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Kink Bingo - Verbal Humiliation
Title: Sticks and Stones
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Larry/Xander
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1 040
Warning: Set in Wish!Verse, dirty talk, slut shaming kink
Summary: This is their nightly ritual
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Joss
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Verbal Humiliation square.
Dedication: Dedicated to Joyful
Larry edged towards the door. His heart was pounding and he could barely breathe. Hard yellow eyes were on him and a sharp, dangerous mouth was twisted in a grotesque smirk. He had loved that face once. Or fallen in love with it. Or crushed on it. Or something stupidly naive and teenage like that. Now it mocked him. Now it taunted him and followed him home. Shifted from the pretty young face to the demon without a filter.
Larry fell back against the door and fumbled for the knob as the vampire that had once been Xander Harris drew closer. His hand curled around the knob and he tried it. It was just after curfew but it was blessedly unlocked. The door gave way and Larry stumbled back into his house. He was the only one left now. He had lost his older brother two weeks ago. His parents almost six months ago.
Fucking vampires.
Xander stopped outside the door, his fingers skimming over the invisible barrier on the threshold. His vampiric face melted back into his normal one. Melted easily into the face Larry adored. The face Larry had come out to.
People tended to forget that out of his group of friends that Xander had lasted the longest. They managed to get Jesse the first night. Then Willow about two months later. Xander had been heart broken. Larry had asked him to the dance at the end of sophomore year. A stuttering mess of hope laid out behind the vending machines by the library.
Xander had been so sweet and endearing. He politely told Larry he wasn't gay but was flattered. He agreed to go to the dance with Larry as a friend. And also to watch Principal Snyder's head explode.
They got Xander that night. Three minutes after sundown.
Summer passed and Larry had thought, sad but hopeful, that maybe they had actually just killed Xander and hadn't actually turned him into one of them. The night of his fourth day of junior year he heard rocks hitting his window as he studied. He had peeled back his curtains and peered nervously out at his back yard.
There stood Xander. Dressed in leather. Shining white in the darkness.
Larry spent the rest of the night crying while holding a cross to his chest.
It had been going on for over a year now. The nightly visits. He would sometimes find letters left in his mailbox. Presents on his doorstep. They all ended up in the garbage without a second glance.
But he was starting to get tired. There was talk of the Master making a factory.
Larry had long passed the point of caring.
“Heard you and your friends took out that nest on Finch. Good job.”
Larry turned away from Xander that wasn't Xander. He wanted to close the door. Block out the words. He couldn't find the strength.
“You'll never get to me, though. You're too weak.”
Larry's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing in anger. “I'm not weak!”
“Yes you are. Pathetic and weak. You think I don't know all the dirty, shameful things you do to yourself, Larry? I know everything. Every. Single. Detail. I know the nights when you jerk yourself off gasping my name. I know the nights when you come home reeking of Oz, comforted by a pity fuck in the school, or his van. You used to smell like that boy Michael before he was taken. He screamed you know? He was loud.” Xander's soft voice was like a scream. “I bet you're a screamer too.”
“Shut up!”
“I bet you spread your legs like a slut when you take it. Moan nice and long. I bet you think of me when you're with Oz. Shut your eyes and imagine I'm the one slamming into you from behind.”
“I said --”
“I'd do it, you know. You're not quite my type, but I'd fuck you. I'd bend you over a couch and use you up. I bet you'd love every second of it. Being ridden like a broken horse and sucking it up like a whore.”
Larry shook. He wasn't sure why. If it was from rage or lust or sadness or all three. He looked at Xander, his eyes filled with shame and rage. The vampire lounged casually against the doorjamb, his right hand rubbing lazily against the crotch of his leather pants. He was getting off on this.
“You'd like it, wouldn't you? I can smell it, you know, the cheap, thick lust washing off of you. You want me to break you in half. Spread you open and take you with a cheap, quick fuck. Naughty slut.”
Larry slammed the door and pressed his back against it, panting hard. He shut his eyes and swallowed thickly. He could feel his dick pressing uncomfortably against the seam of his jeans and he shifted in place. There was silence from the other side of the door.
Shyly, almost shamefully, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down slow. He reached in and pulled his cock out and licked his hand before jerking himself.
He needed therapy.
God what was wrong with him?
“You dirty skank. You're whacking while thinking about me aren't you?”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up!
“You should be ashamed of yourself. Wanting to take it up the ass from a vampire. You sick, twisted, degenerate fuck. What would Giles think? What would your mother think? You don't even give a shit do you? Of course you don't you're thinking with your prick. You're thinking about fucking a dead guy just to get your rocks off and you like it. You want to be my toy? My pretty, broken little thing? Want me to play with you so rough I break you like the wanton, shameless--”
Larry came with a silent scream. Thick, hot and wet over his hand and his boxers. He slid down the door until he landed on the floor and slumped against the faded welcome rug that still faintly smelled like his dad's pipe tobacco.
