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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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5,295
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Mischief And Mayhem
Author: Stephanie M
Email Address: wicciangirl51@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the charac fea featured in the story. The Buffy characters are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB Network. The Xena/Hercules characters belong to RenPics and whoever else owns the rights to these characters.
Category: Crossover/Drama/Humour
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander finally has some fun and deals with Buffy!
Status: Complete
Part 2
Xander faintly felt the bed move as Strife quickly moved out of bed and disappeared in a flash of light. Xander knew that he should probably be worried that his lover was disappearing but right now he was trying to gather his thoughts after another mind-blowing orgasm due to Strife’s wonderful mouth.
As his mind returned Xander remembered their earlier conversation with a scowl. The idea of Strife going after his father without him was more than a little annoying, Xander wanted to be the one to make his father scream out and beg for mercy.
As he contemplated getting out of bed Xander murmured to himself, “Maybe I should invest in a couple of chains to teach Strife a thing or two about going off without explaining his plans. The chains would definitely be fun…I’ll have to remember to ask Spike about where I can get chains strong enough to hold a God. If anyone can find them it’d be Spike.”
With a groan Xander got out of bed and searched for his clothes, which were strewn around the room as if they’d been thrown there. Obviously Strife had been eager to get them into bed last night. Once he was dressed Xander looked around for any sign of a phone and wasn’t surprised when his search came up empty.
“Strife, would you like to come back? Babe, I’m going to leave now and I’d kinda like you to come with me.” Xander said thinking of taking Strife to visit his parents, maybe they could start the torture early and make it last.
Strife flashed in quickly, “Don’t go, Xan. I want to come with ya. Why don’t we go and see ya friends? I’d like to teach them a thir twr two about what happens to someone when they hurt my love.”
At the stern look in Xander’s eyes, Strife changed his voice to a whine and pouted as he continued, “I won't hurt them permanently.”
Xander considered the wisdom of going to see his friends, he wanted to tell them about his love, but knowing his friends he didn’t think it would go across to well. But seeing Strife pout and looking at him so sadly Xander couldn’t help but give in. He nodded his head and reached for his sword.
“We can see them but let’s not take too long. I want to have a little talk with my father soon and I need to see Spike.”
Strife replied his voice serious, “That’s great but as long as I can help teach ya dad a lesson. After that I want to take you somewhere.”
Sensing that it was important to him, Xander smiled and hugged Strife, trying to show the other man how much he love him through touch.
Their surroundings soon changed so that Xander found himself in the middle of Giles’ while he was still in Strife’s arms.
“Hi guys. This is my love, Strife. It’s not that amazing, come on, say something, please.” Xander said to the silent Scooby Gang who looked angry (Buffy), betrayed (Willow) and awed (Giles).
“Get away from him, Xander. I promise nothing will happen we just need to get what ever has possessed you out.” Willow said as she searched around for a spell book.
On cue Buffy approached Strife from behind, directing a roundhouse kick at the God who turned just in time to be caught in the mouth. Seeing what was happening to Strife, Xander felt rage and anger building up inside him. How dare Buffy attack what was his!
Pulling the sword free, Xander moved to face Buffy, at the same time murmuring to Strife, “Can you deal with Willow?”
Strife only nodded his assent as he moved to deal with the naïve, foolish witch. As if she could poly hly hope to beat him, a God.
“So you want to hurt my man do you, Buff? I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” Xander said as he circled Buffy, who looked as if she wasn’t really seeing him.
As Xander expected she kept lunging forward, trying to make him attack. He simply deflected the blows, his mind not registering the hits. All he could think off was that he had to protect Strife. Strife was his mate and partner; he could not let Strife be hurt.
Giles watched Xander and Buffy circle each other. Heogniognised Xander’s behaviour for what it was the desire to protect the man he was in love with, he would have done the same when he was younger to anyone that hurt Ethan.
Seeing that Willow was in midst of a spell Strife did the only thing possible - he directed a blast of energy at her knocking her into the opposite wall. He would have to decide what was a fitting punishment for the little traitor, she had seen everything that happened to Xander and ignored it.
