Striptease
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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4,026
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7
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Striptease
Author: Karin (karinms)
Beta: misagoddess
Date started: Jan 2006
Realm: BtVS, summer after Graduation
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of BtVS. Buffy was created by Joss Whedon (Mutant Enemy Productions).
Summary: Oxnard. Xander. Spike. Striptease. Stalking.
Pairing(s): Spike/Xander
Warnings: striptease, pre-slash, violence
"conversation”
thoughts
emphasis
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Xander stood behind the curtain, waiting for his turn and listening to the audience scream. He was nervous but knew he could do this. After all, it was his third night as a stripper. It could not be as bad as his first time on the catwalk. He repressed a shiver at the memory. Fighting the nightlife had given him a nice-looking body but his physique could in no way make up for his lack of talent in dancing. Thankfully the men and women who came to look at some flesh were not really interested in anything but flesh, although they seemed to like his semi-true shy-boy act. Xander might have enjoyed the attention a bit more if he dared to believe he was actually good at something besides being a clown. Hearing the music finish up, he took a moment to check his outfit. A pale blue, see-through un-buttoned shirt nicely showing off his chest, black soft but tight leather shorts fastened with Velcro and a black thong underneath. With bare feet, a light make-up to highlight his face and mussed-up hair he was told he looked like a wet dream. The tips from the previous shows seemed to agree with the statement.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Sitting in a strip club and drinking straight JDs was not as much fun as Spike had hoped. He had needed something to cheer him up after he failed to get back together with Drusilla. Killing and maiming was not quite the same without his dark princess. What he needed was a distraction, a companion, a partner in crime so to speak.
Noticing the long-legged blonde on the stage had finished her act Spike was about to call the attention of a passing waitress when someone new caught his attention.
The young brunette walking, more like gliding, out on the catwalk did not quite resemble his memory of the Sunnydalian teenager. Spike could not believe it. The Slayer’s sidekick was stripping right in front of him…and the kid looked good!
Forgetting all about getting a new drink, Spike kept his eyes on Xander’s every sensual move. He wanted to touch the glowing skin, lick up the beads of sweat and taste that red mouth. Spike could feel himself harden with lust, watching this enticing creature dance slowly to the music.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Xander was no longer nervous. He did not know why or what was different but suddenly he felt Ok, like he could really do this. He could feel eyes on him but that was nothing new. He could hear people screaming for him ‘to take it off’, nothing new there either. The spotlights were blinding him, making it nearly impossible to see the people watching him dance but that was the way he liked it. Turning himself over to the beat of the music, Xander felt himself letting go. He played with his pale blue shirt, teasing it down over his shoulders and then back on before removing it completely, stroking the thin cloth across his chest before tossing it out on a nearby table. Dancing around, swinging his hips, teasing the audience before going down on his hands and knees to crawl across the stage. Xander stroked his chest, feeling his nipples pebble under his fingers. Throwing his head back, he sucked on his right index finger. Trailing his wet finger down his throat, down his chest until reaching the leather at his waist. Xander sucked in his stomach and reached inside his shorts, making sure he teased the audience as much as possible. Moving his hips up and down in time with the music, he grabbed hold of the leather. With a muted screech from the Velcro he ripped of the short pants, revealing his thong for a short moment before the lights came down and it was time to leave the stage.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Spike felt like he was frozen in place. He fought the urge to show his fangs and growl at the people who dare to ogle the young human. When the shirt came off he was quick to grab it, incredibly enough it had landed on his table. Spike was surprised the kid had not recognized the vampire but figured he was a little busy. He did not need to bring the shirt close to his face to be able to smell the delicious aroma of a healthy young man. Instead he bundled it up and put it inside his coat to be enjoyed at a later time. Spike would have liked to get his hands on the shorts too but they seemed to have disappeared when Xander did.