I really can't believe I'm posting this and refuse to take any
responsibility for it! I blame Helen......
It's thankfully short, be grateful for small mercies:)

Title: Cold Passion
Author: K9
Fandom: No comment:)
Rating: NC-17...definitely!! Yes, I *am* serious!
Email address: kaynyne@cableinet.co.uk  
Status: Complete
Series/Sequel: No
Category: Humour
Author's website: http://www.skeeter63.org/k9kennel/ 

Archive: Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!  
Warning: Unbetaed and written in 20 minutes . You have been warned!
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they belong to other people who
probably won't want them back now I've mucked around with them.

Cold Passion

by K9

The older man lifted the slender young body onto the bed; he was
surprisingly light despite his musculature. Cool lips met his and he smiled
as he gently lowered himself down onto the naked form beneath him.

Flesh, chilly to the touch but so smooth and soft, almost hairless yet
deliciously male quivered at his caresses. A low moan echoed through the
room and the younger man arched into the touch, hooking his legs desperately
about his mate's waist, silently begging to be taken, be used and claimed.

The older man ran his fingers through his partner's crop of blonde hair,
leaning in once again to taste his lips while the heavy, pounding flesh
between them grew and hardened.

"Hurry!" the blonde begged, "I need you to fuck me, *hurry*!"

"Patience!" the older man whispered, his voice like silk against his
partners skin. He wouldn't be rushed, this was to be savoured and enjoyed
and no amount of youthful need and enthusiasm would spoil his pleasure
tonight of all nights.

He kissed the younger man's face, each eyelid, the bridge of a prominent
nose, angular cheekbones; so sculpted like alabaster that any supermodel
would give her surgically lifted rear to own them, those sweet inviting lips
which fell away into a noble chin and a graceful curve of throat.
He could lose himself in this man, fall into those eyes and never want to
crawl back to reality such was his need.

The smooth chest beneath him heaved with the effort of controlling the pure
unadulterated lust raging through every fibre of the younger man's being and
he chuckled. Age might have worn at his body but his passion had not dimmed
with the passing years.

The older man took an already hard nipple into his mouth and suckled like a
baby; thrilling as the body beneath him bucked in response.

This was going to be so good.

Glancing down he saw a stiff column rising tantalizingly from a bed of
chestnut curls, the urge to taste it was almost overwhelming and he dipped
his head to swipe his tongue swiftly across it.
The young man strangled a yell, his panting now a succession of sobs and as
a warm mouth engulfed his aching cock he cried out, biting down hard on his
tightly balled fist.

"Please...please!" he begged.

Clearly this was not to be a long slow loving, the youth needed to be taken
hard, he needed the power and experience of an older lover to punish his
body and make him feel complete.

Seeing the twisted ecstasy on that pale, beautiful face the older man pulled
away and prepared himself. If this impatient youth wanted to be fucked he
would oblige.

Watching as his swollen shaft slipped effortlessly into the pale young body
of his partner, the older man sighed a deep, resounding sigh of satisfaction
while the delicious warmth engulfed him.
He grasped the heavy cock lying hard against a pale belly and began to
stroke it to completion. He wanted-- no needed-- for them both to come
together, to feel the rush, the blind orgasmic fury of their coupling.
Harder, he built a rhythm, harder he pushed, almost punishing the young man
for his beauty and desirability and damn him, for his youth.

The pallid cock wept in frustration, pulsed and trembled and the young
blonde shivered in delight.

"Yes!!" he hissed as he spewed the warm sticky results of his need onto his
own chest, crying out as changes began to reform his features. His forehead
grew heavier, his nostrils flared and long, slender fangs slid between those
sweet lips.

Pulling away quickly and falling back onto the bed the older man gasped, "I
don't believe it!" Victor Meldrew exclaimed, "You're a bloody vampire! Get
out of here you blood sucking little pervert. Bloody vampires are getting
everywhere these days, even the man behind the fish counter in Tesco's
turned out to be a bloody vampire on Thursday, I go Thursday because it's
pension day..."

^v^ ^v^ ^v^

Spike sat up so fast that his head spun. He was covered in a cold sweat, his
vampire pale skin even more clammy and chilled than usual.

"Bloody hell, what a dream!" he rubbed at his face and shook his head to
remove the awful vision burned into the back of his eyes.

He'd been fucked by Victor Meldrew.

"I have *got* to go and bite someone. I knew it was a mistake having that
wino on Halloween, it really buggers up my biorhythms!"

Slipping from his crypt he hurried into the night to join the festivities
that made Sunnydale ring with laughter on this night of All Hallows Eve.

The End

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