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21 January 2016 @ 10:57 am
There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (88/90?)  
Title: There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (88/90?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash,AU, Post Apocalyptic, violence,non-con, slavery, tentacles,
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s been seven years since Angelus killed Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seven years after Angelus opened a portal to hell on Earth. Humans are food, slaves or on the run. There’s hope only in small band of resistance fighters. However, that’s a hope Xander Harris no longer has. It’s been six months since he was taken in a raid. At first Xander thought he was lucky the demons didn’t know who he was; but then that was before he became property to an Azora demon.

As always: Feedback makes my heart go pitter-patter.


Its been so long I almost forgot how to post these!!!! LOL

Previous parts here.

“Xander, will you sleep with me?” Spike asked.

“Wh…I thought..aren’t we..I mean, mas..” Xander began to babble in confusion only to be cut off with a soft kiss.

“No Master. No Pet. Just you and me,” Spike whispered when he finally broke the kiss to stare back into Xander’s eyes. “No demon rules. No human rules. I want..you, Xander. I want you..I want you to the core of me. I want to feel ya inside of me burnin’ me up with yer heat.”

For a moment Xander thought his heart stopped. It was as if Spike’s words had shut down all systems. Emergency sirens flared as everything ground to a standstill and all remaining power was diverted to central processing. Xander stared at Spike while his brain tried to decipher what the vampire had just said.

Then it was if everything had reset. Bells rang, lights blazed to life and systems were a go. All systems were more than a go; they were running in the red as understanding flared through him somehow making him ache not only with want and need but with something much deeper; something that wasn’t physical.

“Oh…OH!” Xander exhaled as he nodded nervously before covering Spike’s mouth with his own and kissing him with all of the tenderness and emotions he could not express.

( There"s Always a Sneer in Vegas (88/90?) )