Maybe that was it, Strife thought to himself as he considered his plan.
Flexing his powers he delved into the unconscious Willow’s memories. All it would take was a little tunand and then she would have to live with the knowledge that she allowed her best friend to be raped and beaten for years. The punishment would be long and painful, perfect seeing how Strife didn’t want to kill the idiot. He wanted her to feel pain for the rest of her long life.
Xander looked over to see Strife bended over the prone figure of his best friend; he was surprised to find that he wasn’t worried about Willow at all. She hadn’t done anything to help him and had ignored him since startinllegllege.
Turning his attention back to Buffy he decided that enough was enough. The stupid bitch hadn’t even figured out that he was the better fighter. Judging by her moves she wasn’t fighting at nearly full strength. A fact he could take advantage off. Xander quickly kicked her in the head, having something more in mind for the Slayer.
Lifting the Slayer over his shoulder Xander said, “Hey, Strife take me over to Spike’s? I want to ask him something. While I’m there why don’t you have a talk with my father…I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Just make sure to leave some for me.”
“Alright, Xan. I promise I’ll leave some of the bastard for you, maybe I’ll just show him a few things about pain first.” Strife replied as he used his powers to put Xander in Spike’s crypt, while he transported to the Harris household.
“How did you do that, whelp?” Spike asked as Xander appeared, seemingly out of nowhere with the Buffy lying unconscious over his shoulder.
Dropping Buffy on the floor with a thud, Xander sat down and faced Spike.
Xander said in a bored tone, “My lover’s a God. Anyway I have something to ask you. Would you get hold of some chains strong enough to hold a God for me? As a show of good faith I’ll give you the Slayer here to do with as you want. I recommend you kill her, but then I hate the bitch.”
“I accept that your lover’s a God, not that amazing but why are you giving me the Slayer? Isn’t that kind of against the whole good guy image?” Spike asked, suspicion in his voice, as he wondered just what Xander was setting him up for.
“Look I don’t like Buffy. She’s treated me like dirt and now I’ve got the chance to get rid of her I’m taking advantage of it.” Xander replied as he stood and walked towards the door, eager to join Strife and his father.
*******
While Xander was busy Strife decided to make good on his plan. Making himself invisible he walked inside the Harris house not surprised to find Xander’s mother passed out on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles of beer. Xander’s father was apparently watching a football game, judging by all the yelling.
Making himself vis, St, Strife walked inside the main room and looked at the man sitting in the chair. This man had caused his beloved Xander years of pain and shame, there was no way Strife would let the man live. Before the mortal could utter a wortriftrife had him chained to the wall with nails through his hands, an idea he had picked up from the Romans, during the old days.
Just as Strife reached for his ever present knife, Xander walked inside, a glint of excitement appearing in his eyes at the sight of his father hanging from the wall by his hands.
“Now, my name is Strife and I’m in love with Xan. I know what you’ve done to him so we’ve decided to make you pay. Eventually we’ll kill ya but first we’re going to have some fun.” Strife whispered before turning to look at Xander.
“Don’t let me stop you, babe.” Xander said, sitting down to watch the show.
As Strife moved the knife in a cross pattern on the man’s back, delighting in the blood that started to fall from thellowllow cuts. With each cut the man screamed in pain, causing Strife and Xander to smile in satisfaction.
Strife said as he cracked his knuckles and wonderust ust where to start, “Now these cuts won’t kill ya, but they’ll hurt like hell. Now the next thing I’m going to do is break the bones in your hands, feet and ribs, which will probably hurt but don’t worry we won’t let you go unconscious. We wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the show.”
A shrill scream was heard as Strife slowly broke Xander’s father’s hands, and feet. The screams soon changed to panting moans as Strife pressed down on man’s ribs, a cruel grin on his face at the sound of each one breaking.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry….please let me go Xander.” Xander’s father said, taking deep breaths to speak. The man’s face changed to a smile as Xander stood.
“Don’t worry father, dear.” Xander said, as he reached for the red-hot poker from the fire. “We’ll let you go but first I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” He continued as he pulled his father’s pants off and placed the poker into his father’s ass.
