Lessons of the Hellmouth

This work is inspired by the brilliance of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is meant only for pleasure and in no way shows ownership of characters, places or plots of the original creator, Joss Whedon. All hail Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, for they are god. This author only takes credit for those unique plots and original characters and places in which she has planted the Buffy and Angel chess pieces. This author enjoys the inherent beauty of Joss’s chess pieces and always endeavours to but then back shiny and unbroken. So please don’t sue the author or the host site.


"Harris!"

"Snork!" Xander shot up from where he'd been dowsing in front of the TV. His hair was still damp curls from his shower and his tan skin still glistened with moisture not drying in the sultry basement air. "Swhat!"

Spike wasn't looking at him he was tracking something with his eyes around the room. "You've been dreamin' smut and the windows open! Didn't you listen to a thing they said at the bloody meeting last night?"

"What ... huh? Wait - dreaming - how do you know?" He looked down at the obvious pouching of the front of his boxers "oh".

"Untie me from this soddin' chair, you stupid git."

"What - no!"

"Then grab a newspaper kill the bleedin' thing."

"What thing?"

Spike gestured with his chin the moth Xander had finally seen. 'That thing," he said struggling to free himself from the anal retentively neat rope without breaking the lounge chair he was tied too. "And hurry I don't want to be here if that thing bites your arse."

Xander stood, stretched and yawned. He turned away from Spike looking groggily for something to swat the moth and presenting Spike with a band of flesh from his bunched tee-shirt and low slung his boxers.

The boy found an old Starlog magazine and scanned the room for the moth. A glimpse of iridescence flashed in the corner of his eye. He turned following it. It flew toward him. He hefted his magazine to strike. "It's pretty," he said letting it fluttered by.

"S'not pretty. Just whack the bleedin' thing." Spike's eyes widened, "It's right behind you."
"Ow." Xander rubbed the top of his left cheek. "It bit me."

"I was tellin' you it would! Twonk!." Spike continued to curse as he tugged at his bonds.

Xander scanned the room. Up above the window a spot glimmered he moved closer. He was about to bring his weapon home when a tiny giggle emanated from the spot. It once again flew toward him zipping around his head landing on his nose and in front of his crossed eyes was a little naked woman with sparkly wings.

"Psst," she said her voice so low he could barely hear her, "he's pretty too.'

It giggled again and flew around his useless rolled up magazine and zipped out the window
"What was that?" he said turning back to the vampire. "Well it's a bloody smutfairy wasn't it."

"A smut what ... wait were you ogling my tender teenage butt cleavage."

"Well you were all hanging out and hard to miss," was the muttered reply.
The boy rubbed at the spot on his ass. "Warm."

"Oh hell." Spike struggled making the chair hop toward the door. He managed a foot before he had a lap full of warm boy.

Xander wiggled around with the effect than the most practiced lapdancer until he straddled the vampire's secured legs. As he slid back until his butt nestled against the expanding denim clad crotch exposing more of his rounded flesh to Spike's wide-eyed horror.

"That's what you want isn't it Spike. You'd love to push in there and fill me up wouldn't you."

"Harris! Stop! You will remember this when the poison wares off! And yer gonna stake me you will."

Heedless, the boy reached back and unzipped the vampire's jeans allowing the evidence of Xander's words to spring free. The human pressed back further until the hardened length was trapped firmly between the lush cheeks and its owner's stomach. Xander wiggled causing his ass to slid up and down the rigid flesh.
"Yeah pet just like that. I mean NO! Oh yes."

"Feels good." Xander undid the button of his boxers and fished his erection out through the hole and began to stroke it.

Spike opened his mouth again to protest but made the mistake of looking down and catching the head of his cock appearing and disappearing from between the boy's cheeks. "Gah!"

The moist flesh, the heat and the growing slickness from his pre-cum was amazing but Xander's slow savouring pace wasn't enough. "Ah faster pet."
The boy sped up grinding against him now "that's it, luv."

Xander only grunted and Spike realised just how close the boy must be. Growling he gave up all pretence of his captivity and broke the arms of the chair and grabbed the boy's hips pulling him tighter and increasing his pace. The boy was a constant moan. And the vampire could feel his own peek cresting.

Spike let go the hips and slipped his arms under the Xander's legs and used the whole boy to masturbate himself. He heard the chair back start to snap under the strain and the legs creaked as he braced himself better.

The boy never faltered in his seemingly merciless stripping of himself. It was only a few slick strokes more when his warm bundle he held groaned and shuddered spewing a small geyser. At least one spurt cleared the broad shoulder in front of him and hit the vampire on the chin. The strong musky scent made Spike eyes roll back and he released his own grunt as he shoot out over his stomach making a slicker trail between the boys amazingly hot buttocks. His final shudder finished the chair. Its poor carcass gave way and the two landed in a sprawl of ripped upholstery, springs and broken wood chunks.

The boy sighed twisted and gave the vampire a lazy kiss on the corner of the mouth before shuddering and falling a sleep as the poison left him.

Spike laid there and gathered the will to move. In the end it was the flattened remains poking him in the back that made him move. He kicked his legs freeing them from the ropes and the chair legs, then adjusting the boy a bit he pulled the chair arms free of the ropes on his arms and shook free the rope. He gathered up Xander in his arms and stood the chair back came with him, still tied to his torso. He laid the boy on the bed and freed himself of the last of the martyred lounge chair.

He looked down at the warm human on the bed and then to the window. He smirked at the row of little people that sat on the sill.

Harris would likely stake him in the morning. He looked to the door, he could risk the solderboys running amok across Sunnydale and try and find a bolt hole before morning. The odds there were too close for comfort. His eyes were drawn back to the slayer's pet spread like a buffet across an actual mattress. A golden expanse of flesh still exposed, the boyish face held a gentle smile framed by unruly dark locks. He was the very picture of debauched innocence. A truly nummy treat. A slow smile spread across Spike's face, the odds were in truly in favour of a teenage boy's wet dreams.

He crawled onto the bed and pulled Xander to him. He only sighing with contentment once he was sure that a sizable portion of the boy's moist and now sticky ass was bare to the already chattering wee folk.