Slip Slide Melting

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Part 14

‘Stains’ was everything he’d heard it was, and more.

In fact, Lex was kind of surprised by how many different demon types were there and mingling freely.

Hell, the bar had more varieties of drinks available than he’d ever truly expected to see, ranging from Tibetan Yak Bile for the DoleeLhhames to freshly squeezed leeches for the three or four kinds of demons who found that sort of thing a delicacy. Not to mention the usual liquors, and—of course—blood.

The blood-bar alone took up one whole corner, and as Lex was looking to find himself a vampire for the night, that was where he’d chosen to stand, sipping slowly at the soda he’d gotten across the main room.

“So, uh… you come here a lot? It’s my first time…” he tried, looking interestedly at a likely young-looking vamp.

Shorter than himself… slender but obviously vampire-strong… and oh, Lex had always been a sucker for blonds.

“Sorry, boy,” the vamp in question said regretfully after giving the human-looking young man a quick once-over, “I lost my taste for… warm and breathing a few centuries ago. Besides, you guys can be kind of… fragile. But if you’re ever turned, look me up, huh? I wouldn’t mind… breaking you in.”

The brunette sighed and turned away, hiding his blush by staring at the floor. That made four times he’d been shot down in the last half hour and he was starting to wonder whether there was something wrong with him. Or wrong with the way he was dressed or something, because he’d never had so much trouble getting a vampire interested before. Hell, they were usually just raring to go.

Spike watched for the other end of the blood bar, smirking as the latest of the boy’s attempts approached him. His initial plan had been to set the boy up for a little ‘adventure’, but this was turning out to be far more amusing.

“Thanks, mate,” he said with a smirk, “Appreciate it. The boy… well, don’t think he rightly knows what he’s getting himself into, yeah?”

The other blond shrugged and pocketed the money that was passed subtly into his hand. “I meant what I told him. I don’t really go for the warm ones anymore. Too high maintenance. Besides, they cry too much when you fuck them. All that whining over a little bit of blood.” He glanced over his shoulder, studying the dark-haired boy’s back for a moment, then smiled darkly. “Might have made an exception for that one, though. It’s been a long time since I broke in a virgin. I bet he’ll scream real nice for the bloodsucker who pops that round ass.” He shrugged again. “But cash comes in handy too, so thanks.”

“Nah, mate… thank you,” Spike muttered, still trying to wrap his mind around the possibility that Lex ‘no good-night fuck means no second date’ Harris could be untouched. “Hey, one thing,” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him, “Why do you say he’s a virgin?”

The older vampire sniggered and looked back at the boy one more time. “Crap opening lines. Plus, no bite marks. That young, they’re so overwhelmed by the fucking, they beg for the bite. Every. Single. Time.” He grinned. “I have Childer. I hear all about it. And since that’s the only kind of biting that’s allowed with unlicensed participants, you won’t find a single vamp who’ll say no. So, no bite—and he’s obviously got a vamp-fixation or he wouldn’t be here, much less lurking around the blood bar—well, that pretty much means that cherry of his hasn’t been plucked. Yet. Don’t imagine it’ll be long, though. You can’t buy off every vampire he runs into.”

“Right, then…” and that changed his game plan a little. For the moment, in any case.

Interesting to know the boy wasn’t as lacking in Xander’s youthful bravado as he’d thought, though.

He looked at the boy again, then nodded to himself and pushed away from the bar.

Time to let the boy know he wasn’t half as sneaky as he thought himself to be. His original plan could always be put into play another time, after all.

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He’d finished a second soda and was seriously contemplating moving on to something less… innocent when he felt the cool body move up beside him and caught blond hair from the corner of his eye. His ready smile faded, though, when he turned to face the new vampire and saw… “Fuck. You! How did you find me?”

And oh, the boy’s disheartened sigh was music to his ears, but he didn’t let it show. Couldn’t, in fact.

No, Spike simply chuckled and took a sip of the whiskey he’d just gotten. “Didn’t have to find you, mate. Followed you, didn’t I? Amazing that none of the Guards ever figured out about the so-called secret passage in the Library, but then again, with Angel in charge, they’re probably not the brightest, yeah?”

“Huh?” Lex frowned, sure he should have been able to come up with a better response than that, but “huh?” he said again.

Blue eyes rolled as the vampire cocked his head. “What? Just because I’m looking after you, I’m supposed to keep you prisoner?” He snorted. “Don’t think so, bloke. Sounds right boring, that. Likely to drive me bug-shagging crazy in about a day.”

He watched the boy try to process that while he took another sip of his drink.

“Besides which,” he added, “Don’t see the harm in having a bit of fun, yeah? Not like you’re out robbing banks or mugging little old demon-ladies, now, is it? Seventeen year old bloke… figure the noose has to chafe a bit. Only fair to let you slip it every now and again. See what’s out there in the world. Xan… your Dad… never would have stood for being all cooped up and protected until he could barely breathe when he was your age. Why should you?”

Okay, and this Spike was entirely different from the one he’d met in Santa Monica… and the one who’d spent the entire day grating on his nerves. He didn’t know which one was the real Spike, but he kinda hoped it was this one.

