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Blacklust: Demon Hunter	By : BurneHazard Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Fiction Title:
Blacklust: Demon Hunter

Rating: PG for now

Fandom: Buffy; The Vampire Slayer

Pairings: Guess...this is a Marty
Stue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of
these characters but for myself, aka Raven and parents so I am only borrowing
the rest. No
stealing/borrowing/kidnapping me for any reason without forewarning and request
of my permission, understood? I am
having non-profit fun is all...or attempting to. Oh, and this Spike has no bloody chip in his
head. That whole thing and loving Buffy made
me loose all interest in the shows in the first place. Bloody wankers.

Note: I am going to screw with
Spike...he is going to have a soul (I have not seen all seasons of Buffy but
have read summaries and am just twisting things around) much like Angel that
was simply buried by the demon possessing him...and has been gone since first
born as a vampire. Also, be ready for a
bit of confusion here toward the end.

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Blacklust: Demon Hunter

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Spike had
not thought that the Raven guy Willow and Xander had
been so protective of would actually have responded to the note one of his
little human pets conveniently placed in the boy's locker at the high
school. Furthermore, he had not expected
this to go off so easily. Granted, due
to his chip-less state, he chose to play the good vampire with the Scoobies and Slayer to remain free unlike most other
vampires, thus he did not intend any harm to Raven.

What truly
surprised him however was the hot body in his arms. Raven, if this truly was him and he had the
scent of the lead Scooby-clown on him even if faintly, had not reacted like
other "victims" did. True, the
youth had tensed, entire body almost screaming "SHIT" but then he
relaxed at the sound of the voice. Now,
the blond vampire held a very warm yet very solid young man tightly against his
chest with hips pressing against a nicely formed ass in nothing but skin-tight
leather.

"Curious
game you are entering into, luv."

Instead of
answering, Raven shifted and Spike found himself catching his breath on
instinct even if he had been dead for over a century. That tight ass was rubbing at just the right
spot to send a jolt of pleasure through him, sending what blood he had directly
down to the heated friction. He had to
release that slender throat or risk crushing it. Yet rather than cry out or speak, Raven
shifted and twisted like a snake in Spike's steel-tight grip to face him.

Stormy
blue-gray eyes pierced the vampire's nearly indigo gaze. Both seemed frozen like that for a long
moment. Despite himself however, Spike
was inhaling. Raven was close enough
that he could drown in the scents. What
captured his attention was one particular scent that he had thought he would
never be able to smell again. Raven
smelled like crab apples, sun-baked crab apples with their unique tart-sweet
scent that could make your mouth water even if you knew not the cause.

To Spike,
it was one of the only memories that he had clung onto even with the demon
taking him and crushing the human soul of William into submission. That very scent was what he remembered as the
sun...summer. In that instant, the demon
lost its hold as the human soul returned, pushing its former beast away
fully. The indigo eyes shimmered faintly
in the dim light as he lips parted to attempt to say something.

Raven
leaned in and captured his mouth before he could utter a single sound. Shocked, Spike's--no, William's--grip
slackened for a split second. It was
enough for the dark-haired young man to free his arms and reach up to grasp the
vampire's head, pulling him into the kiss as his other arm wound about the cool
waist. Then, William forgot to think and
fell into the searing sensation of those lips, alive and burning his own.

A demanding
tongue dared breach his mouth, and all Will could do was moan as it seared its
way deeper. Reacting suddenly, his arms
closed about Raven once more as he brought his teeth together, capturing the
thrusting brand and stroking it with his own slightly rough length. Throat working, he suckled, starved for the
heat and taste just as much as every single contact. Raven apparently was only too happy to oblige
as their mouths warred together, flesh crushing flesh.

The wall
hit Will's back before he was aware of it and he grunted faintly in surprise,
eyes opening. But Raven just tilted his
head and found another spot in the other man's mouth that made a moan rise and
his guard drop again. Pale hands were
busy, agile fingers stroking the bleached platinum-gold hair and roughly
jerking the button-down shirt free of Will's pants, popping buttons out of
holes to bare his chest. The sudden wash
of heat from naked flesh made the vampire growl hungrily as there was only the
flimsy satin between them, transmitting the body heat.

