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03 March 2008 @ 06:36 pm
In the Details (1/1)  
Title: In the Details
Author: ClawofCat
Timing: Post-NFA
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Warnings: Anal, rimming, wanking, etc.
Summary: Unabashed PWP. Spike gets a thorough seeing to from a girl who’s very dedicated to getting him off.
 
A/N: Of course, while I’m writing a midterm paper on Trauma, this bunny comes to me. Written for feedmykink’s March kink of the month “cock and balls.” There is arguably far more than just that in this piece *g*. I feel dirty...

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No profit is gained from my writerly endeavors and no copyright infringement is intended.
 
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“How’s this?” The press of her fingers inside him sends a small shudder coursing through him. She moves slowly, methodically rotating her wrist from side to side as he lifts himself up and pushes back.
 
“’S good,” he whispers. His eyes drop closed when her other hand comes up to pet his flank, a long caress that starts at his waist, glides over his ass, and ends at his thigh. He flinches when she unashamedly scoops up his balls, and presses them gently. The warmth of her palm and knowing squeezes causes them to tingle.  
 
Spike shifts and eases up on one knee to relieve the pressure on his cock where it lays pressed flush between his stomach and the bed. Dabs of precum paint his abs, which ripple as he clenches his muscles and bears down on her hand. When she withdraws her fingers, he involuntarily thrusts forward, his cock tunneling through air. There’s a light laugh on her breath when he feels her lips at his hip, and she nips him lightly, suckling on the tender, thin skin along the bone.
 
“Do you want me to go deeper?” she asks, and corkscrews her fingers in a little harder to find out for herself.
 
“Fuck! Yeah, like that,” he groans and flexes his hips back. His over-eager snap dislodges her mouth from his skin.
 
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she notes wryly, and picks up the rhythm, so that he rocks forward on every thrust, the globes of his ass juddering with the movement.
 
While she keeps up her steady assault, he can feel her maneuver herself over the back of his thigh, her bare sex hugging his leg. She squeezes and relaxes her muscles experimentally, the down of her curls catching on the fine hair dusting his legs.     
 
Craning his neck back to look at her over his shoulder, he gives her a dangerous grin, his tongue curling behind his teeth between pants. “Gonna put me to good use, then?” he gets out, and bounces his thigh slightly to jostle her where she sits astride him.
 
“You better believe it.” He groans when she grinds down against his leg in counterpoint to the fingers busily working his ass. Her light thrashes cause a thin line of arousal to wet his thigh. With less drag, he can distinctly feel her swollen clit skimming across skin. The soft sucking noise that her movements generate brings him ever closer to release.
 
Spreading his cheeks wider, Dawn watches the three fingers of her right hand emerge and disappear into Spike’s ass. He’s straining now, meeting her thrusts, so she tones the pace back a hair. She doesn’t want this to be over too quickly.
 
A light pinch to his rear gets his attention. “Give me a cock report. On a scale of 1 to explode, how close are you?”
 
It takes him a few seconds to compose himself. He licks his lips before he answers. His open-mouthed moans have dried him out, made his throat itch.
 
“Nearly there,” he gruffly pants. His asshole seizes up around her fingers for a moment, but she slows to a shallow thrust to keep him on the edge where she wants him.
 
Stopping altogether, she leans forward along his back, her breasts brushing against his shoulder blades until her lips are close to his ear. The change in angle forces her finger ramrod against his prostate. Her teeth lightly latch onto the lobe when a ragged moan erupts from his throat. She laughs under breath as she drums the spot with her fingers, and watches him buck up and squirm beneath her.
 
“Grab your cock. Stroke it,” she demands. Her tongue swarms into his ear as he reaches down to grasp his dick. Leaning to one side, she checks to see if he did it. When it’s clear that he has – the slight jerk of his body signaling that his left hand is hard at work beating himself off – her teeth rake along the back of his neck.
 
“Imperious little bitch,” Spike mutters, his breathe catching when she sucks and bites down on the sensitive flesh. “Not that I’m complaining,” he adds quickly when she draws away.
 
As she eases off his back, her tongue trailing a path along the bumps of his spine, and moves directly behind him, Dawn coaxes him up onto hands and knees. Drawing back to peer between his thighs, she can see him working the root of his cock at a leisurely pace, his balls swaying slightly with his strokes. His head is bent, too, watching.    
 
Dropping her cheek against his ass, she turns to press her lips against the V of his back. “Prepare for lift-off,” she sings. It’s all the warning he gets before she slams back into him.
 
Her thrusts are hard and fast, relentless and rapid. The expletives that escape Spike’s mouth are some of filthiest and most colorful she’s heard yet.
 
“Oh, bloody fuck – !” he cries out, his hand racing hers when a hot, swirling sensation starts in his groin and blots out all other feeling.
 
