Parts: 11 - 12
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~Part: 11~
The guestroom was nice; well it was a hell of a lot better than the inn by a long shot. It held a queen size bed, small TV, and private bathroom with a tub and shower. What more could a boy ask for, Spike thought.
Stripping off his clothes, Spike tossed them on the chair next to the small fireplace and headed into the bathroom. Yawning he stretched then turned on the water testing it until he got just the perfect temperature.
Grabbing a washcloth from the towel rack he hopped into the shower and grabbed the bottle of body gel on the shelf. As he sang to himself he lathered and scrubbed his body trying to ignore the ache between his thighs. Liam was killing him slowly with the entire waiting game. Quick visit with Rosie and her sisters wouldn't hurt, he thought, and lathered his hand up.
Actually, it was quicker than he expected as he stood beneath the warm water, his body tensing as he came with a grunt. Rinsing himself off he turned off the water and grabbed the bath towel from the rack, scrubbed his hair, then wrapped the towel around his hips.
Padding back into the bedroom he flipped on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead. He wandered around the room taking in the antiques that decorated the small bookshelf and thumbing through the titles. Finally he pulled out a volume of 19th century poetry and wandered back to the bed. Dropping the book on the nightstand he dried off the rest of the way and retrieved his pants from the chair pulling them on then padded back to the bed. Pulling back the covers he slid beneath them, grabbed the book, and began flipping through the pages. With a soft sigh, he snuggled into the pillows as he read. Slowly his eyes began to droop as he turned the pages.
***
Cold.
Musty air thick with dust surrounded him. It was darker than he thought possible.
In the distance, he could hear voices rambling, whispering, and gibbering. It seemed there were hundreds of them pleading and crying. He tried to cover his ears, but his arms were frozen, bound tightly to his body. He swallowed hard his tongue feeling swollen and dry like stale cotton in his mouth.
'He can not help you, David.'
The voice was low and gruff, yet the accent was familiar. English, Spike thought.
'He is mine. Just as you are.'
Soft sobbing echoed in the darkness that surrounded him as he struggled to move, to even breathe. It seemed utterly hopeless and the gibbering voices rose drowning out his thoughts, distracting him from the bondage his body lay in. He was helpless.
'See my dearest David. Even he is aware of his helplessness. You try to speak to them and every time you bring them death. They become mine...just as this one shall.'
Again the sobbing rose, mixing with the eerie voices that bounced against the frail shell of his skull.
'Let me prove it, David. Let me prove that I am God.'
Spike shivered as he searched the blackness for anything, even the slightest glimmer of light, or the smallest movement. His throat tightened as the voices faded to be replaced by the man who had spoken before.
'William...you are mine...come to me...'
'No...'
Gasping Spike felt himself being pulled to his feet in the darkness by a strength he'd not known in a long time. Fear flooded his throat with the raw bitterness of bile.
***
Liam knew he was dreaming.
It was one of those aware dreams. He was painting outside in the grass Drusilla prancing about singing. He was smiling at her as he painted the river that flowed just a few feet ahead of them.
It was odd, Liam thought, he never painted rivers. Well he hadn’t in a long time, nothing as innocent and pretty as a river.
Everything went dark the moment he thought it, everything changing.
Drusilla disappeared, her singing fading into the inky blackness that began to seep from the sky, into the river, and across the land seemingly heading towards him. He dropped everything in his hands and turned slowly, watching as the darkness closed in on all sides.
It was nothing but darkness, cold angry darkness. And through it all he could hear a whisper, a low angry whisper.
'Who are you?’
***
Liam woke with a jerk, fumbling in the darkness, the air quiet and cold.
Why was it so cold, he wondered? And what was that noise?
Pulling the covers from his sweat slicked body Liam slid out of bed his legs unsteady from the dream and walked towards the noise. It seemed to be coming from---SPIKE!
Jerking his bedroom door open, Liam ran across the hall to the guest bedroom. Wrapping his hand around the knob, he jerked it open.
