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Sun had set over an hour ago, waking Spike with the natural pull of the moon deep in the vampire's gut, but he had yet to get out of his bed. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do tonight. He had stocked up on blood only the night before so there was no need to visit the butcher, and he didn't much fancy running into Buffy after their latest lot of bickering (you'd think the bint would calm down with the threats of staking with him dating her brother and all) so patrol was out.
Spike was interrupted from his musings with the very familiar sound of a door creaking open. Given there were no doors in the basement of his crypt, the only entrance being the stairs down, Spike ignored reason and allowed his ears to guide him to the latest manifestation of 'Michael' in his home.
And there it was, leaning casually against the glaringly yellow door frame with a playful smirk. "Hello, my Desire."
"Hello, Love." he replied with his own smirk, sitting up on his bed so he could better see his always welcomed visitor.
It took his reply as the invitation it was, stepping fully into his room, the door disappearing with a near silent crack and blink of yellow.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" It asked jokingly as it settled straddled across his lap, hands resting on his shoulders.
Spike hadn't even seen the avatar move, but he was used to it being impossible at the best of times so he simply rested his hands on its hips with a smirk and happily took in the sight of his lover above him. "Please, get comfortable."
"I plan to." It hummed before quickly leaning in for a kiss. Spike eagerly reached out to meet it half way, leaning deeply into its familiar lips.
'Michael' didn't take long before it was snaking its hands from his shoulders to his waist, untucking his shirt so it could feel the skin underneath. While 'Michael's' hands were distracted, Spike started his own exploration of his lover's body, squeezing its hips before stroking them together with plans to meet at its crotch. The plan was stopped suddenly when he felt 'Michael' quickly intercept his hands with its own and redirected them higher to its chest.
Right, that was enough.
"Love, wait." Spike gasped through passionate kisses that tasted like citrus and sunset on his lips. When his lover did nothing more than hum in askance as it continued to snake its hands under the clothes at his waist, Spike took all his resolve to push at the avatar before it got to his cock and he lost all his thoughts again. "Michael, stop."
It sighed dramatically as it let itself be pushed from him, sounding rather petulant at being stopped. "What is it, dear Desire?"
"I've been thinking--"
"A dangerous thing to do around me." It interrupted with a laugh, hands already teasing at his buttons again before Spike slapped them away with a light glare.
God, even its childish pouting was enticing and it knew exactly what it was doing to him when it titled its head like that. Focus Spike. "You only ever pleasure me. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying your gaining confidence with blow jobs. But you always stop me when I try to return the favour."
"Spike." It replied with a dizzying eye-roll, it looked as if its entire eyeball rolled around in its socket and made Spike's own twitch in sympathy.
"What happened to fairness?" Spike continued, not letting the point drop despite 'Michael's' distracting dramatics.
'Michael' looked down at him seriously at that, obviously noting that he wasn't going to let the topic drop this time as he had before. It wasn't the first time Spike had brought this up. He'd tried to touch 'Michael' several times when they were entwined, but it had always successfully interrupted his wandering hands and distracted him from further attempts. It seemed its time had run out for the distraction tactics. But answers were no fun for 'Michael' and it didn't necessarily know how to explain to Spike the realities of it's existence in this matter. "It's hard." It said, the words nearly lost to a sudden static that spoke of its dismayed mood.
"What is?" Spike prompted gently, knowing better than to get frustrated with riddled answers.
"Having a body."
"Oh."
"I am a Door. If you look deeper, I am corridors of repeating nothingness that are intentionally designed to drive my victims to madness. I was not made for a body. Not made to be one thing. I vaguely know what parts are supposed to look like. I can guess what they are supposed to feel like, but I know do not often get it right. Too hard. Too soft. Too sharp." At that it looked at its own hands which once again resembled knives far more than they resembled fingers, "If I concentrate I can hold shape, but I am meant to be ever changing. Keeping them as they should when I'm distracted is difficult."
"Do you find me especially distracting?" He joked but it did nothing to break the melancholy mood 'Michael' had fallen under now.
"I might hurt you." The glare that accompanied the statement was a little too accusatory for Spike's liking. He got that this was a topic 'Michael' would rather ignore but he still needed it to occur.
"Oh, Love. I'm a vampire. What's pleasure without a little pain?"
"I can feel the pleasure without you needing to touch me." 'Michael' shot back, smile looking sharp and especially smug in its cat like pleasure, as if it had found the trump card to end the unwanted discussion.