William
managed to gather himself enough to break back with a gasp and stare at the
young man who had gone from possible prey to certain aggressor. But Raven never did stop moving as both hands
pushed the black leather jacket and crimson shirt the blond wore open and away
to bare his upper body to more of that delicious living contact. That stormy blue gaze rose once more, so
intense that for a moment, the vampire's heart actually beat rapidly against
his ribs before stilling.

"I'm
going to fuck you..." came a throaty, rumbling tone that seemed to promise
pain and pleasure at once.

It sent
another thrill down straight to his already hard cock as Will swallowed, tongue
running over his lips in a purely human motion.
Raven watched, something dark and feral in his gaze even as those pale
hands suddenly caught that growing arousal where it was confined by William's
own leather pants, stealing the breath he had taken to speak. Gasping, the blond leered darkly, regaining
some control once the shock wore down a bit.

"And
who said you'd be the one doing the fucking, mate?"

The two
just stared at one another, the intensity between their shifting eyes was like
a fire in the air. And then Raven
grinned...very, very...slowly.

"Who
said you'd have the choice?"

Hands were
working him, making it hard for William to think straight. Then again, how could one think straight
when in a situation like that? Maybe it
was the heat along with those hands, the dark leer, the boiling lust in those
eyes...but William found himself surrendering the point enough to agree that
one of them was going to be fucked.

"Good
boy."

Neither
Raven or William really cared who pulled who into the shadows and out of public
sight into the alley. Anyone who
happened to be foolish enough to take the short-cut ignored it as it was just a
couple of people having a quick, fun time.
No one stopped. No one was
killed...even if the cries sounding through the night may have given that
impression.

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Xander shifted a bit, lying back on his bed and just
staring up at the slowly-turning form of the Dream Catcher. It did not really fit in with the other stuff
in his room, but it was all he really saw while lying on his back. In the faint light, it seemed rather black
and almost menacing. Then again, it was
mostly his own imagination. And speaking
of which, thoughts of the very one who gave him the gift were moving through
his mind even as one hand wandered down along his body.

It really
was not his intention to start that, but before Xander
knew it, his hand had stroked his cock into hardness just by thinking of the
long-haired, Gothic guy. Normally, Cordelia was the one in his mind when he pleasured
himself. Xander
really did not know why the strange guy that wore makeup and left his hair long
like a girl's and moved with such inhuman grace was the only one on his mind as
his hands pumped along the hot length.

The mere
whisper of Raven's voice plagued him and he thrust harder into his own hands,
moaning and biting his lower lip. And
even the memory of that cool hand on his shoulder made him shiver with need,
the way those fingers had danced over his locker, the faint brush of fingers at
lunch when they were on the lawn...the thought of leaning forward and capturing
those black lips, tasting the lipstick before the flesh.

He had
gotten to the point where Raven was pushing him down to climb on top when he
tensed and came, muffling his cry by biting his lip harder. Gasping as the sensation faded enough for him
to think more clearly, Xander just stared up at the
hanging Dream Catcher for a moment.
Cleaning himself off with tissues, he remembered what Raven had said
about it.

"This
one was made for you, it should bring you only the sorts of dreams you desire
above all else. If you have even one
nightmare or uncomfortable dream, tell me."

That was
all fine and dandy, but would it give him dreams of Raven? Xander blushed
despite the lingering flush of heat to his cheeks and face. Okay, so things may have gotten a tad out of
hand somehow. His attraction to the
strange youth, the need and longing to have the touches bestowed on his locker
(the lucky thing), to listen to that voice speaking to him, Raven doing things to
him.

"Xander, sometimes you give me cause to doubt myself. Stupid..."

Turning
over, he grabbed the covers and yanked them up, slamming his head down into the
pillow and telling himself to drop it and just go to sleep. It took a while as his mind was still playing
over a fantasy of Raven walking down the hall toward him during school, a faint
smirk upon those painted lips; and just when he was going to pass Xander, he suddenly turned to grab Xander's
shirt and push him back against the locker to kiss him, grinding their hips
together in the empty hall.