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Xander was quick to grab his bag of clothes and stakes. He was eager to get back to his motel room now that his shift was over. He needed to shower but preferred to do it away from prying eyes. Feeling like fresh meat among the other strippers he got dressed in his sweat suit, stepped into his sneakers, grabbed his items and tips, said goodbye and left through the backdoor. He took a minute to get a stake ready, this was not the Hellmouth but it still had an occasional vampire or two. He looked around while he headed back to his home-away-from-home. Luckily he would soon have enough to get his car running again and he could forget all about his new job-experience.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Spike stayed a few minutes before deciding to leave the club. He went around the back to wait near the door for Xander to come out. He felt possessive but was not sure what he would do to the brunette, if he would do anything at all. He was smoking a cigarette when Xander finally emerged. Spike quickly dropped it to hide the glow. He watched with approval as Xander armed himself against the nightlife. It was a good habit, one that the kid would not need tonight. If anyone dared to attack Xander he would have to deal with a Master vampire protecting his…prey? property? What did he want to do with Xander?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Xander closed the door behind him. He turned on the light and headed for a shower. He longed to feel the, hopefully, warm water rinse away sweat and make-up before going to bed. He felt tired but strangely enough he was having fun. The road-trip he had intended to make across the USA had been cut short when his car broke down. Xander had not been able to leave California let alone reach Los Angeles. Oxnard was a small-town near Sunnydale. Although he had originally hired on as a busboy/waiter stripping for money was not so bad. Sure, he was often nervous and he did not like being stared at or groped by strangers but the pay was good. As soon as he walked out onto the catwalk he felt better about himself. Usually he closed his eyes and pretended he was dancing alone, which was hard to do with all the noise around him. Sometimes, when he was feeling daring, Xander would pretend he was showing off in front of his lover. Whether or not that lover was male or female was not decided yet. He lost his virginity to Faith but had been fooling around with Larry shortly before the graduation from Hell. He had wanted to do more than just see the sights this summer but exploring his sexuality would have to wait a while longer.
Xander peeled off his clothes and left them on the floor. The water felt good on his aching muscles but it could have been slightly hotter. He hurried with the washing before the water would turn cold. Afterwards he got dressed in a pair of boxer, turned off the light and went to sleep.
Outside the motel, in the shadow of a tree, Spike kept an eye on Xander’s room all the while smelling the shirt, inhaling the human’s scent. When the light went out, signaling Xander going to bed, Spike left his vigil to hunt up some food.
Beta: misagoddess
Date started: Jan 2006
Realm: BtVS, summer after Graduation
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of BtVS. Buffy was created by Joss Whedon (Mutant Enemy Productions).
Summary: Oxnard. Xander. Spike. Striptease. Stalking.
Pairing(s): Spike/Xander
Warnings: striptease, pre-slash, violence
"conversation”
thoughts
emphasis
---------------------------------------------------------------
Xander stood behind the curtain, waiting for his turn and listening to the audience scream. He was nervous but knew he could do this. After all, it was his third night as a stripper. It could not be as bad as his first time on the catwalk. He repressed a shiver at the memory. Fighting the nightlife had given him a nice-looking body but his physique could in no way make up for his lack of talent in dancing. Thankfully the men and women who came to look at some flesh were not really interested in anything but flesh, although they seemed to like his semi-true shy-boy act. Xander might have enjoyed the attention a bit more if he dared to believe he was actually good at something besides being a clown. Hearing the music finish up, he took a moment to check his outfit. A pale blue, see-through un-buttoned shirt nicely showing off his chest, black soft but tight leather shorts fastened with Velcro and a black thong underneath. With bare feet, a light make-up to highlight his face and mussed-up hair he was told he looked like a wet dream. The tips from the previous shows seemed to agree with the statement.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Sitting in a strip club and drinking straight JDs was not as much fun as Spike had hoped. He had needed something to cheer him up after he failed to get back together with Drusilla. Killing and maiming was not quite the same without his dark princess. What he needed was a distraction, a companion, a partner in crime so to speak.
Noticing the long-legged blonde on the stage had finished her act Spike was about to call the attention of a passing waitress when someone new caught his attention.
The young brunette walking, more like gliding, out on the catwalk did not quite resemble his memory of the Sunnydalian teenager. Spike could not believe it. The Slayer’s sidekick was stripping right in front of him…and the kid looked good!
