Drabble for lit-gal

Posted by Stella Omega on Nov 7, 2008 in Bijoux, drabble |

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Fandom; lit-gal BTVS AU titled “Kin Of The Heart.”
pairing; Spike/Angel/Xander
warnings– oh come on, I wrote it after all! No ropes or whips; a soupçon of shmoop perhaps.

100 words of Kin– times six…



Xander;

Whatever Xander was expecting, it probably wasn’t this; Not seeing Spike, whimpering desperately between huge gasping breaths of air, crouched on his elbows with his hands clenched into the bedclothes.

Spike’s spine curved lewdly, he flickered from gameface to unfocussed blue eyes, intent and needy; Xander wasn’t expecting that.

He wasn’t expecting the sudden upwelling of comfort, along with lust, at the sight of his family in Angel’s bed.

And he really wasn’t expecting the way the big vamp curled over Spike, wrapping him in powerful arms, rocking slow and hard into him, murmuring; “My boy, my beauty. My boy.”



Angel;

Spike, randy, was Spike, brawling; not this sweet wanton, begging “Please Sire. Need you in me.” Twisting out of his jeans, Spike shimmered like pearls and moved like whipcord, whimpered his need to be taken. Angelus rumbled unpracticed endearments to his childe, drove in slow and tender.

Movement at the door made him look up. Xander’s expression silenced Angel’s horrified apology; he leaned against the doorframe, a fully grown man. His drifting scent spoke of love, lust, happiness.

Xander walked to the bedside, unbuttoning his shirt. His hand was exquisitely warm on Angel’s sweaty shoulder. “Hey,” he said; “I’m home.”



Spike;

The best shaggin’ of his unlife; Spike was just about witless with his Sire’s cock igniting fire up his spine. Angelus was purring against his back, sayin’ things Spike had never heard him say before. And Xan stumblin’ in for an eyeful, right on schedual. Spike was bloody tired of waitin’ for Angel to claim Xander properly; the boy was gonna have ta demand his due from the head of the clan. Spike tilted his head, inviting the boy closer.

Xander came into the room. His scent— family-familiar, yet-untasted, new-laced with lust — pushed Spike into crashing orgasm.



Spike;

Strong fingers clutched his hair in a painful grip. Spike grunted, but couldn’t do much more; all his attention was focused on the heated flesh that he’d pulled into his mouth, the sweet-salt juices, the satin-and-steel thighs that closed around his shoulders and held him in place. He laid his tongue hard against the girl’s clitoris and made a suctioning hollow out of it; she stopped breathing for a long, shuddering, pulsing moment.

“Could do you better if you untied my hands, love,” he suggested.

“Not a chance babe,” Faith purred, and rolled him onto his back.



Faith;

She looked down at the man between her thighs. The demon’s face was relaxed, dazed, blissed out. His lean stomach was stretched tight, his chest arched up over his bound arms. Faith rocked forward and back just once, and yellow eyes shot open.

A lascivious grin; “You haven’t bloody had enough yet, woman?” Spike demanded. He began moving under her, sleek cock running perfectly over her g-spot.

Oh, not nearly enough. So good to have a partner who could keep up, in a bed or a fight. So good to know who, exactly, she was. So good to be home.



Faith, Xander;

No way,” Faith said, “Spike’s under me, you’re under me.”

“Oh yeah?” Xander smiled, and prowled closer. When had he become so graceful? Faith stood her ground. “I know you got Slayer strength and all that, but I’ve got something you need.”

“Fuck you, what’ve you got that I need?” she laughed, and felt his strong arms go around her.

“I’ve got the softest mattress,” Xander whispered, and backed her onto it. He landed on top of her, nuzzling against her breasts, his cock hard and heavy against her hip. “Under is good, isn’t it? I love it.”

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