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Bath Time
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,561
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5
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Dream Time
Title: Dream Time
Author: Chris
Rating: NC-17, I guess
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Spoilers: S7
Feedback: Yes, please feedback’s more than welcome.
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine, never will be
AN: this short story is kind of a companion piece to Bath Time, this time Spike’s POV.
Bath Time was meant to be a standalone but somehow more ideas are sprouting and
so I’ll keep writing them down as they come. I guess there will be a third part to this.
Closing the door carefully behind him, Spike had a hard time resisting the instant urge to bash his head repeatedly against the nearest flat surface. Which happened to be the door he had just shut and that would first give him a bad headache and second it would probably alert or upset Xander and it was mostly for the second reason that he managed to surpress the urge.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, was all he could manage to think. Have you learnt nothing at all? Why not just barge right in there and tell the boy how you feel?
Not that he himself was in any way sure about how he felt, only thing right now he was certain of was the fact that it had been impossible to resist that sweet, soft, tempting skin that he had helped uncover and put into the bathtub. And so he had let his hands and fingers rest a bit longer than had been strictly necessary to uncloth Xander, had even allowed himself the pleasure of tenderly stroking along the well muscled arms and touched the small of his back under the guise of helping him into the water.
After that a hasty retreat had become necessary as he didn’t want Xander to see the effect he had on him. Though propably the boy wouldn’t have noticed with all the drugs the doctors had fed him at the hospital. Hell, he hadn’t even once complained about the fact that it was him, Spike, the vampire he surely hated even more than Angel, who was helping him home from hospital, practically carried him into his appartment and on top of that prepared a bath and put him into it.
Had the boy been in his right mind, Spike was convinced he would have gotten a mouthful of curses and grumbling about that and never would he have been allowed to undress the boy. All kinds of lucky for him then that the pills seemed to be working quite nicely, lucky in more senses even as a small part of Spikes anatomy had raised a lucky head at this as well. From the moment Xander had leant heavy onto him in the hospital and Spike had to put an arm around his waist to keep him up, through the slow shuffle up the stairs to the appartment until right now, when he’d had a very close up of Xanders magnificient naked body, Spike’s erection hat gotten harder and harder by the minute and was by now almost painful straining against the confines of his tight jeans.
Spike couldn’t even tell anymore when Xander had begun to affect him in such a physical way, only this wasn’t the first time he felt this burning desire for the other man.
Not that he had spent much time thinking about Xander before the soul, he had been too obsessed with Buffy to notice much else. Sure he had come to something like admire the boy for his loyalty to his friends, his eagerness, sometimes bordering on stupidness, to fight evil even without any special powers, not that he would ever have admitted to that then but from that to getting aroused by the mere touch of him was a long way.
Maybe it had been that night at the Magic Shop when Xander had been all about to stake him, there had been so much fire, so much passion in him right then that even Spike the soulless had felt sorry for the hurt he had caused him and at the same moment envious, because no one ever had had feelings like that for him. There was the fire and passion and love that Spike had craved his whole lifetime and the long unliving years and never once found. Yes, he had been the one who gave that kind of love to others but never had it been reciprocated in the way he had needed. Dru before she had been turned might have been able to have emotions like that but once she was a vampire and a mad vampire at that, her own needs had been all she cared about and Spike had been content with that. Mostly.
Buffy, best not to think about her. Guilt and grief and sorrow were the most prominent emotions whenever he saw her or thought about her, but sometimes a tiny little voice inside him would speak up in anger that she hadn’t been all that innocent in their whatever it could have been called. Not a relationship, never that and with the distance that had come with his soul Spike was even able to admit to himself that she wasn’t not now and maybe never could have been the lover that he wanted.
Not that there was a point to wanting a lover anymore. Even if he wouldn’t die a permanent death in the coming battle, what would come after that? Helping the helpless like his Sire? Never that, not like him, - not that he wouldn’t do his share of fighting evil, what else could he do afterall, but simply the prospect of being like this forever scared him more than anything else. Alone, always on the outside, never a true friend, accepted maybe, but never one of them, to different to be among humans and to soulful to ever fit into demonic circles again.
A small sound from behind the door, sounding suspiciously like a moan brought Spikes wandering attention back to the boy in the bath. No, he corrected himself, not really a boy anymore, Xander had grown up visibly in the last year. He was a man now, a man that Spike would have been glad to call a friend or maybe even more but that was never to be.