***
Spike was moving through the darkness, stiffly going down. Yeah, he thought, I'm going down stairs. He tried to fight the pull of that voice, filled with such anger and madness.
'William you must not fight it. I am the one who owns them all. David tried to escape, but he could not and neither shall you.'
'No, don't own me...don't...'
'He wants your help just as he wanted the others to help, but he was a fool. He was a fool just like James. James refused me and see what he came, too.'
Images crashed through the darkness at Spike. Horrifying images of a dark-haired man fighting with another whose face seemed blurred. Blood splashing against pristine white sheets as the blade carved in flesh, ripping, and destroying everything in its path. Screams echoed in Spike's ears as he sobbed.
'He took him from me. The little blue-eyed whore.'
The voices began to rise again sobbing, moaning, insane laughter, rising and falling. Spike could feel the blood splashing against his face, but it was cold, icy to the touch as he tried to scream.
'Save me...save me William.'
A softer voice filled with aching grief. A grief so great it entwined him in the arms of madness.
***
As the door opened, Liam was treated to a sight so scary it was beyond reason. Spike's legs were lifted in the air as if someone held them. Spike was himself deep in a frantic horrified sleep, kicking and clawing as if to escape from some invisible assailant.
Liam’s mouth opened releasing a scream of fear both for what he saw and for Spike. "SPIKE!!"
Running across the room, he did the only thing that he could think of---he jumped and landed on Spike. Pushing his legs down he fought whatever was holding them up. He wrapped his arms around Spike, rocking, and whispering in his ear. He needed Spike to hear him, to wake up.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, Spike please, please wake up!! I need you to wake up!!"
***
'He can not help you, William.'
Spike fought against the restraints that held him tight as the dark thing he'd seen in the ruins formed in front of him. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing would come out. He couldn't breathe as the darkness wrapped around his throat. Two harsh hands tightening cutting off his air.
'He learned my wraith just as you shall boy. I showed him what a whore he was. He used his charms to lure my sweet James into sin. Now you shall know the same, William.'
He writhed as he felt his body being forced down, as he felt his legs being forced apart, and then the darkness began to laugh.
'No, you can't have him.'
'Oh, but I can David...I can and I shall. He's just another whore like you were.'
Spike fought with every ounce of his strength, but it didn't seem to matter. He knew what was coming. He knew it all to well and he began screaming. Screaming with a terror, he'd not known since he was sixteen.
***
Liam was terrified now. He had to do something. Spike wasn't waking and the thrashing was only getting worse, much worse, so much worse Liam had to hold Spike so tight his skin was starting to bruise.
"Spike please, please Spike you have ta’ wake up. Please fight, fight, and wake up fer me. Be ‘with’ me now, wake up, and be ‘with’ me. I'm right here."
Lightening rippled outside flashing an eerie silver light across the room and Liam begged with all he had.
"Spike if ye care about me really ‘care’ wake up fer me please? Please wake up."
Spike's eye flew open and he released a soul-shattering scream, his eyes filled with tears as he gasped.
"No, please no...do anything just not that...anything, but that..." he sobbed as he writhed beneath Liam's body, his eyes glazed with tears and sleep. "Please don't hurt...hurt me..."
"Shh, shhh…" Liam whispered, stroking Spike's hair back from his sweat streaked terrified face. Looking down at him his eyes filled with nothing but care and concern. "It's me, it's me Spike."
"...Liam?" Spike blinked as if he weren't sure this was real. "It was here...it was here and...and..." he stuttered, then looked up at Liam with wide eyes. "You saw it...please tell me you saw it." His gaze darted around the dimly lit room as if he were searching for something. "Please...tell me..." he whimpered as Liam continued stroking his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. "It came for..."
"Aye, I saw yer legs up in the air. Like somethin' was holdin' ye, but I dinna’ see any form or face or anythin' But I did see tha' an' it was so fucking scary Spike. Wha' did it come fer? Wha' did it want?"
Shaking his head, tears streaming down his face, Spike swallowed hard. His throat still ached from the thing choking him and he wondered if there were bruises.