Shit...sleep,
Xander!

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Xander covered a yawn with one hand as he gave his locker a
glare. It was again jammed though he
hadn't kicked it once. Nope, he had
tried to figure out where it was bent, his mind turning over a previously
struck spot and trying to find it.
Something caught his attention though, a sense of not being alone. Turning his head, he looked up the hall then
down it. That was when he saw him...and
froze.

Raven was
walking along as smoothly and silently as ever.
But he looked somehow different.
Instead of the black jeans he wore black leather pants that were so
tight they left nearly nothing to the imagination. The heavy black combat boots were replaced by
black moccasin-like boots of rough yet soft-looking hide. No shirt what so ever, just a jacket of hide
like the moccasins that was cut to remain open over his chest. Leather was worked over the surface in
patterns of birds if Xander saw correctly.

A thick
fall of fringe danced along the back line of Raven's arms, rippling faintly
like he had wings. It also danced along
the chest and bottom of the jacket, likely on the back as well. His hair was flowing freely as usual though
there were two white feathers caught in a single braided lock of hair, dancing
over one shoulder. Raven's skin was as
pale tan as always and matched the white feathers while his eyes...his eyes
were no longer a hard, cool hazel but a smoky, burning blue against the lines
of thick black kohl and eye shadow.

Wow...talk
about a Gothic meets Native American...Snyder's going to flip over that.

But as
Raven approached, the leather pack over one shoulder as usual, Xander noticed that the burning gaze was focused directly
at him. Mouth going dry, he gulped an
instant before the dark guy turned on the ball of one foot to almost lunge at
him. Falling back on instinct, Xander's back hit the cold metal of the lockers at the same
instant the leather bag fell off Raven's shoulder to hit the floor, spilling
books, papers and pens everywhere. Xander barely even noted the appearance of the Crest Book.

Then
Raven's mouth was on his, a hot tongue forcing its way past his lips and deep
into Xander's own mouth. Releasing a muffled sound as his head hit the
lockers under the merciless crush of flesh, his arms moved up around the
slender form on instinct, ready to shove him back at first but pausing. That pause cost him his sanity as that tongue
began stroking the inside of his mouth, nudging and twisting, wrestling his
down into submission with ruthless abandon.

Hands,
almost cold, slid down along his sides, pulling his shirt up with sharp
jerks. Cold metal met his bared back,
causing Xander to "mrph!"
and arch away, directly against a warm, hard body. Raven's hands replaced the lockers with his
own icy touch. Shivering, Xander moaned as those creeping fingers found their way up
along his back to his shoulders. That
mouth was still devouring his, the waxy-ish taste of
lipstick only enhancing the taste of the flesh branding him.

Pain
snapped him into even sharper awareness as Raven's fingernails raked down his
back in a sharp motion, hitting the waist of his pants. Trying to break back, Xander
found himself trapped against the lockers and shivering with the sudden burning
rush of sensation. He had never been one
for the whole pain is pleasure stuff, though you did kinda get used to it when
helping the Slayer, none of it had ever felt good...maybe helped something
inside hurt less, but...this was different.

At last, he
was allowed to breathe, gasping for stolen air as Raven broke the kiss. Xander only managed
to catch that burning gaze for a moment before he was suddenly blindfolded by
his own shirt. Where the fuck is
Snyder? Is everyone just standing around
ignoring this--oooh!

That
punishing mouth had found one hard nub of flesh and sharp teeth were abusing it
with hard bites around it before nuzzling.
A searing tongue was tracing over the aroused nub even as leather
sheathed hips ground hard against his own denim-clad ones, crushing the still
hardening need hard against Xander and causing him to
gasp. But even as he struggled to try
and get his shirt down, his arms were pushed up over his head and the shirt
tugged up...and tangled around them, trapping him fully.

"Ah,
Raven....c'mon, this isn't really...ahh, no, not
really the place for thii--IS."

