt: #21 Trap
Warning: Slashy goodness, Sexual implications
Spoilers: None
Summary: ‘He felt the sniper below him growl as his bonds refused to give.’
Disclaimer: Don’t own flashpoint… If I did… well… the world would end.
Authors Note: Just because I love the idea of a very forward Spike… -drools- taking advantage of poor Sammy.
Spike smiled running his fingers into short blonde hair, gently tugging the younger man into a breath taking kiss. He could feel Sam’s body relax beneath his fingers and with an inward smirk the techie pressed forward deepening the kiss.
The blonde man broke apart for a moment, confused blue eyes meeting brown and Sam felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. Spike had that look in his eyes. It was the look that meant the current situation could end very badly, or very good, depending on your perspective. Sam felt Spike trail his hands across his shoulders before slowly sliding down to his arms to pull his hands away from Spikes hips. Seconds later however the confusion gave away as the techie grabbed the hem of his black shirt pulling it over his head.
Spike stepped forward again, throwing the shirt in his hands to the ground before pressing Sam into the arm of the couch, the back of his snipers legs hitting it. Breaking the kiss the Italian trailed his lips down the side of his boyfriend’s neck, biting lightly not allowed to leave the marks he wanted. Slowly Spike drew the blondes’ hands behind his back but Sam stiffened, freezing before his wrists touched.
“Wha- what are you doing?” Sam gasped breathlessly his eyes wide.
“Soon; hopefully you.” Was his only reply, as Spike caught bruised lips once more. Grabbing the belt that had been laying across the back of the couch when he finally managed to draw the blonde’s wrists together, Spike wrapped it around Sam’s wrists tightly.
Muffled protests turned into gasps of pleasure as Spike let go of his arms to trail his hands across Sams’ body. Deciding to fight fire with fire the sniper let his tongue delve into the hot mouth on his as he struggled to free his hands, twisting and tugging on the belt that held them together.
When air became much more then a need the two men broke apart and Spike’s grin only grew as he trailed his own free hands across the blonde taunt muscles, enjoying the little hitch in Sam’s breath when he pulled on his jeans . He felt the sniper below him growl as his bonds refused to give. “You know you won’t be able to get it off.” Spike whispered coyly leaning forward, loving how Sam was stuck in his trap.