Just A Little While Longer.

Mistress Rhode

Anime : Cowboy Bebop

Pairing: Vicious/Spike Spike/Vicious

Warnings : Graphic Groping, Kissing

Summary : Spike, Vicious and an empty roof. What can go wrong ?

The door leading out to the roof exploded open, Spike lunged through, Vicious hot on his heels as a hail of gun shots echoed in their wake. Booting it dead center, Vicious slammed the door shut and slumped against it, his back sliding down the hot metal until he was sat next to Spike, who was also pressed against the door, legs splayed and chest heaving.

Their shoulders brushed together at every inhale, one of Spike's slender legs tangled with Vicious's, and Spike was too busy breathing to remove his head from its perch on Vicious's shoulder, his hot breath skating over the silver haired man's corded neck and collar bone.

Vicious's head lolled to lean against Spike's, his breath stirring the wild curls on the shorter man's head.

Silence. They could both feel it; the rush of success, and the unspoken need for contact, not affection, no, their addiction ran deeper than that; filthier than love, and far more primal than comfort. The fumbling, unspoken gropes and kisses were products of confused youth and excess hormones, or so they sought to believe.

Then, Spike's spindly fingers were clutching at Vicious's jaw, yanking his head down for a hungry, desperate version of a kiss, more teeth and tongue than an expression of emotions. Vicious complied to the incessant demands of Spike's tongue; his lips parted, and Spike slanted his mouth so tightly over his own it bordered on delicious pain. Spike's hand diverted from Vicious's jaw to his hair, scraping blunt nails over scalp, before dropping down to clutch at the small of the Albino's back, anywhere as long as it was Vicious.

Vicious growled, shrugging out of his coat, his shirted arms tore at Spike's clothes, his tongue busy raking over the ribbed roof of his partner's mouth, eliciting a groan of approval. Nipping at Spike's lips, Vicious busied himself with shredding Spike's shirt, exposing tan skin, damp with sweat and shimmering soft in the dim twilight of the unrisen Sun.

Spike broke the kiss - more of a tangling of tongues than a kiss at that – to twist his body around fully, pressing his bare chest against the fabricated friction of Vicious, his legs coiling around his Partner, who was now pressed flush between the door and Spike's writhing body. Spreading his legs, Vicious invited Spike to come closer, mhm ! and eagerly tilted his hips upwards, to grind into the exposed flesh of Spike's navel.

Spike's head snapped back, a growl revrebrating throughout his entire body while he dipped his hips to teasingly scrape the firm contours of his ass over Vicious's bulging erection.

Vicious inhaled sharply, and suddenly decided that he needed more.

A sadistic grin curving his lips upwards, Vicious toppled Spike backwards, splaying the shorter man on his back, the momentum crashing their hips together as Vicious slithered between his long, spread legs. Spike nearly screamed at the sudden surge of contact; Vicious's lower body was suddenly mirrored against his, and his head swam with both the pain of hitting it off the floor so hard and fast, but also due to the waves of adrenaline and fucking yes -- ! pleasure rippling throughout his lithe body.

Hooking his muscular legs over Vicious's narrow hips, Spike rolled his straining crotch upwards again, his body's primal need for contact over riding all other functions.

Vicious cradled Spike's head in one pale hand, his fingers massaging the bump he knew was there, whilst his hand apologized by snapping open his pants, slipping past silk boxers, and rubbing a calloused palm over the heated flesh bobbing against his hand.

Spike bit back a whimper, and instead tangled one hand in Vicious's gossamer hair, whilst his other snaked under Vicious's trousers to puncture long fingers into the silver haired man's ass.

Vicious's hand slipped from beneath Spike's head to support his weight, allowing him to press his face into the junction of Spike's long neck and broad shoulder, his unbearably hot breath and clever tongue blazing a vertical path down Spiegel's neck, pausing briefly to stab his tongue into the dip of Spike's collar bone, glistening with sweat beneath his outstretched throat.

Pressing and pulling at Vicious's hair, Spike urged the man not to fucking stop, whatever you do, don't fuckin' – Ah ! And rotated his free hand round the front of Vicious's pants to claw at his erection doggedly, wrapping long fingers around Vicious's engorged length.

Vicious inhaled raggedly against Spike as his Partner's pick pocketing hand wormed its way inside his trousers and began tugging and grabbing, and all sorts of things that almost shocked Vicious into a sexual stupor, if it were not for Spike's undecipherable gasps against his ear, and the smooth bastard's hand raking over his scalp, before scraping down his neck, slipping under his collar – popping off the buttons – to tweak one of his neglected nipples possessively.

All the while the clashing of their hips became erratic, their hands ground together, the tension knotting in the pits of their stomachs tightening to an insufferable crescendo as one stroked the other.

By the time Vicious had began massaging Spike's tense testicles, and Spike had started synchronizing his strokes along Vicious's penis with the rubbing of his pert nipple, both men were too near the end to even realize they had even begun.

Rocking together, their slick bodies meshed together as one, their fumbling hands grasping for one last thrust, they both reached their peaks simultaneously; Vicious stiffening against Spike's hand, his teeth sinking into the indented lines of his collarbone, stifling a howl, to which Spike screamed, his legs clamping painfully around Vicious's abdomen, his hips bucking against Vicious's one final time, exploding upon impact with his partner's body.

Spike's body was arched against Vicious's, quivering on the wave of his Orgasm, Vicious's canines drawing blood; streaking golden skin red.

Spike's scream ended on the final spasm of his orgasm, his body slumping against the ground, his chest grinding against Vicious's with every exhilarated heave. Vicious was a weight against Spike's chest; a lean warmth nestled between his thighs. Removing his teeth from Spike's mutilated flesh, Vicious lapped at his wound, before pressing his face against the crook of Spike's neck, his eyes half lidded in the aftermath of intense pleasure.

Spike's legs slid down to tangle with Vicious's, his hand once again gravitating to his partner's hair, this time teasing silver locks between bronzed fingers, and massaging his scalp tenderly.

It was in the few moments after their desperate gropings that the two found Peace, and discovered what it meant to have a lover, not just a casual fuck. Neither wanted or expected commitment, an equal to answer to, or to sacrifice their own male selfishness for the sake of another. Neither would admit this though, and once the haze of serenity had dispelled, both would part and return to 'normality' until desperation, lust or lonliness over rode reasoning once again.

. . . But just a little while longer.

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