Forgetting all about getting a new drink, Spike kept his eyes on Xander’s every sensual move. He wanted to touch the glowing skin, lick up the beads of sweat and taste that red mouth. Spike could feel himself harden with lust, watching this enticing creature dance slowly to the music.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Xander was no longer nervous. He did not know why or what was different but suddenly he felt Ok, like he could really do this. He could feel eyes on him but that was nothing new. He could hear people screaming for him ‘to take it off’, nothing new there either. The spotlights were blinding him, making it nearly impossible to see the people watching him dance but that was the way he liked it. Turning himself over to the beat of the music, Xander felt himself letting go. He played with his pale blue shirt, teasing it down over his shoulders and then back on before removing it completely, stroking the thin cloth across his chest before tossing it out on a nearby table. Dancing around, swinging his hips, teasing the audience before going down on his hands and knees to crawl across the stage. Xander stroked his chest, feeling his nipples pebble under his fingers. Throwing his head back, he sucked on his right index finger. Trailing his wet finger down his throat, down his chest until reaching the leather at his waist. Xander sucked in his stomach and reached inside his shorts, making sure he teased the audience as much as possible. Moving his hips up and down in time with the music, he grabbed hold of the leather. With a muted screech from the Velcro he ripped of the short pants, revealing his thong for a short moment before the lights came down and it was time to leave the stage.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Spike felt like he was frozen in place. He fought the urge to show his fangs and growl at the people who dare to ogle the young human. When the shirt came off he was quick to grab it, incredibly enough it had landed on his table. Spike was surprised the kid had not recognized the vampire but figured he was a little busy. He did not need to bring the shirt close to his face to be able to smell the delicious aroma of a healthy young man. Instead he bundled it up and put it inside his coat to be enjoyed at a later time. Spike would have liked to get his hands on the shorts too but they seemed to have disappeared when Xander did.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Xander was quick to grab his bag of clothes and stakes. He was eager to get back to his motel room now that his shift was over. He needed to shower but preferred to do it away from prying eyes. Feeling like fresh meat among the other strippers he got dressed in his sweat suit, stepped into his sneakers, grabbed his items and tips, said goodbye and left through the backdoor. He took a minute to get a stake ready, this was not the Hellmouth but it still had an occasional vampire or two. He looked around while he headed back to his home-away-from-home. Luckily he would soon have enough to get his car running again and he could forget all about his new job-experience.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Spike stayed a few minutes before deciding to leave the club. He went around the back to wait near the door for Xander to come out. He felt possessive but was not sure what he would do to the brunette, if he would do anything at all. He was smoking a cigarette when Xander finally emerged. Spike quickly dropped it to hide the glow. He watched with approval as Xander armed himself against the nightlife. It was a good habit, one that the kid would not need tonight. If anyone dared to attack Xander he would have to deal with a Master vampire protecting his…prey? property? What did he want to do with Xander?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Xander closed the door behind him. He turned on the light and headed for a shower. He longed to feel the, hopefully, warm water rinse away sweat and make-up before going to bed. He felt tired but strangely enough he was having fun. The road-trip he had intended to make across the USA had been cut short when his car broke down. Xander had not been able to leave California let alone reach Los Angeles. Oxnard was a small-town near Sunnydale. Although he had originally hired on as a busboy/waiter stripping for money was not so bad. Sure, he was often nervous and he did not like being stared at or groped by strangers but the pay was good. As soon as he walked out onto the catwalk he felt better about himself. Usually he closed his eyes and pretended he was dancing alone, which was hard to do with all the noise around him. Sometimes, when he was feeling daring, Xander would pretend he was showing off in front of his lover. Whether or not that lover was male or female was not decided yet. He lost his virginity to Faith but had been fooling around with Larry shortly before the graduation from Hell. He had wanted to do more than just see the sights this summer but exploring his sexuality would have to wait a while longer.
Xander peeled off his clothes and left them on the floor. The water felt good on his aching muscles but it could have been slightly hotter. He hurried with the washing before the water would turn cold. Afterwards he got dressed in a pair of boxer, turned off the light and went to sleep.
Outside the motel, in the shadow of a tree, Spike kept an eye on Xander’s room all the while smelling the shirt, inhaling the human’s scent. When the light went out, signaling Xander going to bed, Spike left his vigil to hunt up some food.