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Empathy Sucks - Chapter 4
I didn’t want this to be here.
To be now. But these things sometimes find their own allotted time. Spike needs
answers now, comfort now. Not tomorrow, in the rational light of day. I grasp
his face between both my hands bringing his eyes into focus. Focus on me. I
feel him start to recoil in horror...fear...embarrassment? I didn’t know, don’t
care. I only care that he is here and that this is the start of his road to
a new place, a better place. A place where I already am. This is his road to
me.
What do I do though? I am his Sire. I was his teacher, his mentor. But I have
no reference points for this. How do I help him with this epiphany? How do I
make him mine again? But once more the decision is taken from me. In his pain
and fear he reacts instinctively. He retreats to his demon form and savagely
attacks, sinking his fangs into my neck. I’m far stronger than him and I am
his Sire, but I allow this transgression. It’s what he desperately needs. What
I need, too. The most intimate of all connections. I feel my blood flowing freely
and powerfully down into his aching body. I wrap my hands around the back of
his neck making soothing sweeps of my thumbs into his hairline. My calmness
and loving gestures take effect because he slows his feeding gradually until
he is lapping and licking at the wound he has made. I continue to stroke his
neck and before I realise what I’m doing, I kiss his hair, nuzzling into the
soft, blond strands. He looks up and his blue eyes are full of confusion and
their intensity is enhanced by the tears I see gathering, ready to flow.
‘Get it out, Angel! Get it out! Please!’
For a moment I am confused, but when he starts to slap the side of his head,
I realise what he means.
‘Stop it, Spike!’ I catch his hands in mine. ‘Don’t! Please!’ At my anguished
plea, his tears flow unchecked.
‘I can’t stand this any longer, Angel. I’m dying inside. Every time. Every death.
I can’t stand this much pain. Why? I don’t have a fucking soul. It’s just a
chip to stop me feeding. I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want the weight
of the sodding world on me. Weighing me down. Take it out. Please!’
He starts to sob, uncontrollably. Six months of adjustment destroyed by a body
stripped of skin and a mouth filled with superglue to prevent the screaming.
Too much horror. Too much helplessness. I’ve had eighty years to adjust and
still it terrifies me.
There’s nothing else to be done, but what I do now. Although making love to
Spike had no part in my plan for his redemption, it’s found it’s own subtle
way into this new relationship. I take him gently in my arms and start to kiss
and lick his tears away. He doesn’t pull away and I continue the movements of
my tongue and lips down his face and neck, swirling them over his Adam’s apple
into the seductive hollows of his throat. I push the blankets away and find
his cock with my eager hands. Pumping gently, I lick one hard, rough lick across
the tip, causing frissons of sensation from the cold texture of my tongue. He
shivers and with a hiss of anticipation tries to push my head down into his
lap, tries to thrust his cock into my eager mouth. But I want something first.
I raise my head and noting, with a slight grin, his look of disappointment,
I capture his face in my hands once more. Making sure I have his full attention,
I hold his gaze with mine and say with as much truth and clarity as I can, ‘welcome
home, Spike.’
And with that, I plunge down to swallow his engorged length till I can feel
it strike the back of my throat. With urgent hands I slide in under his buttocks
to lift him harder to me. He joins in by pressing me hard down onto him and
under these desperate ministrations he doesn’t last long. As he starts to explode
his cum into my throat, I pull away and guide his copious seed onto my smooth,
cold chest. His initial look of frustration is quelled when he sees the look
in my eyes as I rub my hands around in the viscous liquid. I raise one eyebrow
in a gesture of supplication I know he will understand. And he does. He turns
swiftly around and falls to the floor on his hands and knees. He bends down
at the waist, effectively raising his perfect backside up for my inspection
and pleasure. I take my lubricated thumb and press it hard against his tight,
puckered hole. He hisses with lust. I fall to my knees behind him and bend over
the little hole, licking around the edges, testing its firmness. I press again
with the ball of my thumb, harder this time and feel a slight give.
‘For fucks sake, Angel! Just fuck me, will you?’
I make a low chuckle. Spike can never wait, never bear the foreplay. If only
he could see what I see when I’m back here. His hole cries out to be played
with. It’s enticing and sensual. But this is for him, more than it is for me,
tonight. So I wipe some more of his cum off my chest and with two strong fingers
gently start easing into his tight, pink entrance. I bend them up and down,
hooking them around the tight ring of muscle, pulling and stretching it. Spike
starts thrusting back further, wriggling in delighted anticipation. I can disappoint
him no longer. Taking my eager erection in one hand, I start to work the head
into the now ready hole. The sensation as the entrance opens up gradually swallowing
the exposed tip is beyond words. The sight of my purple, engorged length slowly
disappearing into Spike’s body, equally enthralling. I feel my balls contract
and throb with pleasure. I pull back out, fascinated to watch the hole close
once again, leaving no evidence of my three-inch stretch. I push against it
again, getting some delightful friction against my slit before thrusting in.
Spike groans in pleasure and reaches behind with one hand. He places it on mine
and entwines his fingers. And it is that simple loving gesture that as much
as anything tonight, sends me flooding over the edge of my orgasm. Bending low
over his back and holding him tightly around the waist with my one free hand,
I start an intense rhythm of thrusting. My balls banging delightfully against
his hard rear, my pleasure building like water behind a dam. And then with colours
exploding behind my eyes, the dam bursts and the waters flood out and we are
drenched in the endless spurting of my cum deep inside his body.
I keep thrusting for what seems like minutes. I think I will never empty. Years
of abstinence released by this intense orgasm. My cum drips freely out onto
the floor below us, the slickness and coolness around my cock only seems to
extend the pleasure. When I’m finally spent, I collapse onto him, crushing him
under my now exhausted form. He doesn’t seem to mind for a while, but then he
turns slightly and slips out to one side, quickly re-establishing contact as
he spoons me against his chest. My last rational thought tonight, as I feel
his strong arms around me, as he reaches behind to gather blankets to cover
us where we lie naked on the floor, my last rational thought is to wonder...in
this act, just who is saving whom tonight?
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