"Me," he finally whispered, "...wanted me."
"Well he can't have ye." Liam responded his fingers threading deeper into Spike's hair twining around the strands. "Someone else already does."
Curling into Liam's body, Spike began trembling. He was so cold, he thought, like he was buried in ice. His lips were turning blue now and his breath came out in a cloud. "Cold... it's still here...please Liam...make it go away..." he mumbled as he burrowed into Liam's chest. "'M his...can't have me..."
Liam reached down, pulling the covers up around them reluctant to even get up to walk to the thermostat right beside the door. He tucked all the thick blankets and comforters around them until it was like a mini-tent haven. "There jus' ye an' me alright? No one else jus' ye an' me."
"No one else..." Spike whispered like a frightened child as he curled up in Liam's arms. He continued mumbling softly until his breathing calmed and he drifted into sleep once more.
"No one else." Liam whispered, then kissed Spike's head.
He poked his head from beneath the blankets looking around the still icy room, his breath swirling along the still air.
"Go away." He hissed softly. "Yer not welcome here, GO AWAY!!" Then he ducked back beneath the covers, tightening his arms around Spike.
Whatever had happened, whatever it was Liam hoped it would never happen again. Both for Spike's sake as well as his own.
~Part: 12~
The sound of rain pattering on the windows was the first thing that
drew Spike from the warm embrace of sleep. Just the sound of it reminded
him how full his bladder was.
Grunting he started to roll out of bed when he realized that someone
else was there---in his bed. Blinking he shifted in the iron grip that
held him close and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes went wide when he
saw Liam, his dark hair mussed and his face relaxed in sleep.
Liam's house he was at Liam's house, but how did Liam and he end up together in bed?
The last clear memory he had of last night was of lying down to read for a bit and then---nothing. He shifted again and Liam grunted, but he remained sound asleep. Spike smiled thinking it wasn't that bad waking to Liam's warm arms and his...
Suddenly Spike gasped as he felt something beneath the thicket of blankets. Something he'd felt last night, but this time it was definitely free of it's confines. He swallowed hard and blinked against the weak grey light filtering through the drapes.
"Ummm...Liam?" He whispered. "Liam, luv, let go. I need to take a piss."
A grunt was his only reply as Liam's arms tightened, then released Spike altogether. Liam rolled over, his foot poking from beneath the blanket as he continued snoozing.
Creeping from the bed Spike wandered into the bathroom, relieved himself, flushed, then splashed some cool water on his face. He glanced up at his reflection and noticed what looked like bruises around his throat. He ran his fingers lightly over the skin, then shook his head. Why would he have bruises, he wondered, then looked again, but this time they weren't there.
"Still half asleep, pet." He whispered to his reflection.
Heading back to the bedroom he stopped at the foot of the bed and smiled. Liam lay sprawled across the bed and the blankets had slid down so low as to reveal a fine dusting of dark hair from his navel down that disappeared beneath the blanket. The sharp edge of his hipbones peeked from beneath as well and Spike couldn't help but to admire what he'd seen only clothed before.
With a sigh and a yawn he stepped to his side of the bed, kicking off his pants, and crawled beneath the covers. Yawning again he snuggled back into Liam and whispered softly. "Back, luv." His eyes drifting shut.
Something that sounded like 'welcome back' drifted from Liam's mouth as he tucked his arm around Spike, his nose rubbing in Spike's hair. It was followed by a low groggy. "Smell nice." Then a muffled snore.
Smiling to himself Spike glanced at the clock and saw the time. 5:30. Oh, well, he thought, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Tucking his head into the vee of Liam's throat, Spike sighed and allowed sleep to come once more.
***
Eyes opening slowly, Liam found his face full of blonde hair? Nice smelling platinum blonde hair.
SPIKE!
Lifting his head, he discovered the boy wrapped around him almost completely and looking very comfortable that way. Looking closer it appeared that Liam was just as comfortable as well. His body wrapped around Spike as tightly as Spike was around his. Smiling he pressed his face back into Spike's hair.
