1.
Sugar Kane was something alright. Something alive and blazing
when I was so dead inside and out. Did she actually care a bit about me?
I liked to believe she did. I hung around her concerts a lot once we’d hooked
up, staring. Being stared at. I was used to it, what
with the flames erupting from my chest and all. Caused some trouble here and
there, mostly from fans who couldn’t believe their idol was knocking boots with
something like me. Fuck ‘em. She had the right to
hook up with whoever she chose to – and that was me.
2.
Quick stopover in
3.
Somehow I always wound up with blondes. Sugar was a not quite cuddly armful,
her image demanding thinness and no padding which would end up being visible.
Beautiful girl though, cynical and working the media machine for all she was
worth. Made me wonder if that was how I would have ended up, if I’d stayed with
the band and we’d gotten ahead. Probably. I was
cynical enough about everything else. Lurking around the backstage area as she
went on stage, the press of the screaming minds around me made me long for the
quiet of before my mutation manifested.
4.
Dropped into a club, just for shits and giggles, to see what I could do even
with the bloody chip inside my head. And they called me evil. Compared to some
humans, I was barely even sinful. Far as I was concerned, all I was looking for
was a bit of human fluff, something to fuck and leave behind. Just like they’d be looking to leave me behind. I wasn’t
expecting to see him – Christ, I was surprised I even remembered him. Almost
had my hand on his shoulder before he turned around and I recoiled from the
flames. Mutant.
5.
A tickle of something I didn’t quite recognize ran across my shields, getting
closer and closer. It reminded me of something but I couldn’t remember what. It
got so close I turned around sharply, jacket flaring around my hips and psifire blazing. All I could do was blink for a moment. Shocked.
*Spike?*
The vampire he’d fucked in what seemed like a lifetime
ago. God, so long. He’d been whole and somewhat happy.
Spike had been one of his nights of rough trade. What was he doing here?
Looking like that at him? How dare he fucking get that look?
6.
“Bit of a surprise, mate,” I said, quirking the eyebrow and smirking. As angry
as the boy was, he still wanted me, I could smell it
on him even in the cloud of pheremones that was a
nightclub anyway. Not that it was a surprise. “I’d ask how ya
been doing, but that would be fucking stupid.” Looked him up
and down again, pantsbutton undone and trail of dark
hair leading down into the depths. Toned, pale as he had been before and
just as pretty. Only angrier. “I’ll cut to the chase
then – wanna fuck?” Pretty angry
Gothic boy.
7.
Like watching my past come back to haunt me, but that voice curled its way down
through my memories and straight to my cock. That night...one
night. That’s all he’d wanted. At least Spike was honest about what he
wanted – he wasn’t sure Sugar was the same. Of course, that could be just the
scars speaking. Which was more then likely. This could fuck him up very badly.
But the temptation was too much.
*I’ll just text me gel.*
Enjoyed the startled expression he got from using his telepathy. He’d text
Sugar not to wait around, then they’d get gone.
8.
Once we were out of the club and down a sort of private alleyway, he handed me
a tube from the inside of his jacket, eyes glittering at me before he turned
and dropped trou. Hands against the wall, legs spread
but hobbled and cloth bunched around his knees. The radiance from the fire
inside him made me wish for a moment I still wrote poetry. Rough
prep, lube on my fingers as I fucked him with them before applying more of it
to my hard cock. Sank my fangs into his shoulder as I
slid home inside his body.
9.
Icy fire in my shoulder as I shuddered, crying out into his mind as he thrust
into my arse. Hard and rough, dirty sex in the
alleyway and I writhed against the brick in pleasure. Surprised to find how
much I’d missed this. Cold hard body blanketed against my back, harsh voice
whispering obscenities into my ear as I took what he had to give, liking it
more if it left me bleeding. I dropped one hand to my erection, closing my
fingers around my aching prick as Spike used me. I could feel both of our
orgasms hit us.
10.
Blazing furnace inside, even more then he had been and tighter. How long had it
been since he’d given himself this? Ignored the thought and thrust harder into
his willing body, almost pounding him against the brick wall of the alley.
Murmurs and sobs cascading in my brain before we both came,
died the little death and were reborn. It was like electricity in my mind.
Something he did, with his powers. Christ, mutants. We cleaned up and went our
separate ways again. It was a nice memory to take into the wilds of