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amejisuto.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jan. 21st, 2005 10:09 pm)AN: This is part of my Master and Pet verse, but you don't really have to know it to get the ficlet. Enjoy!
Scent Memory
Xander woke up slowly to the scent of aloe and green tea, his Master’s favorite bath oils. He was leaning back against a cool chest and hands were running all along his front and arms. He turned his head and nuzzled a pale throat.
“Alright then, pet? You with me?”
“Mmmm. ‘Sgood.”
“Still muzzy, luv?”
“Mmmm.” Xander loved it when he came down off a Spike-high. That’s what he called them in his head, the times when his Master just had him flying so high with sex and pain and lust that he’d black out, only to awaken in a hot bath and being soothed and cleaned and cared for.
It was always the green tea and aloe oil too, for the healing properties. Not that he’d needed them that much tonight, tonight’s play had been pretty much straightforward. He’d been told to stay quiet while Spike pretty much fucked his brains out. When he made a whimper or a moan Spike would stop.
That wasn’t the worst part; he couldn’t beg for Spike to move again, so he would end up with Spike just sitting there with his Master’s cock pressing on his prostate, going insane until Spike felt he’d been punished enough and start again.
Of course, later on he’d moan again and it would start all over. Vampires had staying power that you wouldn’t believe, so he wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying with his legs in the air. Finally Spike had just grabbed his legs and held them wide open, giving him permission to scream as his Master had pounded him into the mattress. When he’d finally been given permission to come his vision had faded even as the warm spurts hit his chest.
The hot water felt so good and it was if he were floating on fresh scented clouds. All his muscles had a pleasant ache and he could feel a bite on his leg where Spike had fed from him during his climax. How he’d missed it at the time he didn’t know.
Spike’s hands were underwater, massaging his thighs and Xander wiggled. He was completely spent but he loved the feel of his Master’s hands on him, loved the feel of his strong fingers stroking and rubbing in circles.
Finally he opened his eyes to see Spike looking at him, expression half concerned and half smug. Xander smiled. “Thank you, Master, that was so good.”
The concern faded away to be left by smugness alone. “Was, wasn’t it? You did good, pet, knew you couldn’t keep quiet.”
“Like I could with you pounding into my ass. Even if you had gagged me I would have made sounds.”
“That was the plan after all, pet.” Spike’s hands moved from his thighs to around his waist, holding him and caressing him all at once.
“I love your plans, Master, I always do.” Xander turned his head to lick up the side of Spike’s throat before gently nipping. “Love you, Master.”
“Love you, pet.”
Scent Memory
Xander woke up slowly to the scent of aloe and green tea, his Master’s favorite bath oils. He was leaning back against a cool chest and hands were running all along his front and arms. He turned his head and nuzzled a pale throat.
“Alright then, pet? You with me?”
“Mmmm. ‘Sgood.”
“Still muzzy, luv?”
“Mmmm.” Xander loved it when he came down off a Spike-high. That’s what he called them in his head, the times when his Master just had him flying so high with sex and pain and lust that he’d black out, only to awaken in a hot bath and being soothed and cleaned and cared for.
It was always the green tea and aloe oil too, for the healing properties. Not that he’d needed them that much tonight, tonight’s play had been pretty much straightforward. He’d been told to stay quiet while Spike pretty much fucked his brains out. When he made a whimper or a moan Spike would stop.
That wasn’t the worst part; he couldn’t beg for Spike to move again, so he would end up with Spike just sitting there with his Master’s cock pressing on his prostate, going insane until Spike felt he’d been punished enough and start again.
Of course, later on he’d moan again and it would start all over. Vampires had staying power that you wouldn’t believe, so he wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying with his legs in the air. Finally Spike had just grabbed his legs and held them wide open, giving him permission to scream as his Master had pounded him into the mattress. When he’d finally been given permission to come his vision had faded even as the warm spurts hit his chest.
The hot water felt so good and it was if he were floating on fresh scented clouds. All his muscles had a pleasant ache and he could feel a bite on his leg where Spike had fed from him during his climax. How he’d missed it at the time he didn’t know.
Spike’s hands were underwater, massaging his thighs and Xander wiggled. He was completely spent but he loved the feel of his Master’s hands on him, loved the feel of his strong fingers stroking and rubbing in circles.
Finally he opened his eyes to see Spike looking at him, expression half concerned and half smug. Xander smiled. “Thank you, Master, that was so good.”
The concern faded away to be left by smugness alone. “Was, wasn’t it? You did good, pet, knew you couldn’t keep quiet.”
“Like I could with you pounding into my ass. Even if you had gagged me I would have made sounds.”
“That was the plan after all, pet.” Spike’s hands moved from his thighs to around his waist, holding him and caressing him all at once.
“I love your plans, Master, I always do.” Xander turned his head to lick up the side of Spike’s throat before gently nipping. “Love you, Master.”
“Love you, pet.”
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