meretrix (laisserais) wrote in bloodclaim,

Steps Ch. 1

Author: madame_meretrix
Title: Steps
Chapter: 1/probably 10
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: yes, please
Concrit: however’s easiest- comment or email
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I intend them any harm.
Warnings/Squicks: undertones (overtones?) of D/s, allusions to S/A
Summary: Post-NFA/Chosen, Spike carries the weight of the world, and he finds someone to, um, lean on.
Notes: explicit descriptions of sex, bad language, people being mean, deep angst, potentially no resolution; probably not a happy ending.
Beta(s): don't have one yet. will you be my beta?

“Oh fuck.”

If this were a porno, this would be the shot they’d put on the box. Xander cants his hips up a little bit more, his spine already in a tight “C”. Spike rams in again. No limbs are blocking this view. Their bodies are touching in only one place.

“Ch…Christ. Uh.” Spike jackhammers down into Xander’s willing body. Harder, faster, so brutally it almost looks like punishment.

Xander doesn’t seem to mind.

He urges Spike on, stripping his own cock so fast his hand is a blur.

“Yes, fuck. Yes. Just…lu…oooh..fuck I’m gonna…” Xander’s body seizes up and freezes, his face a flushed rictus of intensity. No breathing, no seeming movement at all. But Spike can feel it. Inside Xander’s clenching and twisting and pulling him over the edge.

Xander sucks in a deep breath; tries to slow down his racing heart.

Spike rolls off, sits up, strips the condom off and knots it. Runs a hand through his hair and down his chest. He gets up slowly and ambles into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Not a word is said between them. Again.


Spike comes out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of steam. He’s clean and damp and dressed. Without making eye contact he grabs his keys and heads to the door. He wants to just leave. No words. No sharing. He wants to leave and not ever come back here. He knows that he will, though. Knows he’ll need this again eventually. And he knows that Xander knows. No sense in pissing him off. He’ll just have to deal with the fallout next time.

“I better…he’ll be expectin’ me.”

“Yeah. You should. I’ll see ya.”

Spike spares a furtive glance at the bed. Xander hasn’t moved. He’s sprawled out on the bare mattress, all the sheets having been shoved off in their haste.

Spike blinks, clutches his keys, and walks out the door.

This is my very first fic. I am extremely nervous. I've been a longtime lurker, but have not had the confidence before now to comment anywhere or post anything. I feel that now that I've gotten something out there, it'll get easier. It will, won't it?
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