He heard a faint, amused chuckle. “See you tomorrow.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Larry/Xander
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1 040
Warning: Set in Wish!Verse, dirty talk, slut shaming kink
Summary: This is their nightly ritual
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Joss
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Verbal Humiliation square.Dedication: Dedicated to Joyful
Larry edged towards the door. His heart was pounding and he could barely breathe. Hard yellow eyes were on him and a sharp, dangerous mouth was twisted in a grotesque smirk. He had loved that face once. Or fallen in love with it. Or crushed on it. Or something stupidly naive and teenage like that. Now it mocked him. Now it taunted him and followed him home. Shifted from the pretty young face to the demon without a filter.
Larry fell back against the door and fumbled for the knob as the vampire that had once been Xander Harris drew closer. His hand curled around the knob and he tried it. It was just after curfew but it was blessedly unlocked. The door gave way and Larry stumbled back into his house. He was the only one left now. He had lost his older brother two weeks ago. His parents almost six months ago.
Fucking vampires.
Xander stopped outside the door, his fingers skimming over the invisible barrier on the threshold. His vampiric face melted back into his normal one. Melted easily into the face Larry adored. The face Larry had come out to.
People tended to forget that out of his group of friends that Xander had lasted the longest. They managed to get Jesse the first night. Then Willow about two months later. Xander had been heart broken. Larry had asked him to the dance at the end of sophomore year. A stuttering mess of hope laid out behind the vending machines by the library.
Xander had been so sweet and endearing. He politely told Larry he wasn't gay but was flattered. He agreed to go to the dance with Larry as a friend. And also to watch Principal Snyder's head explode.
They got Xander that night. Three minutes after sundown.
Summer passed and Larry had thought, sad but hopeful, that maybe they had actually just killed Xander and hadn't actually turned him into one of them. The night of his fourth day of junior year he heard rocks hitting his window as he studied. He had peeled back his curtains and peered nervously out at his back yard.
There stood Xander. Dressed in leather. Shining white in the darkness.
Larry spent the rest of the night crying while holding a cross to his chest.
It had been going on for over a year now. The nightly visits. He would sometimes find letters left in his mailbox. Presents on his doorstep. They all ended up in the garbage without a second glance.
But he was starting to get tired. There was talk of the Master making a factory.
Larry had long passed the point of caring.
“Heard you and your friends took out that nest on Finch. Good job.”
Larry turned away from Xander that wasn't Xander. He wanted to close the door. Block out the words. He couldn't find the strength.
“You'll never get to me, though. You're too weak.”
Larry's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing in anger. “I'm not weak!”
“Yes you are. Pathetic and weak. You think I don't know all the dirty, shameful things you do to yourself, Larry? I know everything. Every. Single. Detail. I know the nights when you jerk yourself off gasping my name. I know the nights when you come home reeking of Oz, comforted by a pity fuck in the school, or his van. You used to smell like that boy Michael before he was taken. He screamed you know? He was loud.” Xander's soft voice was like a scream. “I bet you're a screamer too.”
“Shut up!”
“I bet you spread your legs like a slut when you take it. Moan nice and long. I bet you think of me when you're with Oz. Shut your eyes and imagine I'm the one slamming into you from behind.”
“I said --”
“I'd do it, you know. You're not quite my type, but I'd fuck you. I'd bend you over a couch and use you up. I bet you'd love every second of it. Being ridden like a broken horse and sucking it up like a whore.”
Larry shook. He wasn't sure why. If it was from rage or lust or sadness or all three. He looked at Xander, his eyes filled with shame and rage. The vampire lounged casually against the doorjamb, his right hand rubbing lazily against the crotch of his leather pants. He was getting off on this.
“You'd like it, wouldn't you? I can smell it, you know, the cheap, thick lust washing off of you. You want me to break you in half. Spread you open and take you with a cheap, quick fuck. Naughty slut.”
Larry slammed the door and pressed his back against it, panting hard. He shut his eyes and swallowed thickly. He could feel his dick pressing uncomfortably against the seam of his jeans and he shifted in place. There was silence from the other side of the door.
Shyly, almost shamefully, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down slow. He reached in and pulled his cock out and licked his hand before jerking himself.
He needed therapy.
God what was wrong with him?
“You dirty skank. You're whacking while thinking about me aren't you?”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up!
“You should be ashamed of yourself. Wanting to take it up the ass from a vampire. You sick, twisted, degenerate fuck. What would Giles think? What would your mother think? You don't even give a shit do you? Of course you don't you're thinking with your prick. You're thinking about fucking a dead guy just to get your rocks off and you like it. You want to be my toy? My pretty, broken little thing? Want me to play with you so rough I break you like the wanton, shameless--”
Larry came with a silent scream. Thick, hot and wet over his hand and his boxers. He slid down the door until he landed on the floor and slumped against the faded welcome rug that still faintly smelled like his dad's pipe tobacco.
He heard a faint, amused chuckle. “See you tomorrow.”