Title: Hot Flashes
Fandom: Pairing: Buffy: Spike/Xander
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Vamp!Xander, bondage, knifeplay, extreme waxplay, iceplay, and an enema.
Summary: Five ways Spike and Xander add heat to their relationship.
Notes: Written for day one of mini_wrimo, using prompt 25: Temperature Play on my kink_bingo card, and once again dipping my toes into my ever-expanding baby!vamp!Xander 'verse. (Can be read as standalone(s).)
Spike froze, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in Xander's unexpectedly warm arse.
"Xander, what the…?"
Knees up around his ears, Xander attempted a casual shrug.
"You used to talk about how much you enjoyed fucking my hot ass, how amazing it felt to slide your cock into all that tight, clinging heat. I just- I found this enema kit for sale online…"
Spike withdrew his fingers and grabbed his cock, lining up and pushing in with rough care.
"I don't love you any less now you ain't got a pulse, you daft git. Still, since you've gone to all this trouble…"
"Jesus, Spike! What the fuck?!"
Xander fought against the chains that held him in place, trying to evade whatever it was that Spike was attempting to shove up his ass. He was all for playing with toys - had carved their large, ornate toy chest himself - but this thing burned every time it touched his skin.
"What's the matter, Pet? You just got finished telling me how much you love grape popsicles. You spent the last three bloody hours nagging and whining at me for missing them off the grocery list. Said you'd do anything if I went and got 'em…"
Spike developed an inordinate fondness for hot tubs in an amazingly short time.
When Xander had first seen it, out in their latest high-end meal's backyard, Spike hadn't been impressed by the idea of sharing an open air bath. Truth be told, he'd stuck to showers since his sojourn in the Watcher's tub. But his Xander could be incredibly persuasive.
"Wait! Let me set the TiVo for…"
Xander complained loudly about missing Heroes, but he didn't actually resist as Spike dragged him out to the deck.
"I'm beginning to think you love those water jets more than you love me."
They discover the joys of saunas soon after leaving their inaugural hot tub behind.
Through trial and error, close calls and the occasional bloodbath, they quickly learn to choose the perfect location, the optimum hour. While scouting out a new town, a new temporary haunt, they'll find the perfect spa, the sweet-spot sauna, the one that will give them time enough for a slow, sensuous, steamy fuck while delivering semi-regular walk-in snacks throughout the night.
They fuck quietly in full view of the door, knowing anyone who steps inside will see them, and freeze. That's all the time they need.
Spike always chooses beeswax candles when it's time to play. He loves the feel of them, the texture, the melting point.
He loves the yelps and the high-pitched keening he can drag from Xander as he drips and drops and dribbles that molten fire across his body.
He loves the weals, the striations, the beautiful patterns he can raise on his boy's inhumanly pale skin.
He loves the way Xander shudders at the touch of cold steel as Spike wields a blade to pry the waxy carapaces from the tender skin they produce, they protect.
And then it's Spike's turn.
Mini-nanowrimo word count: 500