Of course, he was still suspicious.

“So you’re not here to drag me back home?” he demanded, hand clenching tightly around his empty glass.

The vampire shrugged. “Don’t see why I should, mate. Know your Dad wants to protect you. He’s got good reason to worry, yeah? Somebody sees you wandering about all on your lonesome and figures out who you are? Wouldn’t be at all hard to snatch you and use you against him, right?” One strong hand rose, gripping tightly at a solid shoulder to hold the boy in place. “But.”

“But?” Lex echoed, every instinct screaming that he needed to run; that Spike really was about to make him go home. He had no illusions about whether the blond would catch him, but he could for damn sure make him fight for his victory. He was in no way staying where he was because Spike was right, he told himself. Not at all.

Full, pale lips twitched as Spike fought the urge to laugh at the young man. “But.” He nodded. “Sitting around like a great bloody lump because something might happen is sodding pointless. Might as well just off yourself, because that’s not living. So we compromise, yeah?”

And Lex was suddenly even more suspicious. “Uh-huh. Usually when someone says ‘compromise’, they mean do it their way.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not your usual someone, am I? Old enough to know what the word means. So here’s how it’s going to be, Lex.

“Not going to try to keep you home, alright? Hell, by your age, Xander was out patrolling with the Slayer, and granted, his Dad wasn’t anyone who mattered, but so what? So you can get out of that great rambling shack from time to time.”

He felt his suspicions ease a little, though not much. “Uh-huh… but there’s rules, I’ll bet. There’s always rules.”

Spike chuckled again. “Of course there’s rules, you daft git. Be bloody anarchy if there weren’t, yeah? But the rules are simple. Think you’ll be able to live with them.”

“First off, mate… it’s not every night. Got studying and such to do and you’re bloody well going to do it. That’s not negotiable. Second, when you do go out, you don’t sneak. You tell me. I’ll either go with you or pick a guard for that. Depends on what me and your Dad are up to. Third, and most important, if whoever’s with you says run, you run. They say hide, you bloody well hide. Got it?”

“And what do you get out of this, Spike?”

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“So what did you tell him?” Xander asked later, fingers stroking slowly through mussed blond hair.

The vampire shrugged just a little, shifting his head on the broad, tanned chest. “Mostly that I’d be getting a not worried crazy bloke to shag unconscious… and fewer interruptions in my sex life to track down one wayward boy.” He smirked at the soft groan he heard. “Oh, come on, luv… it’s not like the bloke thinks we’re knitting scarves in here. Young Lex has a pretty good idea of what we get up to; I’m sure of that much, just from the queasy look he got on his face.”

Xander wasn’t sure of whether to laugh or frown. “I’m still not sure that letting him run wild is a good idea, Spike. What if something…”

“What…? Happens?” the vampire interrupted, fingers stroking over the warm ribs lightly, “Look, pet, it’s like what you said you told Red about her kid, yeah? And okay, could be asking for trouble with the brat; that’s why we won’t let him go out alone, right? Still, what else are you going to do, luv? Keep him locked up for the rest of his bloody long life… and yours?” He chuckled and bit lightly at one dark nipple. “Besides, mate, do better to hope something does happen. Could shock the git into a new sodding attitude. Betting I’d be willing to help you with that, in fact.”

And that was as close as he was going to get to telling Xander what he had planned for the boy.

The brunette sighed and shook his head, then laughed softly. “One thing’s for sure, Spike. Life is definitely gonna be more interesting with you around.”

One long, alabaster leg moved and Spike grinned down into wide brown eyes as he straddled his bloke. “Thought it already was, pet,” he murmured, his tongue creeping out to run slowly over his own lips. “In fact… think we could do with a bit more of the interest right now, yeah?”

Xander found himself groaning again as his vampire rocked on him, their reawakening shafts sliding slowly against each other. “Fuck, Spike… always interested when you do that… unnghh… harder, baby…”

As if he would say no, Spike thought with a smirk, laughing silently at the demon’s snort as well as the soul’s ‘I should say not’. “This what you want, luv? You want to come against me, feel our spunk mix on your stomach and pool in every bloody lovely dip of muscle?”

He moved a bit faster, his hands on his bloke’s chest for leverage as he leaned forward, eyes pulling away from Xander’s to look down between their bodies at their sliding, seeping cocks. “Look at us, Xan… you’re so dark, luv… darker than me, even there where the sun never reaches… love the way your cock looks, pet, all thick and shining, soft skin and hard flesh… love watching you, don’t I?”

Gods, Spike’s voice alone was almost enough. But those slender, white hips bruising from his fingers would be even better, he knew.

His hands moved quickly, grabbing on to their preferred hold and Xander arched against the mattress, the firm slip-and-slide growing slicker by the moment. “Gods, Spike… fuck… you feel so good, baby… nnnngh… want you, baby… want you so bad…”

“Can be bad for you, pet,” the blond grunted, shifting forward a bit then raising his hips, “Rather be good, though. Make you shout my name, yeah…?” His teeth closed lightly over his bottom lip as he pressed back and down, finding the thick tip of his Xan’s ready shaft with ease. “Still slick, pet… still ready for you… going to take you in, Xan, sink down on you and feel you so deep, luv, so deep…”

“Oh… yeah,” Xander growled, his grip tightening as he pulled that cool, hard body down with a sharp tug, his own exhaled cry of pleasure nearly drowned out by the rough shout Spike released. “Fuck, Spike!”

