Drabblememe Drabble - Norrington/Spike

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This wrote itself so swiftly-eagerly-tidalwavely that I was left feeling somewhat shellshocked.  Enjoy.

 

Norrington/Spike

- for aradiria

Too close - close enough that James would back away - dignity be damned - if the rough stones of the wall were not already pressed cold into his back. But they are.

The platinum-blond vampire - predator - raises an eyebrow in open invitation, favouring the Commodore with an easy grin that would make - has made - better men than him melt with desire. Spike was...

And No.

With the ingrained dignity and reserve - discipline - of the Royal Navy, he drags his mind back into focus; he is Commodore James Lysander Norringtion and he has no intention whatsoever of becoming anyone or anything’s dinner.

Stubborn green eyes rise to meet laughing, deadly blue. "No, you cannot bite me," he informs the vampire coldly.

Spike moves closer. "Oh pet" he whispers delightedly, his breath tickling Norrington's throat. "I do love reverse psychology."

And he’s lost. As fangs sink deep into his neck and his head tips unresistingly back, and he is pinned hard against the wall by the full lithe length of the vampire’s body, James thinks dazedly that perhaps being dinner isn’t such a bad idea after all.

***

A moan escapes his lips, his hips bucking involuntarily against the vampire’s, and Spike pulls back, laughing - breathlessly, triumphantly - and kisses him, letting James taste the copper tang of his own blood. His features shift from gold eyes and demon bumps to human blue and chiselled smoothness, and James can’t be thinking clearly because his blood - what’s left of it - is roaring in his veins, and he doesn’t fight - doesn’t even want to - as Spike’s clever fingers find their way into his trousers and tug gently to bring them down around James’ feet - and you can’t get much more vulnerable than this.

His hair is falling in wisps across his face - or is it Spike’s face - and his wig is lost somewhere down in the dirt, but it doesn’t matter - not with Spike’s hand cool around his cock, Spike’s fingers inside - stretching him, preparing him - pulling out and please don’t stop don’t... only to be replaced by the vampire’s hard cock. It’s fast and hard and dizzying and James melts into Spike as he comes too soon, screaming his release into the vampire’s mouth. Spike tears his head away with a gasp, pulls almost completely out of James and slams back in hard, teeth ripping into the human’s shoulder as Spike comes inside him and the world dissolves in a shower of sparks.

James is limp against him, warm and dishevelled and almost unconscious. Spike blinks slowly, waiting as his memory filters into action. "Oh. Fuck." Which is mostly amazement, because this hasn’t happened before, not like this, and damn James is a mess and had better bloody well be okay because he really wants to do the same thing again in the near future.

Green eyes open ever so slowly, still fogged with sleep and passion. "Oh yes," James breathes reverently. "Yes."