As the smell of burning flesh rose from the man Strife used a small amount of his energy to make sure that the man would remain conscious. With his knife Strife quickly cut the man’s cock off before passing the knife to Xander. Xander stared at the knife and plunged it into his father’s heart.
As one Strife and Xander stood, their hands moving together on instinct as the pair quickly teleported back to Strife’s apartment to celebrate together.
*******
With a thought Strife removed all of their clothes as he materialised them on the bed. Reaching blindly he found Xander’s nipples and fastened his mouth on them. He loved the taste of Xander’s nipples and the way Xander let out a low moan when he touched them. Xander, wanting to taste and feel Strife pulled him into a kiss as he reached for something to use as lube.
“Massage oil? I guess that’ll do, love.” Xander said as he took the bottle and coated his cock with it before moving down to pour some on Strife’s opening, before moving his finger’s inside, scissoring to stretch his love so that he didn’t hurt Strife when he entered him.
“Now dammit Xan, more, please.” Strife managed to say through moans at the feeling of Xander’s fingers inside him.
Crawling up his love’s body, Strife moved to take Xander’s cock inside him, he wanted to be able to see Xander as they made love. Strife started to move his body on Xander’s cock, moving up as Xander thrust upwards into Strife’s body.
“You’re mine Strife just as I’m yours. I belong to you forever just as you belong to me. I love you, babe.” Xander chanted with harder and harder thrusts.
As he thrust up Xander reached for Strife’s hard, weeping cock, wrapping his hands around it and stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Strife wanted it to last forever, wanted to feel Xander moving inside him forever. But even as he thought this he felt his organism approaching. He arched up as he came, shouting "Xander!!!" The clenching of his muscles caused Xander to orgasm, as Xander came he thrust up into Strife one last tome before shouting, “Strife!!!”, and laying his head on the pillow with a shout.
As Xander fell back on the bed, Xander lay down, nuzzling into Xander’s chest as he covered them both up with the cover’ which had been thrown onto the floor, during their earlier activities. Xander tightened his arms around Strife as the pair fell into an exhausted, content sleep.
End Part 2
Author: Stephanie M
Email Address: wicciangirl51@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the charac fea featured in the story. The Buffy characters are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB Network. The Xena/Hercules characters belong to RenPics and whoever else owns the rights to these characters.
Category: Crossover/Drama/Humour
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander finally has some fun and deals with Buffy!
Status: Complete
Part 2
Xander faintly felt the bed move as Strife quickly moved out of bed and disappeared in a flash of light. Xander knew that he should probably be worried that his lover was disappearing but right now he was trying to gather his thoughts after another mind-blowing orgasm due to Strife’s wonderful mouth.
As his mind returned Xander remembered their earlier conversation with a scowl. The idea of Strife going after his father without him was more than a little annoying, Xander wanted to be the one to make his father scream out and beg for mercy.
As he contemplated getting out of bed Xander murmured to himself, “Maybe I should invest in a couple of chains to teach Strife a thing or two about going off without explaining his plans. The chains would definitely be fun…I’ll have to remember to ask Spike about where I can get chains strong enough to hold a God. If anyone can find them it’d be Spike.”
With a groan Xander got out of bed and searched for his clothes, which were strewn around the room as if they’d been thrown there. Obviously Strife had been eager to get them into bed last night. Once he was dressed Xander looked around for any sign of a phone and wasn’t surprised when his search came up empty.
“Strife, would you like to come back? Babe, I’m going to leave now and I’d kinda like you to come with me.” Xander said thinking of taking Strife to visit his parents, maybe they could start the torture early and make it last.
Strife flashed in quickly, “Don’t go, Xan. I want to come with ya. Why don’t we go and see ya friends? I’d like to teach them a thir twr two about what happens to someone when they hurt my love.”
At the stern look in Xander’s eyes, Strife changed his voice to a whine and pouted as he continued, “I won't hurt them permanently.”
Xander considered the wisdom of going to see his friends, he wanted to tell them about his love, but knowing his friends he didn’t think it would go across to well. But seeing Strife pout and looking at him so sadly Xander couldn’t help but give in. He nodded his head and reached for his sword.