Not
listening, Raven was nipping and kissing a trail down. Xander could not
move his arms or upper body much as it felt as if something was still holding
his shirt tight about his head, keeping him there. But both Raven's warming hands were caressing
his ribs, trailing down his sides to his hips.
And a searing breath burned through his jeans to reach his cock, making
his hips jerk toward the heat. He
encountered the sharp scrape of teeth against denim, only adding more friction.

"Look,
I'm...mmn...not really into thi...the,
ahh...not
there...wholepainispleasuredealandthisreallyisn'tthetypeofthingtodointhehalls!"

He felt the
grate of the zipper sliding down a moment before there was a pop and his jeans
slipped. A wet heat found his
slightly-freed arousal and he almost slammed his head back against the locker
with a moan, thrusting toward the nibbling mouth resting against his boxers as
his knees trembled, weakening. Ohgofohgod...Raven's...this is actually
Raven...and...damnhe'sgood!

The boxers
slid down and let a rush of cool air sweep across him. Those semi-warm hands moved his pants down,
pushing them about his ankles. For a
single moment, Xander had an image of himself flash
through his mind, shirt tangled up over his head and arms, pants around his
ankles, nude with a form in black kneeling before him. Forgetting all about the fact this was
school, he lost himself as a hot, moist heat engulfed him.

Rough, a
tongue lapped over the head, teasing the glans and
running along the slit before swirling beneath, tracing a trail down as Raven
took him deeper. Abandoning all reason, Xander just thrust toward that working mouth. Sharp fingernails dun hard into his hips,
sending jagged bolts of pain shooting through him and only making his body that
much more sensitive to the smooth metal of lockers, the faintly rough stretch
of his shirt, the mouth working him over, the rough catch of denim against his
ankles.

At the
first swallow and pulling suckle from a working throat, he jerked, almost
falling over the edge before Raven drew back then slid back down and swallowed
him into that working sheath, swallowing around him. When that happened, Xander
cried out and came hard, but the mouth was gone before it happened. A now-heated hand fell to grasp his cock,
stroking him surely through every pulsing spurt until finally drained.

Gasping, Xander just slumped there against the lockers as the hand
left him. There was a tug and arms in soft
suede encircled him, pulling him away from the lockers. His eyes were closed, that had been...well,
give his brain a few hours and he might be able to explain it. Barely noticing the fact the shirt was gone,
as were his pants, boxers, socks and jeans, he just rested against the strong
form holding him.

When the
world tilted, he shook himself enough to open his eyes. Raven was there, fully clothed, and now
holding him in his arms like a child...or, er, a
damsel in distress part of his drifting mind supplied. He realized then that he was naked,
completely. Flushing in embarrassment,
he curled up. It occurred to him that he
should be trying to get free and get his clothes, but, hell, this was
okay...not like anyone was around to see them anyway.

The silken
kiss of cool sheets made Xander look down. Raven was very gently laying him down upon a
large four-poster bed with black silk sheets and deep black blankets that felt
almost plush. Shifting a little, he could
not help the sudden shiver of pleasure from just feeling the liquid shift of
the sheets. When Xander
started to speak, Raven rested one finger upon his kiss-bruised and sensitized
lips to keep him silent.

Only then
did Xander realize Raven had stripped when he had
been momentarily distracted. The pale
form was...well, impressive. Xander saw toned muscles defined to a point that would
normally make him jealous, yet only seemed to fit the steely-slender power
Raven embodied. The black tattoo was
visible high on the right shoulder, but there was another on Raven's left hip
that Xander could not see clearly enough to identify
it. What he did see however made him
slightly uneasy and made his mouth water.
Raven was...well, about as nicely endowed as he could be.

Like a
panther, the dark-haired youth slid onto the bed, moving on hands and knees
toward him. Xander
slithered back a little, giving him room then freezing with a hot hand fell
onto his ankle, gripping gently, fingertips moving in slow circles, beginning
to creep up along his leg. Even as Xander began to slowly melt under the gradual attentions,
Raven was trailing light kisses up along his thighs. Moving over him, that curtain of long black
hair fell over his shoulders, spilling down to tickle over the bared flesh of
the form stretched beneath.

