Battle Adaptation
Author: Denny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A vampire and a god enter into a series of
battles to better understand the other's needs, desires and weaknesses. Oh
sure...this is pure PWP, very little plot, but plot. We have some
underlining character analysis and development of Illyria primarily. But
this is about connecting.
Pairings: Spike/Illyria
Author Notes: This is canon through AtS Origins.
Illyria is still a full-powered god, with the time travel ability in tact.
But it's most definitely AU and was inspired by the first sparing session
scene between Spike and Illyria.
Dedication: Hey, this is
for me. Who else is there? You, the readers, of course, and also my
marvelous beta, SpikeNDru.
Status: Completed. But this
may evolve into a series of ficlets. But each one will work as a
stand-alone tale.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the
characters. Joss Whedon, the genius, and the actors who portray his
characters with such depth and passion, are the inspiration for this
story. I borrow. This is my little plot, my daydream, my metaphor.
Session One
"What is it that you think, half-breed?" Illyria circled Spike, watching his graceful movements as he jabbed, retreated, and occasionally landed blows to her face, chest and stomach. Of course, she easily countered his flurry of punching hands and legs, spins and kicks. But a sudden smack usually from his left would connect, and she'd see tiny stars shift through space. Ah...Spike was learning.
"Do you believe I care about what happens next in this pitiful dimension of fools who crave so little and receive so much from mere expectations?"
"Oh, goddess, you are bloody beautiful when you are angry." Spike smiled as he continued to bounce and jab. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, Spike, there is no pain, here."
Raising her arms, Illyria turned suddenly and dropped to the floor, catching herself with hands and feet spinning as her legs hit Spike in the knees knocking him to the ground hard. And as gracefully as she had slid under him, she was instantly on her feet, standing over his sprawled body.
"In this world, I am a watcher...observing the feeble games of humans and half-breeds. I am mostly disgusted with what I see. But you are oddly comforting though foolishly caught in a souled body that seems more..."
His left leg snapped forward, catching her right ankle causing her to stumble then fall forward onto the prone Spike.
"More what...Blue? What is it you believe you see in me, pet?" Spike held her by the shoulders tightly his arms slightly bent, her face was close to his. He definitely noticed the instant her body began to relax against him. He was ready, and waiting for her counter move. But she didn't move.
"You have no reflection. You cannot see who you are, and you cannot change what you cannot see. But without sight, you should have no perspective on existence in this plane. Yet you do"
Illyria 's mouth formed a quizzical smile.
"You are so different yet so much the same as your leader."
"Leader...you mean Angel? Oh my dear girl, I follow no man or beast or pouncey vampire for that matter...I am my own man"
"In my kingdom there were no men. There were simply slaves, and you would have been my personal servant, trained to do my bidding, and elicit the kind of dedication rarely found and remembered in this dimension."
"Okay, mighty blue, I believe we've had enough of the game for today," Spike pushed her from him as he rolled and rose to his feet, straightening his duster, and searching for his clip board. Illyria remained on the floor.
"I wish to touch you without fists, vampire. I wish to feel your humanity, and if you so desire, I will remove your need to regret your past. I can give you back your beast."
"Shall we say, abrupt, pet" Spike stood completely still. He was actually surprised, but curious nonetheless.
"Please goddess of the blue night, please explain why I would want you to remove my regret."
"Silence, just be silent and let me let you see who you are."
"No."
Spike started to move from her. She still lay awkwardly on the floor, staring up at him with the largest bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She looked...he paused...she really looked beautiful, radiant even. He extended his hand to help her up.
"No...remove your clothing. I want to see your bare shell. I want to touch you without causing pain to your form."
Spike watched as Illyria 's own shell seemed to absorb the coverings of her body, and in seconds she lay nude at his feet.
"I want to feel your skin against mine, and to feel you inside me. I want you to use your hands, your stalk and your mouth to bruise my flesh inside and outside until your body convulses releasing its energy into my pool."
"Okay...I believe you just asked me to fuck you."
"No, fornication is not my desire. I wish to teach you to see yourself without mirrors."
"What the hell does that mean?" Spike whispered as he pulled off his duster, his black t-shirt, his boots and jeans.
"Come lay next to me, and I will show you."
Spike dropped to his knees, captured by the intensity of her blue eyes.
Moving, nearly crawling closer to him, she extended her hand and touched his cock lightly. It reached for her.
"I will taste it."
Her mouth was hotter than anything he'd ever felt, and Spike closed his eyes as a slow moan rose in his chest, reaching his lips and stretching out through his finger tips.
She was able to take him completely into her mouth; his cock and scrotum were all inside her throat while her lips and tongue continued to move ceaselessly. It was amazing to be covered so completely. He spread his knees and leaned back resting on his hands. His head fell backward, and he began to pump her mouth slowly at first, then realizing he couldn't hurt her; he thrust hard, and harder.
"God...please god...stop, Illyria ."
He didn't really want her to stop. He just needed to say it, and she knew it. So she didn't stop. Instead, Illyria grabbed his ass, pulling him in closer, which Spike felt certain was impossible. She never stopping sucking, licking and loving his cock and his balls in her mouth. Spike stared at the ceiling, feeling certain that he would turn to ash when he came. This couldn't last much longer. He couldn't last much longer.
He looked down and her hips were lifting and swaying in sequence with his thrusts into her mouth.
He hadn't noticed until now, but they had moved across the floor. Still on his knees, his back was against the wall as her mouth and throat continued to work on his hard stalk, wasn't that what she called it.
God...oh my sweet god.
Spike felt his stomach tighten, and his balls drew back from her slightly, but she continued to suck and caress him with wetness and desire that was inhuman.
Oh yeah, a god is giving me head, and I wonder why it's different from anything else I've ever experienced.
"Illyria...oh god... Illyria ...I'm coming...oh...oh....oh...oh my god... Illyria ." Spike could only whisper her name as his orgasm traveled from his stomach through his cock and into her mouth. His arms, feet and fingers tensed and released, and then tensed and released again, and yet again, he came and came and came.
Finally, he looked down, and she stared into his eyes.
"Next you will come inside me."
"Okay."
The End