“We can see them but let’s not take too long. I want to have a little talk with my father soon and I need to see Spike.”
Strife replied his voice serious, “That’s great but as long as I can help teach ya dad a lesson. After that I want to take you somewhere.”
Sensing that it was important to him, Xander smiled and hugged Strife, trying to show the other man how much he love him through touch.
Their surroundings soon changed so that Xander found himself in the middle of Giles’ while he was still in Strife’s arms.
“Hi guys. This is my love, Strife. It’s not that amazing, come on, say something, please.” Xander said to the silent Scooby Gang who looked angry (Buffy), betrayed (Willow) and awed (Giles).
“Get away from him, Xander. I promise nothing will happen we just need to get what ever has possessed you out.” Willow said as she searched around for a spell book.
On cue Buffy approached Strife from behind, directing a roundhouse kick at the God who turned just in time to be caught in the mouth. Seeing what was happening to Strife, Xander felt rage and anger building up inside him. How dare Buffy attack what was his!
Pulling the sword free, Xander moved to face Buffy, at the same time murmuring to Strife, “Can you deal with Willow?”
Strife only nodded his assent as he moved to deal with the naïve, foolish witch. As if she could poly hly hope to beat him, a God.
“So you want to hurt my man do you, Buff? I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” Xander said as he circled Buffy, who looked as if she wasn’t really seeing him.
As Xander expected she kept lunging forward, trying to make him attack. He simply deflected the blows, his mind not registering the hits. All he could think off was that he had to protect Strife. Strife was his mate and partner; he could not let Strife be hurt.
Giles watched Xander and Buffy circle each other. Heogniognised Xander’s behaviour for what it was the desire to protect the man he was in love with, he would have done the same when he was younger to anyone that hurt Ethan.
Seeing that Willow was in midst of a spell Strife did the only thing possible - he directed a blast of energy at her knocking her into the opposite wall. He would have to decide what was a fitting punishment for the little traitor, she had seen everything that happened to Xander and ignored it.
Maybe that was it, Strife thought to himself as he considered his plan.
Flexing his powers he delved into the unconscious Willow’s memories. All it would take was a little tunand and then she would have to live with the knowledge that she allowed her best friend to be raped and beaten for years. The punishment would be long and painful, perfect seeing how Strife didn’t want to kill the idiot. He wanted her to feel pain for the rest of her long life.
Xander looked over to see Strife bended over the prone figure of his best friend; he was surprised to find that he wasn’t worried about Willow at all. She hadn’t done anything to help him and had ignored him since startinllegllege.
Turning his attention back to Buffy he decided that enough was enough. The stupid bitch hadn’t even figured out that he was the better fighter. Judging by her moves she wasn’t fighting at nearly full strength. A fact he could take advantage off. Xander quickly kicked her in the head, having something more in mind for the Slayer.
Lifting the Slayer over his shoulder Xander said, “Hey, Strife take me over to Spike’s? I want to ask him something. While I’m there why don’t you have a talk with my father…I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Just make sure to leave some for me.”
“Alright, Xan. I promise I’ll leave some of the bastard for you, maybe I’ll just show him a few things about pain first.” Strife replied as he used his powers to put Xander in Spike’s crypt, while he transported to the Harris household.
“How did you do that, whelp?” Spike asked as Xander appeared, seemingly out of nowhere with the Buffy lying unconscious over his shoulder.
Dropping Buffy on the floor with a thud, Xander sat down and faced Spike.
Xander said in a bored tone, “My lover’s a God. Anyway I have something to ask you. Would you get hold of some chains strong enough to hold a God for me? As a show of good faith I’ll give you the Slayer here to do with as you want. I recommend you kill her, but then I hate the bitch.”
“I accept that your lover’s a God, not that amazing but why are you giving me the Slayer? Isn’t that kind of against the whole good guy image?” Spike asked, suspicion in his voice, as he wondered just what Xander was setting him up for.
“Look I don’t like Buffy. She’s treated me like dirt and now I’ve got the chance to get rid of her I’m taking advantage of it.” Xander replied as he stood and walked towards the door, eager to join Strife and his father.