Spike contemplated that. They'd had their fun with each other a bunch at this point, but the only time he remembered 'Michael' ever actually getting off was the first. "In the corridors, yeah?"
It hummed in agreement. "I can feel you more intensely when you are inside. Your pleasure feeds my own."
"That's fine." Spike agreed with a nod. Despite the original terror he felt upon being taken inside the corridors, he knew now that 'Michael' didn't intend to eat him in any ways he didn't actively want and would one hundred percent consent to. The being hadn't even tried to trap him again despite its occasional teasing of eating the vampire. "I'm willing to go inside in the future. But looking at the bigger picture. If you can't figure out your body enough to hold shape then we're gonna be stuck with foreplay forever and never actually fuck."
"You want that." It spoke the question as a statement, sure tone and all despite the static that had seeped back into its seemingly confident words. With the return of the masking static Spike could tell the little concentration it had tried to keep for the serious conversation was slipping. Eye contact was quickly being lost as its head slowly tipped upwards to contemplate the shapes of the wood grain above their heads.
"Yes, Michael, I want us to fuck. Not hugely fussed about who buggers who but I'm quite fond of the process."
It hummed again in contemplation as it stared at the spiralling patterns of the canopy. Spike was sure his bed hadn't had spiralled wood grain on the canopy when he first brought it to his crypt, he was almost confident it had all been straight lines to start with, but he'd long since given up trying to process the changes to his home that came with having a reality bending lover share his space.
"I would be willing to try." It hummed again, this one sounding a little more human than mismatched mimicry. "I can make no promises."
"That's fine, Love. I just want to do it with you, which ever form you take during."
It smirked down at him daringly, sharp teeth slipping through its wide lips. "Even if I were to become completely unknowable in fractals?"
"As long as you did it inside of me and we both got off on it, I'd put up with the headache of trying to process you. As I said, what's a little pleasure without a little pain?"
"You say the sweetest things." Its laugh then was the brightest of things, made entirely of a canary's song, icing sugar and the shade of yellow-orange the sky turns just before the sun appears on the horizon. It made shivers run through Spike's bones and his tongue tingle with the phantom taste. He smiled softly at earning it from his lover. It wasn't always the easiest to get such delight out of the being that it mixed nicely into all the senses and Spike eagerly anticipated it every time, licking his lips as if he could chase the fading sensation.
"Do you feel up to trying now?" He asked as 'Michael' turned its head back down to him fully.
It titled its head in contemplation as it assessed its own form and mental abilities. "No." It answered after a long pause.
"Okay." He nodded, doing his best to keep the disappointment out of his tone.
He must not have done the best job as 'Michael' felt the need to continue for him. "Now is hard. I am not prepared to have more of a body."
"That's alright, Love, I did kinda corner you with this."
"Later. I will practice being right." The 'for you' went unsaid but it wasn't necessary to make Spike's heart swell.
If that wasn't the dearest thing someone had ever said to him. 'Michael' struggled to have a body that even vaguely resembled a human, but he was gonna put effort in to practice just for him. Just so Spike could actually make love to his partner. Spike had loved Drusilla with all his being, but he knew his sire would never have even contemplated changing herself just for him. It had always been Spike having to make compromises for her.
Bloody hell, 'Michael' made him so soft sometimes. There was no way for Spike to put to words what that promise alone meant to him so he quickly shot forward, crashing their lips together to show it with his actions.
'Michael' eagerly took Spike's lips with its own, glad to be back with its intended plans for the evening.
Spike tangled his fingers into the curls at the back of 'Michael's' head, always loving the feeling of the soft ringlets trying to spring themselves back together around his fingers. 'Michael's' body rocked forward above him sending a wave of friction through his cock that made him groan.
It laughed into the kiss causing vibrations to tickle his lips. "So eager for someone who caused the delay." It teased, fingers back to their original task of freeing Spike from his jeans.
"Fuck off." Spike grumbled around its lips, tightening his grip in the being's hair in warning, just enough so it didn't go onto the wrong side of pleasure vs pain, not that 'Michael' ever seemed to mind which side of the line it sat on.
"No." It laughed again delightfully at the gasp it caused when its false fingers met his sensitive skin. "I think I'll fuck you instead."
Bloody hell. Sharp fingers played with his already hard cock, stroking a nail-like fingertip up from his shaft from balls to tip before tracing a spiral around the top of his dick. The scratching sensation sent shivers down the shaft and up his spine, but it was just on the right side of soft so not to actually cause any damage to the sensitive skin.