The boy's hair really did smell good. He couldn't describe it but it was like a mix of soap, cologne---one he’d smelled once called Cool Water, and beneath it, was the pure male smell. A very nice male musky scent that Liam found himself drawn too. So drawn to that scent, his body moved closer until his cock---
"Spike? Are you awake?"
Oh shit, he thought, he’d run in here naked and just jumped on the boy. The boy who’d been having a nightmare and was totally unaware of his own nakedness. Liam tried to back away slowly hoping he could slip out without waking Spike and not be in such an awkward situation. After all, at least Spike was clothed. Wait, Liam thought as he slid his hand up Spike's leg, Spike had been wearing pants. Now there were no pants.
Liam coughed. "Spike?"
Mumbling Spike curled even tighter into Liam, snuffling softly. "Too early...wanna sleep..."
"Uhmm..." Liam nervously tried not to let Spike touch him anywhere that could---ohhh…god, he thought "SPIKE!!" Liam yelled hysterically. He had to stop this before it got out of hand, he thought, he could only hold back so much.
Rubbing his face in the pillow Spike groaned softly, then shifted, one leg sliding up Liam's. He gradually opened one eye, then the other and yawned. "Liam?"
"Aye." Liam said carefully, almost calmly. Wow he was doing better than he’d imagined, he thought. "You’re not wearing pants an' well I'm not wearing pants an' well we're wrapped around each other with our lack of pants." He groaned, rubbing his face. It hadn’t come out as eloquent as he had hoped.
Trying again Liam murmured. "We're naked an' wrapped in a pretzel around each other.”
Blinking Spike yawned again and rubbed his eyes.
"Ummm...naked...pretzel..." he sighed, then sat up the blankets falling around his waist as he stretched. "Why's that, pet?"
"Huh?" Liam asked in confusion, trying not to watch the muscles playing and bunching in Spike's back, trying not to look any lower than his back.
"Hmmm...that you're here?" Spike shifted so he was facing Liam now his blue eyes glazed with sleep still. "Maybe 'm dreamin'...you shouldn't be here."
"Ye were, ye had, I…" Liam stopped speaking.
Spike didn't seem to remember anything. Not from the way, he was acting right now. He was so scared last night and now he just seemed like he was waking up and nothing was out of the ordinary. Scratching the back of his neck Liam shook his head. "Yer not dreamin' I'm here."
Another huge yawn escaped Spike as he stretched, his muscles rippling beneath his pale skin. "Thought I was dreamin' earlier guess I wasn't. So why are you here?" A look of hopeful confusion played across his wide eyes.
"Temptation became too much." Liam replied. Sure it wasn't the real reason and it could be interrupted as a lie but Liam wasn't about to scare the boy---not if he could avoid it. After all, maybe he was dreaming and all this was a product of that dream and some sleep walking.
"Find that hard to believe." Spike reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand, the blanket sliding just enough to give Liam a glimpse of the smooth pale curve of the top of his ass. "After last night I thought you and I were...well..." Spike settled in lighting a cigarette, "...taking it slow. 'Sides I'm a pretty light sleeper can't quite figure out how you managed to sneak in all quiet like.”
"I'm stealthy." Liam quietly answered, his gaze fixating on that glimpse of pale perfect curving flesh.
A soft snort escaped Spike as he leaned back against the headboard.
He was just now recalling something this morning in the bathroom and he
frowned as he tried to focus. "Something odd happened this morning, Liam."
He exhaled. "Went to the pisser and I swear I..." he trailed off for a
moment, then glanced at Liam shaking his head.
"Never mind you'll think 'm starkers." His free hand drifted up to
rub at his throat.
"Nay…I doubt I would." Liam grabbed a sheet that was hanging half off the bed, scooted to the end, and wrapped it around his waist standing. "But speaking of pissin'. I'm jus' goin' ta’ have me one."
