Hiding In ClosetsAuthor:
Prompt: 048 Leather Table: 50 Dark Fics Word Count
: 1,147 wordsRating:
Genre: Alternate Reality
Warnings: Slash, dark fic, bloodplay, death and dark characters. Previous Stories Here
Author’s Note: Written for Fall For Spike. Betad by the wonderful SpikesKat. Can be read as a standalone however it is a sequel to Innocence Lost which was a sequel to Whispers of the Night.
Please do review, RL hates me and I have no other pleasures at the moment. Hiding In Closets Xander - Los Angeles, 2005
He thought about her now. How she had taken to looking almost gothic punk. She radiated a mixture of faux innocence and wickedness. If he hadn’t been with her throughout her transformation, he never would have recognized her. Her once expressive eyes were lined in black, her lips ruby red. Even her hair had been darkened.
Perhaps one of the most profound changes to affect him was the leather. She wore two wrist bands and a collar. Nothing fancy or ornate, simple black leather, supple with three small discrete spots where you could hook a chain or leash to. A normal person might have thought it cute. A young woman experimenting with a gothic look, but nothing too serious; nothing too dark for this beautiful young creature.
But he knew better. He regretted the loss of her innocence but was enthralled at the creature he’d helped Spike create. She was everything a vampire and his lover could want; soft, subservient, wicked and wanton. She would walk into the room, and he lusted after her. He desired nothing more than for her to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth; driving him wild with desire.
They were both creations of Spike. Their actions driven to be what the vampire wanted of them. Molded to fit his desires, their own needs a reflection of their lover’s wants. Perhaps they hadn’t saved each other. Perhaps the vampire had saved them both.
It didn’t matter though, not when Dawn walked in and knelt before him. He could pretend that all his sins were forgiven, taking his comfort and solace between her lips. He could fuck her mouth into oblivion, and then lose himself in between her thighs. Finding bliss night after night, consoling himself with her body, redeeming himself in her light.
Yet she wasn’t the light anymore. Not really. She was still the Key, still Dawn, still their love, their slave, their master. Her darkness rivaled their own, her knowing eyes smoky as she watched them, joined them, and ruled them. She was a compliment of their trio. She had told him once that they fit because they were all just broken pieces, fragments of each other, their former lives lost, unable to be recovered. They were the only ones who could understand, who could make each other whole.
And as she turned to him, smirking, he once again grew hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Dawn - Sunnydale, Autumn 2000
She watched them from the closet. Night after night. She never saw any indication that Spike noticed she was there. She was surprised, but when her boys were together, the world seemed to fade away. They concentrated on each other; fists and cocks, whips and chains, the blood and the bite, the pleasure with the pain. It made her hot, wet with desire and need. It drove her out of her mind with the wanting, with the craving.
She saw them when they were gentle. But that never did the trick, never brought her the sweet release that she sought. It was nice, but what she loved, what she craved, was watching Xander bleed. Watching as he became real under her very eyes. It made him shine. He moaned louder, came harder, and begged Spike for more. Sometimes she closed her eyes, fantasized that it was her underneath the whip, wishing that it was her blood on Spike’s lips. But other times she just watched. She touched herself, twisted her clit, rubbing anything and everything to bring the release. Needing the pain, needing the pleasure, desperately wishing she could be a part of what they shared. She craved them. The pleasure and the pain she knew they could bring. If she could just reach out and take it, experience it, be taken and bitten, tasted. She was consumed with her desire.
She fantasized about it, dreamt about them discovering her. Them finding her in the closet. His carpenter hands, rough and calloused, grabbing her to drag her out into the open. Her vampire’s eyes golden, angry at her for her naughty watching. She could picture them punishing her. Her bare bottom stinging from blows as they spanked her. She would be red with embarrassment and the flush of stinging pain. They wouldn’t stop though, not until she couldn’t sit properly, not until she was faintly bruised. Would they get hard? Hot and bothered by the site of her young body, marked under their very hands? Would they notice her then?
She moaned. Lost in her fantasies, she thrust up inside of herself with two fingers. Over and over again she touched, fantasizing her naughty dreams. Her body was accustomed to her now, responding to her fantasies, faster and faster, wondering what it would take for them to notice her. What would it be like to truly be touched, be theirs? With a muffled scream she came. Would they notice her now?
~*~*~*~*~*~*Spike - Sunnydale, Winter 2000
He knew she was watching. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she came to him, begging to be his new pet, begging for him to take her, to train her, to fuck her.
He knew what she wanted. He always knew. His perfect Xander, his lovely Dawn, they would be his pets, his lovers and finally his consorts for all eternity. They might not know it yet, might not realize it yet, but they would be.
He let her watch. He was training her without her realizing it, showing her what he wanted, what he expected, what it meant to have a demon lover. She was perfect. Hiding in the closet, touching herself, bringing herself off. It scented the air: innocence and desire.
He whispered in Xander ear: telling him that she was watching, that she was playing with herself, running her hands over her body. He could hear her moan, hear her muffled screams, knowing that she was so close and that she needed them to get her off. Before Xander could truly think about it, he struck, sinking his fangs into the boy’s neck while thrusting deep into him, pounding over and over again, making the boy moan with the double penetration. As he withdrew his fangs, he could smell the boy’s arousal grow even stronger. He could feel Xander tremble, desperately trying not to come
He sped up even more, whispering about how he was going to take them both and the naughty things that they would do. How her long legs would wrap around them. How he could position them so that they could he could fuck Xander while Xander took her. How both of them could position her. How his whip would run red with the blood of them both.
With a strangled moan Xander came, and from the closet Dawn heard him moan her name.