When his balls draw up, and all he can manage to get out are strangled sobs and pleas, she withdraws her fingers quickly. A protest would rise, but then her tongue is in him, and her fist is tugging on his sac, and the tips of her fingers brush his where he’s milking himself with everything he has.
 
He vamps when he comes, snarling and snapping, and burrowing his face in a pillow to muffle his screams. His fingers shake with the force of his grip around his prick when the tremors start to subside.
 
By the time he sinks with exhaustion flat onto his stomach, the sheets and his spendings stuck to his belly, he remembers Dawn, who’s been so very quiet. He sighs when she continues to lap his asshole with feather-light touches. It’s the rim of her thumb making a half-moon rotation around his hole that causes him to whimper.
 
“You’re a dream, you know that?” he lisps through his fangs.
 
His voice is hushed and reverent. She raises her head slowly when she hears the heartfelt awe directed at her.
 
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she teases, and crawls up the mattress to lie next to him. When she touches the ridges of his face, he opens his amber eyes and leans in to kiss her.
 
“Look. You bit right through the pillow,” Dawn notes with a hint of amusement, fingering the two small puncture marks dotting the pillowcase. “They don’t tell you that in the primer for vampire shagathons, you know.”
 
“Blighters always forget something,” Spike laughs, his face returning to his human mask. “Might want to make note of it in that lil book you carry about. Beauty’s in the details.”
 
“For posterity,” she agrees, reaching over the side of the bed for the notebook in question. Twining her hair around his wrist in tight spools, his hand drops to weigh her breast while she diligently scribbles. A smile starts to form on her lips when he pinches her nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers. As soon as his mouth takes their place, and his hands slide between her legs, she drops the ledger onto the comforter altogether.
 
“You know, Niblet,” Spike whispers conversationally, his palms kneading her inner thighs, “I don’t think when the Council asked you to document vampire rituals and behaviors, they had this quite in mind.”
 
“Probably not,” she admits smugly, “but clinical, removed observation really just doesn’t cut it these days.”
 
Pressing her thighs open, Spike parts the flowering, moist lips of her pussy. She sighs when his thumbs rub light circles into the tissues surrounding her entrance.
 
“That so?”
 
“Yeah,” she mutters, her back arched when his thumb slides into her. “My methodology. Much better.”     


 
 
 
shawty got flava like a peach lifesaver: btvs: spike look uponly_passenger on March 4th, 2008 12:21 am (UTC)
good. so good.

i feel so wrung out and tired and i know i won't be able to properly fb this, but i wanted to say that i read it, and liked it very much, especially their bit of conversation at the end. i like spike and dawn together more and more, in any capacity, and stuff like that pins it down for me. where hot meets cute with an edge.

long day.

xoxo
ClawofCat: special hellclawofcat on March 4th, 2008 01:19 am (UTC)
I was working on my paper this afternoon, dropped my book on "Social Suffering," and just banged this out. Nothing premeditated or carefully crafted about it. I just wanted to write a wee bit of smut.

That said, I'm so thrilled you like it! Even if it was half-assed. I love the conversation at the end, too. I wanted there to be some humor in this.

I actually started writing an anonymous female character, and about 500 words in decided it should be Dawn. I won't lie. Your eager little plea/suggestion about a post-Chosen Spawn continuation to "Truth Discovered" was def an influence on this. As was your recent thigh humping with mr. *g*
The Anti-OTPsnowpuppies on March 4th, 2008 01:34 am (UTC)
Guh!

Oh, my...there just aren't words. Seriously. No words.


“You’re a dream, you know that?” he lisps through his fangs.

I love how Spike's reverence shows through the smut - Dawn's probably the only woman he's ever been with that is really *with* him and that can focus on pleasing *him*, instead of having a Spike-shaped dildo (as pleasing as the image may be. Oh, my. That is a hot image. *pants*)

But yes. Mmmmm. Spawn.

ClawofCat: spawn trustclawofcat on March 4th, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)
Oh, my...there just aren't words. Seriously. No words.
Hee hee. I'll take speechless anyday.

Yeah, I really wanted this particular bit of smut to be about Spike's pleasure, and him getting it without ultimatums and angst. Spike gets fucked every which was til Sunday in this fandom, but a lot of the time it's not thoroughly enjoyable. If anyone can give him true affection, I think it would be Dawn. She's a dirty little lady here, but she's also sweet to him. Note: there's always consent in this fic. She asks him what he likes whereas, as you say, Spike is often so busy pleasing others, it leaves no time for his own needs. Bless her heart.