Holding the sheet tightly Liam walked into the bathroom and shut the door, leaning his head back against it. Christ. He could do this just pee and go back to his room. Pee and go back to ‘his’ room. Nodding he decided to drop the sheet, peed, then washed his hands. As he reached for the towel, he heard a noise outside in the bedroom. Without thinking, without even stopping to consider it could just be anything, Liam threw open the door and jumped into the bedroom ready to protect.
Spike turned a look of shock crossing his face as Liam came flying out of the bathroom. He froze as he got his first glimpse of Liam in all his naked glory and he dropped the pants that he'd been getting ready to step into. A gasp of awe slipped from his parted lips. "God...you’re...beautiful
Eyes bugging out of his head Liam’s gaze roamed over Spike's naked body then shifted to his own equally naked body. He groaned. "Shite."
Suddenly Spike burst out laughing, shaking his head as he picked up his pants and tossed them on the chair. "Why are we doin' this, luv? All this fightin' to be decent blokes..." he turned walking blatantly across the room to where Liam stood. "Apparently someone's tryin' to tell us somethin'."
"Tha' we should stop sleepin' naked---maybe?" Liam offered by way of an explanation, even as his body drifted closer to Spike's.
"Naw..." Spike smiled his eyes twinkling with barely suppressed want.
"That maybe we should wake up together like this more often." He lifted
one hand and stroked it up
Liam's neck and through his thick sleep wild hair. Tugging gently,
he whispered two words. "Kiss me."
Liam's mouth slowly moved closer as he whispered. "I thought ye wanted more."
"I do...I want more, but for now I want you." Spike's voice grew husky as he drew Liam even closer. Theirs lips were a breath away as he closed his eyes. "I need you...I need you to chase the darkness away."
"Now how's a man supposed ta’ say nay ta’ tha'?" Liam murmured as he captured Spike's lips in a hard kiss, his arms encircling the smaller muscular body, drawing it tighter to his own.
Spike's other hand went to Liam's hip, stroking the smooth warm skin as Liam plundered his mouth. This was how it was suppose to be, he thought. Liam was so important to him that he had a hard time putting that feeling into words. So he put everything he had into that kiss his fingers tightening in Liam silky hair as his lips parted begging Liam without words for what he wanted, what he needed so desperately.
As if sensing the need in Spike because it was as deep as his own Liam pushed the boy back towards the bed never giving up the kiss just deepening it more. When the back of his knees hit the mattress Spike fell clinging to Liam and pulling him down with him. A soft 'oof' escaped his lips and echoed into Liam's mouth as he held onto that sweet kiss until he pulled back in need of air. His fingers uncurled from Liam's hair and stroked down over his jaw as he looked deep into his eyes.
"I need you...now..." his hips surged up his cock sliding against Liam's, "...I've never needed anyone this bad, luv. Please..." he begged softly.
"Jus' let whatever wants ta’ happen---happen Spike." Liam softly said as he scooted them back a bit further onto the bed. Lowering his hips in graceful arcs against Spike's their cocks slid deliciously against each other. "Ye dinna’ have ta’ rush I'm not goin'…god yeah...any where."
"Good..." Spike moaned as he spread his legs, wrapping one up around Liam's waist to pull him closer. As their groins met, again in a clash of hard, warm flesh he reached up pulling Liam in close for a deep slow kiss. His lips parted, his tongue darting out to tease Liam's lower lip. The cool metal of the piercing through it, a deep contrast to the warmth of his breath.
Liam shivered against Spike as he lifted his hand so he could press his fingers against his tongue, twirling in little circles around the stud. "Yer tongue is gonna be the death of me.”
Gasping for air Spike leaned back in the pillows. "That so? Can't imagine me bein' the death of anyone." One of his hands lazily stroked along the nape of Liam's neck as the other drifted down to cup one firm ass cheek. "Never could resist a challenge though." He thrust his hips up as if to make his point.
Laughing low in his throat, Liam reached back grabbing Spike's hand from his ass, then grabbed his other stretching them above his head. "Yer very naughty. Did I say ye could grab me arse?"