Their lips
met once more in a less feverish crush of sweet flesh. Xander dared
attempt to seek entry into Raven's mouth only to find himself caught by sharp
teeth as his tongue was abused by the rough heat within. He couldn't care less as his arms began to
rise around Raven only to have his wrists captured and pinned down to the
bed. Moaning as his slowly awakening
length was brushed by a hard heat, he bucked up to grind against Raven's hips,
loosing himself far more easily.

When the
kiss finally broke to leave him gasping for breath once more, Raven was already
starting to work his way down along Xander's
chest. The burning lines coming from
harshly scratching claws no longer made Xander jerk
in surprise, merely moan at the fire spreading through him, making his
heartbeat race and that coiling knot of white fire tumbling inside burn
hotter. Every bite and pinch fueled the
fires, and Xander surrendered to it with every rise
of pleasure.

A slick
finger thrust into him without warning and made him cry out. Something dark seemed to form in his mind and
rather than pull away, he thrust back against it, rocking hard in some attempt
to take control. With eyes closed, he
did not see the twisted grin form across Raven's lips as he toyed with the tight
ass. Xander
was so awash in sensations, he barely even knew when Raven rolled him onto one
side and slid into place behind him, spooning against his back.

Sharp teeth
sank into his throat and he jerked back to his senses for a moment, but there
was no breaking of flesh and no fangs.
Well, no vampire fangs at least.
Moaning, Xander twisted to offer his throat to
the suckling heat abusing him. Eyes
partially open, he found that he was looking at himself in a mirror on the wall
spanning the full length of the bed.
Hands lighter than his own slightly uneven tan were stroking along his
body, a fall of long ebon hair concealed the face he knew was Raven.

Moaning as
a shiver passed through him, he found himself riveted to the mirror. Raven's hand crept down along Xander's top leg, gently gripping at the knee and bending,
guiding his legs apart and the top one up so that he had his knee bent slightly
and foot resting on the bed. It left him
open...and able to see the two fingers slowly pushing into him. The sight was erotic and had Xander falling back into that mindless world of sensation
once more.

Gradually,
he was opened, stretched with those two fingers then three, that spot inside
brushed lightly yet enough to make him cry out with raging need, cock hard once
more. Raven's free hand continued to
wander over his body, finding places he never knew could be used to send sparks
of pleasure through him. At last, Raven
slid his arm under Xander's bent knee to hold it up,
parting him fully to begin sliding into the hot body.

Xander might have been dead and in heaven for all he
knew. Watching the hard, velvet sheathed
steel sliding into his body, feeling himself opening and filling slowly in
rocking thrusts reduced him to a trembling mass of pure need. Eyes open yet not always able to see the
mirror, he thrust back as the dark haired man worked him in hard, filling
strokes. Clawing at the covers, Xander tried to find something to hold onto before reaching
back to grasp that tattooed hip in one hand, the pillow under his own head
clenched in the other fist.

It was
becoming better too, though Xander was far too high
to even wonder how. Every pounding
stroke through him, every teasing pump of the hand grasping his cock was
pushing him toward that last great edge.
Whispers were drifting through the room, cold and heated hands daring
brush over his body and tease the sweat slicking his skin, sensations he had
never dreamed of before poured through him with the pure abandon of such a
delicious sin.

"Alexander..."

His name
fell from the air, his eyes opened to see Raven's head rising, black lips
visible between curtains of black hair, parting to form the syllables,
reflected in the mirror.

"...LaVelle..."

A tighter
grip on his straining cock and that spot inside was struck hard enough to make
him nearly black out as the fire consuming him exploded outward through his
veins and he screamed his completion.

"...Harrissss."

The sound
from Xander's throat blocked out the hiss of fire
burning into flesh as he thrashed in the burning arms embracing him...blocked
out the sudden shattering of the mirror as a great black sword seemed to leap
forward from behind it. The blade
skewered Xander's reflection through the heart as
Raven's eyes came into view from behind his hair. A yellow eye with cracks lancing through it
while it shattered stared at him with something in it that sent him spiraling
down into darkness even as he felt the molten liquid from his lover's release
filling him.
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