Message-ID: <48713asstr$1091697006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <thirza_flamethorn@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040804190541.98999.qmail@web60905.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thirza Flamethorn <thirza_flamethorn@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2004 12:05:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} At the Club {Thirza} (MM, cons, oral, magic) x-no-archive: yes x-asstr-no-archive: no Lines: 84 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 48713 Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2004 05:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48713> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At the Club (MM, cons, oral, magic) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: If you can't legally read porn, or if it offends you, go away. You know who you are. If you have constructive comments or criticism about the technical aspects of this story (grammar, etc.), you may email me - don't bother if you just want to say you're offended, because I don't care. Notes: 1. This is an excerpt from a scene written for a roleplaying yahoogroup for a certain fandom. The characters are original, (well, one canon character is named in passing), as is the nightclub. Really, the only thing you might recognize is the spell used at the end, and if you're wondering, it just makes liquids vanish. Good for cleaning up. 2. There is a character named Spike, but this is NOT Buffyland. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The deep, pulsing beat of the club music was starting to have quite an effect on Karston, and as he and Spike danced close together, he could tell that Spike was feeling the same way. After Lucius and Sal disappeared, Spike and Karston made their way off to one of the private booths and sealed it with a flick of a wand. Spike pounced on Karston immediately, kissing him deeply. Karston leaned back against the wall, running his hands over Spike's body. "Hot night tonight, isn't it..." Spike murmured into his neck. "Oh *yes*." Karston pulled Spike's hips roughly to him, grinding their pelvises together. He bit Spike's neck hard enough to mark it and growled impatiently, "Down, boy." He pushed Spike to his knees. Spike obediently knelt and opened Karston's pants, snaking his tongue through the opening in his black silk boxers. "Fucking tease..." Karston moaned, and then became incoherent quickly as Spike exercised his talent, a few minutes later calling out Spike's name to the soundproofed walls. His knees went limp and he sank onto a seat, pulling Spike up to sit on his lap. "Come here..." he ordered, his hand reaching into Spike's pants. Spike straddled his lap, thrusting into Karston's hand, their tongues dueling in another deep, passionate kiss. "Karston..." he moaned, reaching down to stroke Karston erect again. "Fuck me...." he begged. "Later..." Karston whispered into his ear. "If you're good." Spike whimpered at the deliberately teasing movement of Karston's hand on him; Karston's other hand reached around to squeeze Spike's ass, the fingertips moving over the taut shiny vinyl. "Please...." Spike gasped in torment. "I'll be good... whatever you want..." "I know you will." Karston's low voice reached deep into Spike and groped his libido. His hands were driving Spike to madness. Spike had Karston hard again, and Karston leaned back on the seat to watch Spike's face above him as their strokes matched rhythms. "And if you want to come soon you'll.... keep... doing *that*. Oh gods..." They brought each other to climax simultaneously. "Evanesco. I think you've been good enough... When we get back to my place," Karston lowered his voice to whisper almost inaudibly in Spike's ear, "I'll tie you to the bed and fuck your brains out." Spike started to brush off the dust on the knees of his pants. It dimmed the shine of the vinyl. "No," Karston stopped him, "I want everyone to be able to figure out what you've been doing." They refastened their clothing and went back out onto the dance floor. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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