Squirming Spike smirked up at Liam. "No you didn't, but then I never was much for askin', pet. Always figured me arse was cute enough to get away with it." He puckered up blowing Liam a kiss. He'd never been this honest with anyone in his life other than Faith. He'd always been too scared to open up this completely.
Liam let go of Spike's hands to slide his own down the bed and beneath Spike's ass, cupping it gently in his hands. "It ‘is’ a nice arse."
Falling back against the pillows Spike's back arched upward off the mattress as Liam cupped his ass. "Jesus...Liam..." he began to pant softly, the muscles in his ass clenching as his cock twitched against Liam's. "I want you inside me...please Liam..." he whimpered
"Not...yet." Liam moaned as Spike's body arched up into his. "God tha' was pretty do it again." Liam squeezed his ass cheeks in his palms a little tighter, his fingers digging softly into the skin.
"Liam..." he whined in the back of his throat as he arched up again. His slim milky body bowing, his ribs flexing with each breath, and his throat stretching out in a pale perfect line. His head rolled against the cottony soft pillows as he thrust up in desperate need for more. "Please...please..."
"Christ." Liam groaned as his fingers inched down, sliding along the crease of Spike's ass until they ghosted over the tiny perfect hole. Liam shivered again, burying his face into Spike's neck. "Ye feel good, ye feel so good."
Whimpering softly Spike wrapped his arms around Liam's body his blunt nails trailing up and down Liam's spine. "You too...God never felt like this..." he twisted his neck baring more pale flesh to Liam. "'M yours...all yours...inside and out."
He groaned as he felt Liam's cock slide against his, the drag of silken skin against skin. He felt like his heart was trapped there pulsing with every ounce of blood between his sprawled thighs. Tongue rasping over Spike's throat Liam reached out with one hand to the bedside table. Opening the drawer with haste, he retrieved a bottle of lube. Popping it open, he coated his fingers in the wet slick, then trailed them back to Spike's crease rubbing them softly down as he growled softly.
"Are ye? Are ye mine?"
"Yes..." Spike pushed his hips back at the feel of those sweet, graceful fingers teasing him. "Always...always...'m yours..."
A fingernail scratched over the sensitive skin of Spike's hole, and then his finger inched inside, up to the first knuckle. Liam groaned deeply as soon as he felt the tight heat inside. "Yer awfully quick ta’ give me everythin' when ye dinna’ even have a idea of what yer gonna be gettin'."
Another finger joined the first, both slowly pushing in bit by bit. Spike arched up from the mattress, his heels digging into the softness, and his fingers clawing frantically at the sheets as Liam breached his hole with the second finger. A high pitched whine escaped his throat as he was stretched open slowly followed by short panting breathes as he pushed against the exquisite intrusion. His internal muscles fluttered around Liam's fingers as he tried to pull them deeper into his ass.
"Uhh...uhh...please Liam...please..." he whined as his hips began to writhe, his cock bouncing against his belly. "Trust you..."
Eyes dilated, Liam leaned down biting softly into Spike's throat as he pushed his fingers even deeper, growling against Spike's throat. "Maybe ye shouldn't."
Crying out at the feel of Liam's teeth in his throat Spike began thrashing desperately like a fish out of water. A string of indistinguishable words escaped his parted lips as he panted and whimpered. Liam's fingers twisted and punched deeper almost sending him flying off the bed. His cock began to leak silvery pre-cum along the flat plain of his belly that heaved with each breath he took.
Liam mouthed and bit softly into Spike's neck for a few moments, then sucked the skin between his lips as he pushed a third finger inside of Spike's tight hot body. When he released the skin of his boy’s neck Liam licked to his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth then kissed it. "Are ye goin' mad me pretty English boy?"
"Yes...bloody fuckin' hell...mad as the hatter..." he cried and whined between clenched teeth as he was opened wider. Between Liam's thrusting fingers and his wicked teeth and tongue he was close to complete insanity.