*sigh* Maybe I'll get inspired to work on the uber-angst continuation of TD soonish.
mere ubu: spike bulge 2mere_ubu on March 4th, 2008 02:48 am (UTC)
Oh my! Sooo freakin' hot. I've never really wanted to see Spike and Dawn together, but you certainly sell it well. And the request for a cock report--hee! (So much more attractive than those pesky weather reports.) Thanks for this.

ClawofCat: CoC Spikeclawofcat on March 4th, 2008 03:10 am (UTC)
*snorts* That icon is very apropos.

"The cock report says that this one's set to be a sizzler."
Agreed! I think it would be far more interesting than discussions surrounding cumulus clouds. It's always fun to work a bit of humor into fics where possible.

That's great that I sold Spawn to you. There's really not a lot of info about how they got into their situation or the background of their relationship, so I'm particularly proud I could sell solely on dirty secks. I'm a wee bit rusty.

As for the hot... never enough rimming and menstrual play in this fandom, IMO. *stares of dreamily* Oops. Did I give away my favorite kinks?
mere ubu: spike pornmere_ubu on March 4th, 2008 04:44 am (UTC)
Heh. "In other news, today's cock report says it's going to be another scorcher out there!" Clearly the commercial news outlets have failed to reach out to the niche market of perverted fangirls.

OK, bookmarking this right. Now! :)
ldyavalon: Spike-Dawnldyavalon on March 7th, 2008 11:12 am (UTC)
I'm not really a fan of Spawn either, but this was just amazing!!

I'd really like to red more of this :)
ClawofCat: Spawn shagclawofcat on March 7th, 2008 04:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks for taking a chance on this, hun. It can be a little nerve-wracking dabbing one's foot into unchartered pairing territory =)

Out of curiosity, what made this incarnation of the chararcters work for you? A few other people have mentioned that they don't normally like the pairing either, but enjoyed this. Whatever the "it" factor is, I'd like to keep it in mind when I write them again.

While I have no thoughts on continuing this, per se, I left it open enough, should I have a bunny, to work out some more ideas with this version of Spike and Dawn. They're cute and happy together, which makes me go aw.
ldyavalonldyavalon on March 7th, 2008 06:14 pm (UTC)
The thing is, I don't really like Dawn. In the show for me she's a spoilt little brat.

But I liked yours because she's left the spoilt brat behind, but there is still that love from the show. And Spike can laugh with her, which is soemthing I can't really see him doing with Buffy :)
ClawofCat: Spawn BFFclawofcat on March 7th, 2008 06:45 pm (UTC)
Great! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I appreciate it.
louise39: y Dawnlouise39 on August 12th, 2008 12:31 am (UTC)
Erotic!
I won't read Spawn except for you.

This was a good pairing story in spite of my misgivings because Dawn seemed older [not a teen or a winge or just a little Buffy sister] and the purpose - the watcher log- provided a worthy reason for the talking and action.

I wonder why Buffy could not be viewed like this? Is it because of their prior history that she can't be cute anymore?
ClawofCat: dawn jailbaitclawofcat on August 15th, 2008 04:37 am (UTC)
Thanks for taking a chance on this! A lot of people are a lttle iffy on the Spawn pairing, but I love writing them together as both friends and lovers (of a sort). I think they have a very beautiful emotional dynamic with each other that's both caring and understanding. That's not something that either of them receive very often.

I very rarely (if ever?) write them having penetrative sex though. Kinky things, like this bad boy, really get me just so. There's something about sexuality divorced from intercourse that I just really dig and I feel very comfortable exploring that with them. Dawn is older here, too. I was thinking at least 20 and the ending came to me quite at random. I was just out to write some rimming and the reasoning behind it all just sort of wrote itself.

Buffy's been hardened over the years and as we saw her on the show, I don't think she could have moments quite like this. Perhaps she could recapture some of her youthful joy and playfulness post-NFA if the circumstances of her life were a little different, but the charming naivete she had with Angel was pretty much dashed after that ended.

As always, you have wonderful comments.
zodiac_sign: pic#120463013zodiac_sign on July 19th, 2013 10:49 pm (UTC)
Wow! You go Dawn, you dirty girl, you! :P What you said is true; Spike is usually there to make other people's fantasy come to life than his own. That's a real shame, if you ask me! *grin*

Bravo :)
ClawofCat: spike pleasureclawofcat on August 12th, 2013 02:55 am (UTC)
Yes, I certainly have a soft spot for Spike and while he does get beat on in my fics, I try to sprinkle my pairings with some pleasure for him too. Whenever I wrote him with Dawn, it was always tender and a relationship more of equals as I felt they resonated best emotionally with each other.

I take it you're a Spawn fan then? I have a bunch of Spawn and Dawn-centric fic recs up top on my glossary under "2009 Buffyverse Top 5 Fic Recs." Def some great stuff in there.