He’d never ridden the bloke before, and while he’d expected the cock in his ass to feel bigger, he hadn’t had any idea of just how much so it would seem. His mouth hung open, loud gasps flying from his lips as he tried to regain breath he didn’t need, his fingers curling into hard pecs as he throbbed and twitched in the most pleasurable way imaginable. “Bloody… fucking… hell…” he finally managed to say. “Xanderrrr… sodding huge, luv… bloody… Gods!”

And he suddenly remembered how it had felt when he’d ridden Spike that first time, and he hadn’t taken Spike in half as fast as he’d just dragged the blond down onto him, and… “Shit. Shit, baby, I’m sorry, I… fuck, I hurt you, I…”

“N-no,” the vampire moaned, pressing down harder on the thick flesh piercing him, “No… not h-hurting, Xan… so… fucking… good! So f-full, luv. Bloody… brilliant!”

His hands flexed slightly on Spike’s hips and Xander’s eyes raked over his vampire’s face, relaxing just a little when he saw a good bit more pleasure than pain there. “Gods… if you could feel what I do right now, Spike…”

“L-later, luv,” the blond moaned, swallowing hard and starting a slow, rhythmic shift. “I’ll feel it n-next time. Busy f-feeling you inside me right n-now…”

“Feel so good, baby… Gods, so… fuck, Spike… love your ass…”

“Good… love your cock t-tucked up in me all n-nice and th-thick…” he answered with the last of his breath before getting down to it, his body moving faster, harder, sliding back and forth, back and forth between his hands on his bloke’s chest and his bloke’s long shaft moving in and out, in and out, rubbing repeatedly over that spot inside him that made him shiver.

‘Not gonna last, not gonna last… gonna have to stop, gonna come, don’t want to stop, not gonna stop…’ ran through Xander’s mind, and he had no idea of whether it was his own voice or the Alex voice, but he didn’t care because he agreed with it, thought it was possibly the smartest voice ever, and when he felt Spike’s tight little hole clench harder around him, saw Spike’s pale body arch and bow above him, he shouted loud and long, spilling deeply into the coolness that was rapidly warming from his own hot seed and he wasn’t stopping, couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop…

“B-bloody…!” Spike howled, coming roughly in harsh spurts that splattered first Xander’s stomach, then his own as he found himself on his back, the softening shaft becoming hard again as his bloke pounded into him relentlessly, dark eyes gone silver-flecked black as grunting moans spilled from full red lips, hot breath gusting across his chin, his neck… and when he saw the small black horns split the tanned forehead above him, scattered drops of thick, red blood raining down gently, he found himself coming again, then again as sharp talons sprung from blunt fingertips and pricked his skin, and “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop, luv! More, pet, more… more now, more…”

Oh, yeah, he was demon enough to give his vamp whatever he wanted. He was just glad the blond hadn’t freaked when he lost control because there was no going back now. Not yet. Not until the lustblaze burned itself out. “Not sssstoping, Sssspike,” he hissed, forked tongue making the words hard, but that wouldn’t keep him from saying what he had to. “Can’t sssstop… sssso good, baby… ssssstay here all day… make you sssscream…” His body moved faster, harder, a grunted howl springing from him with each long, deep thrust into the amazing sheath of his vampire, and when he heard the gasping, shuddering cries spilling from those pale lips, he moved faster still; harder still.

His fifth orgasm was actually painful, but it was the good kind of pain and Spike figured that was a good thing because his bloke, whatever he’d turned into, wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, though he had slowed just a bit. He could feel Xander’s come leaking from his ass every time the bloke moved, but that was fine; that was good, in fact, because he had a sneaking suspicion that the lube from earlier was long gone.

“Th-that’s it, p-pet,” he moaned low and deep when the bloke inside him moved just a touch higher, twisting his hips as he slammed in again, “Y-yeah, luv… j-just l-like th-that… b-bloody fucking… hell…!” He was hard again, amazing as that was even to him, but then again, maybe it had something to do with whatever kind of demon his bloke had become, and that would explain it, after all… and then his Xan was buried deep, hips not pistoning anymore but pressing his shaft hard into him and moving in small, tight circles, and… “L-l-luv!” he yelled as he came again, his eyes closing as darkness settled over him without even a warning.

And Spike’s ass was just as good when the vampire was passed out, Xander realized. Not that he had long to notice because it was mere seconds after that final, minimal spurt and shout that Xander found his own spine arching close to double, his claws digging deep into sheets as he shuddered, shook, howled roughly and finally, finally emptied himself into his vampire’s now-hot bowels. “Oh… my… Godsssss…” he moaned deeply, then collapsed atop the slightly smaller form, still locked with his body as he fell into peaceful black.

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