"Ye better buckle down then because yer about to be stark and raving..." Liam breathed against the shell of Spike's ear, his fingers ghosting against that spongy sensitive spot that held all the glorious sensations in the world.
This time Spike howled, his whole body lifting up until only his head and heels touched the mattress.
"God...god...god..." he chanted between erratic breathes. His cheeks flushed with what little blood remained north of his aching, throbbing cock. "Please...please Liam..."
Removing his fingers, Liam slid his hands beneath Spike's body, heaving
him gracefully into his lap. He spread his cheeks round his rock hard cock,
and then looked into
Spike's blue eyes so dilated and full of lustful abandon. "Yer sure?"
Spike hissed at the loss of those talented fingers and bit his lip as
Liam looked down at him. He'd wanted this since the moment he'd laid eyes
on Liam in the ruins just days ago.
Opening his mouth, he whimpered softly in a desperate voice. "Yes...want
it...want you inside me."
"Alright." Liam responded simply as he slowly lowered Spike onto his hardness. "Relax." He hissed out in pleasure as the head of his cock pushed against the wet stretched hole. "Relax fer me."
Panting Spike's eyes widened as the thick head of Liam's cock breached his lube slicked hole. "Oh, God...God...so big, pet." He clenched his teeth as he panted harder willing himself to relax and let the heated thickness slide into him inch by inch. "Liam...God so big..." he whimpered as he was stretched so wide he felt as if he were going to split in half.
Despite the pain, there was a need and a desire to take him deep inside. Spike had never had shabby lovers, but my God Liam felt huge as he slowly sank down his thighs spreading wider. Liam kissed Spike's cheek, trailing his lips into his hair and along the side of his mouth. Soothing him as he murmured in between kisses.
"Shhh…I know, I know shhh…jus' relax jus' let it happen. Jus' let me in me beautiful blue-eyed boy. God yer so tight an' hot an' good jus' let me in."
Nodding Spike inhaled deeply as he sank slowly down on Liam's erection. It felt so unbelievable, he thought, like it was his first time all over again. He chuckled as his glittering eyes focused on Liam's gentle gaze. "Feel...like a...bleedin' virgin..." he gasped out between soft breaths. Leaning forward, he laid his head on Liam's shoulder as he shifted his hips, biting his lip as Liam slid home.
"Oh goddd..." Liam moaned as Spike settled down the rest of the way completely, seated all the way down on his cock. "God Spike ye feel like a virgin. Like ye've never been with anyone but me." He kissed his temple as he let the sensations settle around him, just wanting to enjoy this moment of their first joining
"Never been with anyone like you..." Spike whispered as he lifted his head, his lips grazing Liam's ear. "So bleedin' beautiful and so graceful...so perfect." He groaned as his body began to relax around Liam's pulsing flesh. "Feels perfect...so full..." he trailed off as he nipped at Liam's neck.
Wrapping his arms around Spike's body Liam trailed his fingers down Spike's spine, dipping and tracing every bump, then back up again. "Yer the beautiful one, yer the perfect one. I'm lucky jus' ta’ touch ye, jus' ta’ be here right now doin' this wit' ye. Christ Spike yer doin' things ta’ me."
A soft nervous bark of laughter escaped Spike as he lifted his head looking deep into Liam's eyes. "Says the man with the most magnificent cock I've ever seen."
It was Liam's turn to laugh now. "Ye think it's the most magnificent cock do ye? Really?"
"Yes..." Spike breathed out against Liam's lips as he leaned in claiming his mouth with a slow, seductive kiss.
Hands lowering to Spike's hips. Liam canted his own sending his cock in a graceful curve deep inside him. He breathed softly into their kiss. "I had better do me best then ta make sure ye enjoy yerself then---huh?"
Grunting softly Spike bit his lip, his head falling back as his fingers curled around the curve of Liam's broad shoulders. "Sweet Mary..." he hissed, "...feels so good...please Liam..." he opened his eyes looking into Liam's as he panted, "...fuck me, luv. Fuck me hard."
