Fic: A New Hunt (Sam, Spike) PG-15
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blue_icy_roseTitle: A New Hunt
Word Count: 780
Rating: PG-15
Series: We Are For The Dark
Warnings: We've got the first bare beginnings of slash starting up.
Summary: Spike takes Sam out for a bit of fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tamingthemuse. Prompt: aroused.
This is the shortest part of the series so far because while I originally started out wanting to write Dean and Dru, this wouldn't leave me alone and I couldn't find a way to fit them in there. Ah well, I'm sure I can fit it in with next week's prompt. *grins*
Previous Parts
“Okay, Sam, who do you want?”
Sam let his eyes roam over the crowd, taking in the scents assaulting him, until he spotted a young woman with long blonde hair. He nodded in her direction. “Her.”
Spike nodded in approval, eyes lighting up. “A good choice.” He leaned towards Sam. “Fun fact: blood tastes better when the person’s aroused.” He smirked. “Have fun.”
He sat back, watching as Sam made his way through the crowd. The hunter in Sam made it possible for him to move gracefully passed the people that would normally be in his way. Spike smirked as he watched the flush that appeared on the girl’s face as Sam talked to her before pulling her onto the dance floor.
From his seat, he could see the way Sam’s hands slid down her back. Spike lifted an eyebrow and couldn’t help the smug pride as he watched the way she pressed against Sam, head tilted back to expose her neck. She may not know it but that offer would be too good to pass up, especially for a young vampire.
Sure enough, not long after that, Sam was leading her to a dark hallway that Spike knew led outside.
“Knew he could do it,” he muttered as he turned to find his own meal.
~*~*~
Sam smiled down at Gina as they walked outside and into an alley. She turned to him, her back towards the wall and wrapped a hand in his shirt. A part of him couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that she’d come outside with him at all when she had no idea who he really was while he knew that she was a journalism major in her third year of college with dreams of moving to New York. The other part didn’t give a damn. Not when he could hear her heart pounding, could smell the blood running in her veins and the arousal coming from her as he pressed her back against the wall.
As their mouths came together again, Sam felt her shift her hips against his. He drew circles on her hip with his thumb, feeling the shudders that went through her at the movement. He knew what she was feeling at that moment. The slightest touch was just one more reason to want it so damn much.
When Sam lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist, she didn’t protest just pressed closer to him. He let out a breath as he trailed his mouth over her cheek and down to her neck. He rotated his hips and smiled against her skin when he felt her breath hitch. He felt the bones of his face shift and he listened to her heartbeat for a few more moments before sinking his teeth into her neck.
Vaguely he heard the way her moan of pleasure changed to one of pain. He couldn’t bring himself to care though as the taste of her began to flow through him. Spike had been right. The fact that she was aroused did something to the blood, added a whole different taste to it that he didn’t even bother trying to resist.
Eventually, he realized that her heartbeat had become sluggish, barely there when before it was echoing inside him. He pulled back and let her body slide down to the ground as he stepped away from her.
“You did well.”
Sam turned to find Spike watching him, eyes burning bright even in the dark. He felt the pleasure of the praise move through him and he gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”
Spike’s eyes trailed down and his lips twitched. “We’re going to have to work on a few things though,” he said, amused.
Confused, Sam looked down and then swore at the blood on his shirt. “Son of a bitch! I didn’t even notice.” He was still frowning down at his shirt when he felt the air in front of him shift and he looked up to see Spike standing less than a foot away. He blinked. “What?”
“Forgot to wipe your mouth,” was all Spike told him before he wrapped a hand around the back of Sam’s neck and pulled him down to lick around his mouth, cleaning up the remaining blood. Sam closed his eyes, a small moan escaping him. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
He shook his head. Never before had he been interested in another guy but damn if he wasn’t tempted to just give in to Spike right now. “No.”
Slowly, Spike’s lips tilted up in a smirk as he slipped his hand up the back of Sam’s shirt. “Then we’ll go slow.”
