The DeSoto
Xander screamed and kicked the blonde vampire in the stomach as he was thrown through the opened door of the DeSoto. Wrists uncomfortably bound behind his back with gray duct tape Spike had noticed he´d had in his duster pocket among the miscellaneous objects.
Spike had just come back into town, sans his cheating Dru, and had a hankering for something young, tasty, and ripe with possibility. Something he could toy with and then show Dru that she wasn´t needed anymore with.
The blond jumped in the backseat. Faintly hearing the boy´s talking as he made sure to tape his legs together.
He´d at first thought of the slayer, then remembered the boy here, Xander.. before he´d seen rare bits of rage and violence, need, behind those eyes that spoke of years of no retaliation to abuse... and had been deliberating between the two until he noticed tonight that the boy seemed to have remnants of an animal spirit possession in him, could smell some of the power and hidden charisma.. and saw something that would fight him, challenge him more than even the slayer could, something that would be fun to cut and make him bleed..take care of, then scream all over again. Then surprise him and smack him down and turn the tables.
In the back of his mind, somewhere he knew this one wouldn´t be just some ploy to show Dru her stupidity and what she was losing.. even as Spike straddled the boy´s stomach, keeping perched and staring at the fire in those eyes, hard already.. like the boy, even though he´d probably deny it for days, weeks, however long it took to break him all the way...bucking body beneath him..... Spike knew deep down this one would be more, something he´d snatch at and mark and keep shackled to him for eternity that no one else would fucking touch.
For now however, he was focused on playing with the boy.
The vampire clenched his thighs against each side of Xander´s chest and stomach from where he was perched, hard enough to still Xander from the hint of pain as he said, "Now now, don´t want to fight me too much pet.." Spike adjusted himself comfortably and relaxed his legs´ hold, smirking with a bit of cruelty, pulling out a cigarette and his Zippo from his pocket, taking a first puff.
Xander´s shiny silver button down shirt was opened button by button carefully with Spike´s left hand while he smoked with the other, "Wouldn´t want all this smooth, sweet–" chest licked as the last button was popped off and discretely saved in a duster pocket, "flesh burned by some stray hot ashes."
There was a flare of green in those eyes and hips jerked up unconsciously under him.
Spike snickered, paused, (even more interesting) and gave a flat brown nipple a kiss. "Or maybe you do?"
The End