Lifting Spike half way up his cock Liam paused then pulled down hard as he thrust up. With a grunt of pleasure, he smiled. "Like tha'? Tha' what ye want?"
Spike whined deep in his throat as he was lifted, then impaled again on the thickness, his internal muscles crying out with need for more. "Yesss..." he hissed softly, lifting himself this time, feeling the ripple of muscles as Liam's cock slid out leaving him with an emptiness he didn't want.
He pulled up until the head of Liam's cock was trapped and then thrust down hard, grinding his hips in a circle. The wiry crispness of Liam's pubic hair teased the sensitive, stretched skin of his ass. Grunting Spike’s eyes drifted shut, and his back arched until his own cock rubbed against the muscled plane of Liam's belly.
"Fuck…" Liam hissed softly. "Do it again."
Lifting up on his knees, blunt nails digging into Liam's shoulders Spike mewled pitifully as his ass was emptied again. "Liam..." he moaned his lover's name, a low soft symphony of need and desire, rumbling through his chest. Then he pushed down again, his cock rubbing against Liam's stomach and leaving a trail of glittering pre-cum down the golden flesh. "Need you. Always. Swear I need you." He mumbled as he twisted his hips again.
This time Liam's cock shifted, grazing his prostate. Shocks of desire swept through his pelvis as he threw back his head with a howl of pleasure. At the same time, Liam moaned deep in his throat, the sound reverberating in his chest. He knelt up his hands tightening around Spike's shoulders as he pulled, then pushed him down on his cock. Thrusting even deeper and faster, he grazed his boy’s prostate constantly.
"Spike, Spike, Spike, Spike." Liam growled repeatedly as he rubbed his cheek over Spike's throat.
"Faster...faster..." Spike cried out, his nails digging into Liam's flesh, leaving sharp crescents behind. "God so good, luv...please Liam...please..." he chanted, his thighs quivering and the muscles of his stomach flexing with each up thrust of Liam's cock.
Groaning Liam sped up his pace, Spike's muscles gripping him tighter with each thrust of his cock in his slick, tight heat. "Christ ye feel so good…so fucking good Spike." He gritted out as he leaned in biting first Spike’s throat, then his shoulder, and then soothing the bites with chaste kisses.
As Liam's teeth bit at his throat he let out a roar, his cock spurting an arc of silvery cum between their sweat slicked bodies.
"Liam!"
As his prostate was hit with a rough thrust, another spurt of cum splashed between them as Liam ravaged his ass. Guttural animal noises ripped from his throat as Liam continued pounding into him, his eyes rolling back as a final shot of cum tore from his quivering body.
"Oh, Christ…yeah." Liam moaned in intense pleasure as his fingers lifted to thread in Spike's damp, sweaty locks. He came deep and hard, spurting into the willing exquisite body of his boy, his wonderful, wonderful boy. "Yeahhh..." he moaned again as he held on the tremors and shakes racking his body as well as Spike’s.
Spike let out a final gasp and tumbled back against the tangled sheets, pulling Liam with him. His eyes fluttered shut as he buried his face in the vee of Liam's throat; his arms tangled around him in a trembling vice of flesh. "Liam..." he whimpered softly, his heart thundering in his chest, and limbs quivering with aftershocks. "Love you..." he sighed.
"I know." Liam whispered, as he continued pushing through Spike’s hair, his body creaking and snapping as he uncurled, rearranging himself better. Finally wrapped around Spike he sighed. "I know ye do."
Spike opened his eyes and smiled at Liam as if three sheets to the wind. "No one ever made me feel this way..." he mumbled, "...always thought it would never happen to me."
He shifted, moaning as Liam slipped from his body and curled tightly against him. Snuffling he laid his head on Liam's chest listening to the thundering beat of his heart as he drifted somewhere between sleep and waking.
Fingers trailing along Spike's arm, Liam nodded, then whispered as his eyes drifted shut. "I think I understand. I think I'm feelin’ the same." Unaware of his admission, he drifted into a sound asleep.
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