Word Count: 780
Rating: PG-15
Series: We Are For The Dark
Warnings: We've got the first bare beginnings of slash starting up.
Summary: Spike takes Sam out for a bit of fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for
tamingthemuse. Prompt: aroused. This is the shortest part of the series so far because while I originally started out wanting to write Dean and Dru, this wouldn't leave me alone and I couldn't find a way to fit them in there. Ah well, I'm sure I can fit it in with next week's prompt. *grins*
Previous Parts
“Okay, Sam, who do you want?”
Sam let his eyes roam over the crowd, taking in the scents assaulting him, until he spotted a young woman with long blonde hair. He nodded in her direction. “Her.”
Spike nodded in approval, eyes lighting up. “A good choice.” He leaned towards Sam. “Fun fact: blood tastes better when the person’s aroused.” He smirked. “Have fun.”
He sat back, watching as Sam made his way through the crowd. The hunter in Sam made it possible for him to move gracefully passed the people that would normally be in his way. Spike smirked as he watched the flush that appeared on the girl’s face as Sam talked to her before pulling her onto the dance floor.
From his seat, he could see the way Sam’s hands slid down her back. Spike lifted an eyebrow and couldn’t help the smug pride as he watched the way she pressed against Sam, head tilted back to expose her neck. She may not know it but that offer would be too good to pass up, especially for a young vampire.
Sure enough, not long after that, Sam was leading her to a dark hallway that Spike knew led outside.
“Knew he could do it,” he muttered as he turned to find his own meal.
Sam smiled down at Gina as they walked outside and into an alley. She turned to him, her back towards the wall and wrapped a hand in his shirt. A part of him couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that she’d come outside with him at all when she had no idea who he really was while he knew that she was a journalism major in her third year of college with dreams of moving to New York. The other part didn’t give a damn. Not when he could hear her heart pounding, could smell the blood running in her veins and the arousal coming from her as he pressed her back against the wall.
As their mouths came together again, Sam felt her shift her hips against his. He drew circles on her hip with his thumb, feeling the shudders that went through her at the movement. He knew what she was feeling at that moment. The slightest touch was just one more reason to want it so damn much.
When Sam lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist, she didn’t protest just pressed closer to him. He let out a breath as he trailed his mouth over her cheek and down to her neck. He rotated his hips and smiled against her skin when he felt her breath hitch. He felt the bones of his face shift and he listened to her heartbeat for a few more moments before sinking his teeth into her neck.
Vaguely he heard the way her moan of pleasure changed to one of pain. He couldn’t bring himself to care though as the taste of her began to flow through him. Spike had been right. The fact that she was aroused did something to the blood, added a whole different taste to it that he didn’t even bother trying to resist.
Eventually, he realized that her heartbeat had become sluggish, barely there when before it was echoing inside him. He pulled back and let her body slide down to the ground as he stepped away from her.
“You did well.”
Sam turned to find Spike watching him, eyes burning bright even in the dark. He felt the pleasure of the praise move through him and he gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”
Spike’s eyes trailed down and his lips twitched. “We’re going to have to work on a few things though,” he said, amused.
Confused, Sam looked down and then swore at the blood on his shirt. “Son of a bitch! I didn’t even notice.” He was still frowning down at his shirt when he felt the air in front of him shift and he looked up to see Spike standing less than a foot away. He blinked. “What?”
“Forgot to wipe your mouth,” was all Spike told him before he wrapped a hand around the back of Sam’s neck and pulled him down to lick around his mouth, cleaning up the remaining blood. Sam closed his eyes, a small moan escaping him. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
He shook his head. Never before had he been interested in another guy but damn if he wasn’t tempted to just give in to Spike right now. “No.”
Slowly, Spike’s lips tilted up in a smirk as he slipped his hand up the back of Sam’s shirt. “Then we’ll go slow.”
