Autumn Six | Action | Closed to Spike

[readystopwatch]

[Ianto will be the first to admit that the outdoors aren’t exactly his thing. He’s spent most of his time here in the more inhabited areas, occasionally venturing to the beach but rarely further. So he’s frankly feeling rather proud of himself today for his decision to actually do some hiking, and equally glad that he’s convinced Spike to come along. And if it leads to a chance to investigate the lake after his strange encounter there the other day, well, that’s just an added bonus.

He glances around their cabin one last time before shouldering the backpack that contains as much of a picnic as can be had when half the people involved only drink blood. At least that means it isn’t heavy.]

Right. Shall we?

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[readystopwatch]

“Whatever could possibly give you that impression?”

Even if they didn’t both know how true that statement was the growing hardness where he’s pressed close against Spike’s thigh would more than give it away. He doesn’t close that distance just yet, knowing he’s close enough for Spike to feel the warmth of his skin, the hot rush of his breath.

[sparkandburn]

"Hmn, I don't know. The past five years were a pretty good indication."

He's come to terms with Ianto's desire to turn, understands and even agrees with the logic that fuels it, but damn if he isn't going to miss moments like these. The warmth of a living body so close to him is beyond arousing, but just as much a metaphor for where his life has taken him. It's not the consuming fire of Drusilla, destroying everything in its path, not anything close to his never-to-be memories of Buffy who stoked and sparked the fire in his own soul until it drove him insane. No, this is warmth and security. This is home.

Home, and really sexy. He leans in a fraction closer, basking in the sensation of Ianto's breath on his skin, the intimacy they've built up.

[readystopwatch]

“Shall I try breaking the habit for the next five?”

He’ll miss it, too. It’s the reason he’s dragging his heels in this place, holding onto that life and heat for Spike’s sake as much as his own. They both love it too much to let go of it easily. Jack’s return has been intense and electric and brought all the excitement it always does but in a way it’s just made him feel closer to Spike by comparison. What he has with Jack is all adrenalin and drama - it always has been with the two of them, he’s not sure they really have any other setting. It’s good and it works but this, what he has right now in his arms, he can only describe in the same way as Spike. Home.

Then again they’re on the same page about home and sexy. He twitches his hips forward, pressing harder against him, shivering with pleasure as his growing arousal runs against him while still keeping his lips tantalizingly close waiting to see which of them will give in first.

[sparkandburn]

"Don't you dare."

He breaks in that moment, closing the short distance between them in a heated, desperate kiss. You can only tease him for so long before he gives in and Ianto's always been particularly good at pushing his boundaries to the limit. His hands find Ianto's hips, his back, pulling him in as close as he can.

[readystopwatch]

They have many strengths as a couple. Self-control has never been one of them. He surges up against him, hands finding his chest, pressing into that kiss hungrily. All this talk of danger and trouble and he’s more than in the mood to play along with the idea, letting Spike be the one to take control with those hands while he eagerly presses closer, lake and it’s inhabitant utterly forgotten.

[sparkandburn]

Sometimes he wonders how this dynamic will change when Ianto isn't quite so powerless. Even if everything goes perfectly, he'll still have a demon inside him and that can make all the difference. Maybe Spike won't be so obvious a choice for the protector, the aggressor as he is these days.

Never mind that. The only thing that matters is the moment, and right now he wants nothing more than to push Ianto up against a convenient tree and ravish him - so he does just that.

[readystopwatch]

Of course it’s something he thinks about, the fact that some sort of change is inevitable no matter how hard he might try to remain himself. If he’s honest it scares him. Terrifies him, even. They’ve probably talked about it, but in a vague, uncertain sense. Up until now it’s always been something in the future it’s become real lately. He wants it, but what scares him most isn’t the danger involved. It’s the possibility of losing what they have, or of things changing until they drift apart. A tiny, uncertain part of himself that he hates and tries his best to ignore wonders if the way Spike feels about him will change once that soft, warm, vulnerable human element is removed.

Until then though he’s going to enjoy every moment they have together, fully giving in to the fantasy and letting Spike take complete control. He hooks a leg around his thigh as he’s backed up against the tree, hands reaching down between them to undo zippers and buttons and start getting both their jeans open so he can move this along. He tilts his head to the side as he continues kissing him, exposing his neck and practically begging the vampire to take advantage of it.

[sparkandburn]

While that might happen, it's unlikely. Spike fell in love with him despite him being human - it wasn't until later that he started to adore the soft, warm qualities of the living but none of that is what makes Ianto who he is. It may inform his actions, shape his morals, but it's not as big a part of him as people may think. Hell, Spike was often accused of being lousy with humanity and he wasn't nearly as empathetic when he was alive as Ianto is now.

Ianto's always been good at getting the show on the road and so Spike is more than happy to leave him to it, instead focusing on something he will miss once the turning is done. It's a dangerous temptation and maybe that's what he likes about it — every time he can lean in close to Ianto's neck and press his blunt teeth against his pulse is a victory, proof that he's in control of himself.

He bites down with a low guttural growl, hard but not quite hard enough to break the skin. It's a practiced movement, one they've perfected over the past five and then some years.

[readystopwatch]

They both fell in love despite what the other is. The vampire aspect of Spike was the first thing he ever saw in him, and the rest came much later. He’s always loved the whole of him, though. He always will.

Those teeth on his throat will never fail to be a turn on. Even when he becomes a vampire himself it’s a move that’s going to do it for him. His cock jumps as Spike clamps down on his neck with enough force to bruise and he moans greedily, hand wrapping around them both where he has their jeans undone and beginning to stroke eagerly.