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Eleven drabbles written for slashthedrabble prompt 220 Open
Open-Hearted
Xander throws himself into relationships the same way he throws himself into fights, all fearless enthusiasm and no sense of self-preservation. He never holds back; never stops to think things through, and once he loves someone, he never stops.
They're all still there inside his heart, everyone who's ever touched him; he's never quite worked out how to let them go. And now Spike's in there too, he slipped in without Xander really noticing.
It's too late for him to turn away, all he can do is hang on tight, and pray that Spike will learn to love him back.
He'd always thought the demon bint was kidding, thought she'd made up stories just to embarrass the boy in front of his friends. Turns out that Anya's tales had all been true, if anything she'd held back quite a bit.
Xander's a true sensualist, willing to try everything Spike asks him to. It's amazing to see the way he sinks into each new sensation, how his eyes light up with each suggestion Spike makes.
Nothing shocks him, there's nothing he won't try at least once. He indulges every dirty kink Spike has, and offers up his own like a gift.
Xander's beautiful like this, head down and arse up, submissive and wanton, like every filthy fantasy Spike's ever had. He moans into the covers when Spike finally touches him; pushes back against Spike's hand, begging silently for more.
They've quite a collection of toys; a whole box full of paddles and chains, but nothing thrills Spike more than this. When Xander holds himself still without restraints, when flesh cracks down hard on flesh.
He loves the way the Xander's arse turns pinker with each smack he lays down, and how his fingerprints show up on Xander's skin like a brand.
Open up, the words are whispered against his lips. And he wants to, he really does, he's just not sure if he can. Spike's already got four fingers buried in his ass and he's not certain he can take any more. He's stretched painfully wide already; and he doesn't think they're going to be able to do this.
Open up, Spike folds in his thumb, pushes the rest of his hand inside and starts to move. Spike's knuckles are dragging against Xander's prostate with each slow thrust. He's wide open, lost in pleasure and pain, completely at Spike's non-existent mercy.
Nobody knows about them, it's not that they're ashamed; more like neither of them is ready to share just yet. They've not really talked about it, never said where this is going, and Spike still half expects Xander to walk away.
He's seen the worried looks and hidden stares.. Noticed the way the Watcher's taken to pairing them up on patrol most nights. How the Slayer hasn't threatened him in months, and the Witch watches his every move.
He knows they suspect, but as long as they don't know, he can enjoy what they've got without worrying about the future.
Xander can't believe he let Spike talk him into this. He's buck-naked, bent over a gravestone in the middle of a cemetery, with Spike's face buried in his ass.
Spike's tongue is licking him open, thrusting and wriggling, eating him out. Xander's achingly hard, humping back onto Spike's tongue, desperate for more. Anyone could see them, the girls are patrolling near here, but Xander's too far gone to care.
Spike goes deeper, harder, and finally hits Xander's prostate, licking over it again and again. That's all it takes, and Xander screams as he comes harder than he ever has before.
The boy's pathetically easy to read. Every emotion he has is written on his face for anyone to see. But lately Spike's starting to believe; that he's the only one who bothers to look.
The others don't seem to notice how he shuts down every time they make another dismissive remark; how his eyes shine with pain when they say he's not needed. Or how he radiates joy whenever someone pays him a little attention.
No wonder it'd been so easy for Spike to worm his way into the boy's heart, He was the only one who bothered to try.
His friends would never understand why he does this, he's not entirely sure he does himself. Spike doesn't need this; he can survive just fine on the blood supply they've gotten from the hospital.
He doesn't need it, but he wants it, Xander can tell by the way his eyes shine bright with lust whenever Xander pulls the knife from the drawer. The way his gaze tracks the thin line of blood as it appears, the way he begs and moans as he licks up every drop. How he kisses Xander afterwards, like he's thanking him for a treasured gift.
Xander's given Spike everything, his body and his heart; Spike knows him better than anyone. Knows how to make him laugh or cry, how to make him scream with pleasure or beg for mercy.
He's not capable of hiding anything from his lover, not anymore. But Spike's different, he hides everything; shuts his emotions behind a wall of swagger, so that Xander never knows how he really feels.
It's painful and frustrating, sometimes Spike treats Xander like he's the love of his life, others like he's nothing but a convenient fuck, and he's too afraid to ask which is real.
Anyone who's spent more than a few minutes with Xander knows he's got a bit of an oral fixation. How he sucks on pens and candies, licking and biting, like he just can't bear for his mouth to be empty.
Nobody else gets to reap the rewards of his obsession quite like Spike does. It's pure heaven, when Xander sinks to his knees. The way he sucks Spike's cock deep into his throat, like he's never even heard of a gag reflex. How he swallows Spike's come, chasing down every last drop with his tongue, like he can't get enough.Xander knows Spike wants him. Knows that Spike loves his body, loves that Xander will let him do anything he wants, will beg and scream and bleed anytime Spike asks him to. He just doesn't know if Spike will ever love him, the way that he loves Spike.
Spike hates this, feeling uncertain and vulnerable all the time. He knows Xander lusts after him, knows the boy loves the way Spike can make him fall apart and beg for more. But it isn't enough, Spike's always been Love's Bitch, and he can't stop wishing that Xander would love him back.
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