'Michael' rocked back, pulling away from their kiss so that it could bring its other hand to its mouth. Spike watched breathless as a far too long tongue slipped out from 'Michael's' mouth to lick at it's fingers. Its spiralled eyes met his and it smirked as it seductively sucked at its long joints. Fuck, Spike didn't know if he could get any harder and 'Michael' knew exactly what it was doing to him. Hand successfully lubricated, it lowered it to wrap around Spike's dick warmly.
"You're maddening, love." Spike admitted breathlessly, focus still intent on the slow deliberate movements of his lover.
"I try."
It leaned in to kiss him again and Spike eagerly put his mouth to use as it began to move its hand around him. Spike nibbled on his partner's lip to stop himself from gasping out as the sensations rolled through him.
'Michael's' warm hand continued to pump him and Spike found himself getting close before too long.
It was only another minute of sensations before Spike collapsed back into the bed panting. Fuck, sex with 'Michael' was literally maddening. Spike had never been the type to go numb with pleasure before but 'Michael' could sure make him black out every orgasm. They just always felt more with 'Michael'. It wasn't just his cock that felt sensitive under the being's touches.
He felt 'Michael' shifting on top of him and assumed the being was settling down, it always liked to just stay close after sex. Spike had assumed, the first time, it had been so cuddly because it wasn't used to the exhaustion that came with coming. Had even assumed correctly it wasn't very used to the experiences that came with sex. But he was still proved incorrect when it continued to snuggle with him even when it was just Spike that got off. The fear avatar was simply a cuddly being.
Spike was so distracted in his post coital bliss he completely missed 'Michael' settling itself between his legs. He was quickly shocked into awareness of its plans when he felt a wet fleshy appendage lick at his extra sensitive shaft.
"Fuck." He gasped out, hand shooting out to blindly to find the cause only to find 'Michael's' head ready at his crotch.
It laughed against him sending pleasurable vibrations into his skin. "Not too tired already, little one?" It teased, stretching its head to look up at him from around his steadily re-hardening cock.
Bloody hell, Spike was already pretty proud of his stamina and recovery times this was especially quick as just the sight of 'Michael's' head so close to his cock was enough to get him ready again.
"Who you bloody calling little?" He snapped, hands curling around its hair in answer to its dare. He didn't give a crap that it was technically ancient compared to his century, Michael was bloody younger than him and he made up a pretty big part of its being.
The laugh it gave was dizzying on so many layers that Spike had to lean back heavily into the bed to steady himself. 'Michael' took advantage of his disorientation to lick at him again, tongue rough against his tip. "Good." It purred smugly, "I'm still hungry."
Spike could barely process the shot of arousal and fear that pierced though him at those words when 'Michael's' mouth was suddenly around him. Hell, he had thought the being's hands were warm around him but it was nothing on the feeling of its mouth. It was an inferno of pleasure as it slid down his shaft and took him into itself entirely. Spike knew 'Michael's' mouth was not designed as it should be inside, but he thought he felt the back of its throat as it paused down to his base. It stayed like that, with Spike's entire cock stolen away in its mouth for several moments, licking it greedily from inside with a tongue that seemed able to spiral around his entire girth.
"Michael." Spike gasped out, lost to the warmth. "Ah!" Its answering hum was torture around him and he could already feel himself getting close again before it had even moved around him.
It seemed to gather this wasn't a time for slow teasing as it quickly got to work lifting its head up and down him. The feel of its lips as they caressed his shaft was glorious and Spike's head soon began buzzing with the feeling of ecstasy again.
"Michael, I--" A gasp broke his words as 'Michael' seemed to swallow around him, muscles contracting around his length and squeezing just right that Spike didn't get to finish his warning before he came still balls deep in 'Michael's' mouth. Not that the avatar minded, swallowing purposefully this time and licking any excess away as it slowly brought itself up from him.
It licked its lips as it leaned up and away from its panting lover. He always tasted so sweet when he came. And looked it too. 'Michael' couldn't help but admire the messy form of the vampire, come completely undone in pleasure by its actions. Perfect. And all 'Michael's'. It crawled up the bed to settle next to the vampire, nuzzling its head into his shoulder with a purr of satisfaction.
"Fuck, Michael." Spike gasped out as he turned over to pull his lover closer to him. He swore he wasn't this much of a cuddler before 'Michael'. But the feeling of his lover warm against him was everything. The being was a bad influence on him. "I love you."
'Michael' purred in delight and its body literally melted into Spike's embrace. "You are my love. My deepest Desire."
It's a good thing Spike hadn't had any plans for that night. They stayed cuddled together until he eventually dozed back off before sunrise.