*******
While Xander was busy Strife decided to make good on his plan. Making himself invisible he walked inside the Harris house not surprised to find Xander’s mother passed out on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles of beer. Xander’s father was apparently watching a football game, judging by all the yelling.
Making himself vis, St, Strife walked inside the main room and looked at the man sitting in the chair. This man had caused his beloved Xander years of pain and shame, there was no way Strife would let the man live. Before the mortal could utter a wortriftrife had him chained to the wall with nails through his hands, an idea he had picked up from the Romans, during the old days.
Just as Strife reached for his ever present knife, Xander walked inside, a glint of excitement appearing in his eyes at the sight of his father hanging from the wall by his hands.
“Now, my name is Strife and I’m in love with Xan. I know what you’ve done to him so we’ve decided to make you pay. Eventually we’ll kill ya but first we’re going to have some fun.” Strife whispered before turning to look at Xander.
“Don’t let me stop you, babe.” Xander said, sitting down to watch the show.
As Strife moved the knife in a cross pattern on the man’s back, delighting in the blood that started to fall from thellowllow cuts. With each cut the man screamed in pain, causing Strife and Xander to smile in satisfaction.
Strife said as he cracked his knuckles and wonderust ust where to start, “Now these cuts won’t kill ya, but they’ll hurt like hell. Now the next thing I’m going to do is break the bones in your hands, feet and ribs, which will probably hurt but don’t worry we won’t let you go unconscious. We wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the show.”
A shrill scream was heard as Strife slowly broke Xander’s father’s hands, and feet. The screams soon changed to panting moans as Strife pressed down on man’s ribs, a cruel grin on his face at the sound of each one breaking.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry….please let me go Xander.” Xander’s father said, taking deep breaths to speak. The man’s face changed to a smile as Xander stood.
“Don’t worry father, dear.” Xander said, as he reached for the red-hot poker from the fire. “We’ll let you go but first I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” He continued as he pulled his father’s pants off and placed the poker into his father’s ass.
As the smell of burning flesh rose from the man Strife used a small amount of his energy to make sure that the man would remain conscious. With his knife Strife quickly cut the man’s cock off before passing the knife to Xander. Xander stared at the knife and plunged it into his father’s heart.
As one Strife and Xander stood, their hands moving together on instinct as the pair quickly teleported back to Strife’s apartment to celebrate together.
*******
With a thought Strife removed all of their clothes as he materialised them on the bed. Reaching blindly he found Xander’s nipples and fastened his mouth on them. He loved the taste of Xander’s nipples and the way Xander let out a low moan when he touched them. Xander, wanting to taste and feel Strife pulled him into a kiss as he reached for something to use as lube.
“Massage oil? I guess that’ll do, love.” Xander said as he took the bottle and coated his cock with it before moving down to pour some on Strife’s opening, before moving his finger’s inside, scissoring to stretch his love so that he didn’t hurt Strife when he entered him.
“Now dammit Xan, more, please.” Strife managed to say through moans at the feeling of Xander’s fingers inside him.
Crawling up his love’s body, Strife moved to take Xander’s cock inside him, he wanted to be able to see Xander as they made love. Strife started to move his body on Xander’s cock, moving up as Xander thrust upwards into Strife’s body.
“You’re mine Strife just as I’m yours. I belong to you forever just as you belong to me. I love you, babe.” Xander chanted with harder and harder thrusts.
As he thrust up Xander reached for Strife’s hard, weeping cock, wrapping his hands around it and stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Strife wanted it to last forever, wanted to feel Xander moving inside him forever. But even as he thought this he felt his organism approaching. He arched up as he came, shouting "Xander!!!" The clenching of his muscles caused Xander to orgasm, as Xander came he thrust up into Strife one last tome before shouting, “Strife!!!”, and laying his head on the pillow with a shout.
As Xander fell back on the bed, Xander lay down, nuzzling into Xander’s chest as he covered them both up with the cover’ which had been thrown onto the floor, during their earlier activities. Xander tightened his arms around Strife as the pair fell into an exhausted, content sleep.
End Part 2