When One Explains
By Trixx

TITLE: When one explains Part 1
AUTHOR: Trixx
Email: nefra2@shaw.ca
Pairing: Whoever… m/m though
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In response to Sofy’s Birthday challenge. This is just the first part, and only has the first five aspects of the challenge the second part will come soon.
Dedication: This is for Sofy on her Birthday, I couldn’t pick a pairing, so I made it… a choose your own pairing.
Disclaimer: I do not own, I merely pervert.

1. When all is said and done.

A single candle glowed softly, barely casting the shadows to the far corners of the room. Darkness hovered here, heat permeated the air, like a sensuous blanket, covering, confining, suffocating… the smell of sex rife in the air.

The two sweaty forms, twisting, tangled in each other, unaware of the rest of the world. The only thing that existed was them, in this room, hands groping, lips seeking, limbs thrashing, panting, heaving, sweating, sensation, being consumed, both forms trying to draw the other one into them-selves, seeking not to be apart, to be one.

Lips frantically meshed, tongues delving, seeking, finding hidden warmth. Hands disappearing below the sheet, a gasp for air, neck arched, head thrown back in a display of wonton abandon.

Abandon. Moving silently, stealthily, skin gliding on skin, satiny smooth, slippery with sweat, wild with desire, moving to the primal beat crashing in waves around them. Abandon. Neither caring of the consequences, lost in the moment. Neither one existing except in the others embrace. Fleeting touches, barest whispers, candle glow illuminating sweat slickened skin, beauty, grace, fulfillment.

2. Beyond the Candle Glow

Heat and desire have a life of their own, growling, clinging, grasping at every available limb, meshing, becoming nothing but the heat, overpowering free will, till it becomes a living thing.

All that’s left is the want, need, touch, scent, air, breathing, panting, gasping, losing, becoming the fire, embracing the flames, rejoicing in them, bathing in them, heat, craving, licking, biting, becoming the flame.

They move in perfect tandem, feline grace, sensuality, heartbreaking tenderness, worshipping as they move, slowly, lost in each other, they are the flame, the fire, dancing to desire’s tune. Silk fetters locking wrists tight, overcome, blindfolded, bound. Lips pressing over heated skin, pressing, loving, worshipping at the altar of pleasure, of gratification. Bound but not broken, loved, worshipped, teased, tormented, overwhelmed, not broken.

Bindings pressing tight, hot, cutting into swelling skin, purple, need, want, delaying gratification, delaying the end, fingers scrabbling, seeking, slickened with desire, moistened in a willing mouth, seeking, searching, finding entrance, pressing, softly, gently, filling, tensing, stroking. A shower of sparks, fly from that single digit, encased so prettily in willing flesh, a gasp, moan, a cry of need, two digits replace one, fire.

Hard, so hard, pressing, pushing, kneading, seeking, finding, flames, desire, heat, need, want… Filled so full, thick, cold, plastic… rubber pressing that spot, hidden pleasure, the secret the body keeps, nudging, consuming flames, desire… want.

Two bodies moving, gliding, seeking the other, one bound, thrashing in need, the other dancing in the flames, barely holding onto control. Filled, writhing, bound, not broken, want, desire, consuming, dancing, playing with the fire.

3. Dancing with the flames.

A quiet night, stars blazing overhead, sultry night, wishing, wanting, I need… I know he’s here, I can feel him, wanting me, his gaze, I know he’s here, I have to be patient, he’ll find me, he always finds me. I can feel the tongue of the flame dancing up my spine, just seconds before I feel his fingers trace the contours of my back, sliding, touching, spreading the fire along my skin. He is the flame, spreading, wanting, needing, consuming, I want to be consumed.

I feel his fingers in mine, the fingers that had been pressed intimately against me, mere hours again, pressed against, me in, me filling me, torturing me. The other hand disappears behind me, brushing the unnoticeable bulge behind me. He placed it there, left it there, wanting me to burn for him. I burn for him. Want him. His hand tugging on mine, leading me into the shadows, behind a tree, he presses me against it, face first, the rough bark a soothing sensation after the icy heat of his skin, he burns me alive, want, need, desire, they consume me, make me, I am what he wills me to be.

I can feel his hand flicking at my jeans button, flicking it open, his hand sensuously sliding the zipper down, his fingers tracing, flicking, I’m so hot, so hard, pressing into me, tracing me, hot, hurt I’m so hard. He presses my jeans down, bearing them down to the ground his tongue coming out to lick at my skin, I can feel myself jump, before the flames dance in his wake, he nips, licks, and kisses his way towards the focal point of all my pleasure, my pain, they are one combined.

My mind shudders and stops when his hand brushes against the hard plastic, my heart stops before I burst into flame, to much, to much, I’m gonna cum on the spot, bound or no, he flicks the rubber again, and I shudder against the tree, clinging, holding myself up, as my knees threaten to give way, rubbing my aching cock against the rough bark, the pain, keeping me here, keeping me sane, I want him, I want him filling me.

He removes it slowly, tormenting me more, and then I feel it, cold, icy cold, pressing where the torment had been, trying to soothe away the pain, and I ache to be filled. He consumes me, dancing along my skin, with slender fingers, touching caressing, soothing, I feel him, pressing into me, soothing the hurt, the aching emptiness, filling me, becoming me, joining, heat desire, filled.

My fingers scrabble at the tree, trying to hold myself upright, as he loves me, tenderly, sweetly, cherishing me, worshipping me with his body, becoming me. I want him in me forever, full, completing me, soothing me, but he brings his hand in front of me, flicking the leather, the snap lets go, and my body follows, heat, desire, flame dancing along my skin and out of my body, shooting, gasping, I can’t stand, he holds me, waits for me, pleasures me.

I sink slowly to my knees, and he’s standing over me, leaning slowly down to take my lips, worship them, devour me, I want to be devoured. I feel his fingers tucking me back into my pants, feel his hands run up my length, taking care of me, grooming me, wanting me. He presses something into my hand, and with a flourish he’s gone.

A small red teddy bear dancing in a bathtub of flames its horn and tail prominent. It’s fitting.

Challenge:

Rating: NC-17 (duh)
Pairing: Any of those: Giles/Xander, Spike/Xander, Angel/Spike, Angel/Xander, Angel/Lindsey, Xander/Lindsey, Gunn/Wes or any combination of the above.

CAN include: (at least 10 of the following)
- A LOT of heated and sweet kisses
- A thong
- Chocolate
- Candles
- A sub (NO BDSM! though)
- A massage
- A cock ring and a butt-plug (*evil grin*)
- Sweet music (in any way or form. You can only mention it if you want, or write a smutty song-fic)
- A love letter
- Three kittens
- A tree
- A gift
- A teddy bear
- Books and a library table
- Winnie the Pooh