Title: Light My Fire
Feedback: Suit yourself, just no permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: fire kink
Summary: Umm, don't have one really, it's a silly little drabble that came about because of an IM conversation Mys had with kitty_alex- and yes dear it's for you! *G*
It felt like cool satin beneath his fingertips, the sensation sending tingles throughout his body. Smoothly, he exposed the treasure concealed underneath, flicking a rigid nub with his thumb. Instantly springing to attention, emitting a pale almost blinding otherworldly glow, it was hard to believe some called this a lifeless thing. As he continued to caress the cool, comforting skin, he marvelled at the paradox of power and weakness, of tenderness and aggression,, of life and death all contained in such a sleek compact package. He was transfixed, eyes caught in the ice blue fire before him, still he couldn’t help but notice his breath becoming more and more ragged as the body in his hands responded to his every heated breath.
“Xan, you seen m’ lighter, pet?”
Jumping, he closed the shiny silver box, cupping it in his hand. “Uh, wha… Zippo… no… sorry… Ow!”
“You sure, luv?” The vampire asked taking the boy’s now burnt hand into his and removing the still hot metal. “Haven’t seen it, at all?” He murmured before licking and stroking the boy’s burn. “Too bad, was thinking we could play some… got those candles you like and everything…”
Xander’s eyes rolled back and his knees felt like jelly- only he would have a flamage fetish and a evil undead vampire boyfriend who knew just how and when to use it.