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snoggedTitle: 101 Uses For A Barbecue Fork
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Spike/Riley
Word Count: 160
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, violent, dirty, bad, and wrong.
Setting: If it was canon, I'd set it sometime during Buffy Season 7.
Summary: It started with a barbecue fork...
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velvetwhip
A/N: written as part of the Drabble Call I posted.whichclothes requested Spike/Riley and barbecue.
It started with a barbecue fork.
The prongs were slender and sharp, perfect for digging into the soft pink meat of the hot dogs Dawn loved so much. The handle was a thing of beauty, expertly crafted and easy to grip.
It followed with a crunch.
The tines slammed down on the webbing between Spike’s fingers, drawing a bellowing scream from his lips as blood pooled around the entry points. Riley smirked, filled with the same sadistic satisfaction he’d felt when he’d pushed the plastic stake through Spike’s chest a few years ago.
It ended with a grunt.
Riley pushed his body tight against Spike’s, feeling the ridge of Spike’s cock pressing back against him. The arousal surprised him a bit, but he didn’t mind. He knew how much this would burn him, to be this close without getting him off. And after what Spike did to Buffy, Riley couldn’t imagine a better consequence for the wrongness of Spike’s actions.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Spike/Riley
Word Count: 160
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, violent, dirty, bad, and wrong.
Setting: If it was canon, I'd set it sometime during Buffy Season 7.
Summary: It started with a barbecue fork...
Beta: the darling
velvetwhipA/N: written as part of the Drabble Call I posted.
whichclothes requested Spike/Riley and barbecue.It started with a barbecue fork.
The prongs were slender and sharp, perfect for digging into the soft pink meat of the hot dogs Dawn loved so much. The handle was a thing of beauty, expertly crafted and easy to grip.
It followed with a crunch.
The tines slammed down on the webbing between Spike’s fingers, drawing a bellowing scream from his lips as blood pooled around the entry points. Riley smirked, filled with the same sadistic satisfaction he’d felt when he’d pushed the plastic stake through Spike’s chest a few years ago.
It ended with a grunt.
Riley pushed his body tight against Spike’s, feeling the ridge of Spike’s cock pressing back against him. The arousal surprised him a bit, but he didn’t mind. He knew how much this would burn him, to be this close without getting him off. And after what Spike did to Buffy, Riley couldn’t imagine a better consequence for the wrongness of Spike’s actions.