In another life maybe they would have been friends, mates or even lovers, in a perfect world where he would have noticed how much alike the two of them were, how perfectly suited for each other before he destroyed everything that could have become.
But still, he could dream, couldn’t he? And being this close to the object of his strange affections would tempt a saint and maybe he could just peek into the bathroom a little?
Damn his soul, that wouldn’t let him even take a small look. He could already feel the guilt building up inside him for not respecting Xanders privacy, ok then, not even a glimpse but fortunately the soul didn’t feel guilty about a little daydreaming, so Spike closed his eyes to imagine what could have made Xander moan rather than see for himself.
He could picture the scene perfectly in his head: Xander lying comfortably back in the bathtub just like he had left him there, golden tanned skin all flushed a slight red from the hot water, tiny droplets of water running along the well muscled chest and strong arms. The dark hair slightly wet and curling around the beautiful face of the boy who relaxed in the water with his eyes closed and a smile playing around his mouth.
In Spike’s fantasy Xander would leave his eyes closed when he lifted one hand out from the wetness and began dragging it over his stomach towards his chest and the soft red nipples that were just waiting to be touched. A finger would start drawing circles around a flat nipple, sliding closer on every turn until it would scrape over the tiny numb and start rubbing until it would peek up.
At the same time the other hand would be stroking with light touches across the chest, not yet touching the other nipple, only teasing sometimes coming close to brushing it but drawing away again and moving downwards across the stomach and down still but not touching the cock that by then would be raising its head out from the water and beg to be touched.
Right at this point Spike entered the bathroom using all his vampiric stealth to get in almost unnoticed but for a small breeze that would shift the air a little bit. Not enough to make Xander open his eyes, he’d still lay back, relaxed waiting for what was to come now and Spike was moving silently towards the tub, enjoying the view of his precious boy all spread out in the water for him to pleasure. Dropping to his knees and bending over the edge of the tub just so that his head was right next to his prize, Xanders cock, standing upright out of the water in a perfect position to breathe some more cool air across the top.
A look just wasn’t enough, Spike had to taste Xander and so he angled his head a little bit more, allowing his tongue to sneak out and catch a drop of precum that was glistering on the head of the long and swollen cock. A taste of heaven and Spike needed to have more of that, his tongue coming out once more and this time lapping softly across the head, swirling his tongue around it and moving closer until he was able to put his mouth around the hardness, sucking on it once and then slowly releasing. A soft stroke with the tongue alongside the shaft was rewarded with a moan from Xander and a bucking of his hips, straining closer to his mouth and the wonderful sensations it evoked.
Spike was startled out of his fantasy by a sudden pain in his left hand and discovered that he was gripping the doorframe hard enough to have a small splinter driven into his thumb. Only then did he notice that his other hand was rubbing the front of his jeans in perfect synchronicity with the rythmic moans coming from Xander on the other side. Unable to stop himself the vampire let his eyes fall shut again, not even bothering to take care of the splinter and went back to the scene playing in his mind.
Still kneeling on the floor Spike had braced his arms on either sides of the bathtub to steady himself as he began to slowly suck Xander. With a tilt of his head that maybe would have broken a humans neck Spike managed to get into a position that made him able to watch Xanders face as he closed his lips around the swollen flesh in front of him. Alternating between sucking hard, sliding up and down and licking around the cock like it were a delicious sweet lollipop, Spikes eyes never left the face in front of him, not wanting to miss the moment Xander would open his eyes. Still closed for now but his breathing was becoming ever faster, the heart beating frantically and and tiny droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead. Spike sucked even harder now, taking the thick erection into his throat as deep as possible and began swallowing around it.
With a gasp Xander opened his eyes and Spike found himself staring into dark eyes, the color of chocolate, glazed over with lust and love and Spike couldn’t help the moan that escaped him at this most desired sight. Loving eyes watching him, as he once more swallowed deep and with a soft cry of ‘Spike’, Xander came into his mouth …
and Spike became aware of a few things: one he had just come into his jeans like a schoolboy fantasizing over his secret crush, second he was sucking on his bloodied thumb like it was Xanders cock from his so pleasant dream and third, that was the most important, he could swear he had heard the softly moaned ‘Spike’ coming from behind the door.
Author: Chris
Rating: NC-17, I guess
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Spoilers: S7
Feedback: Yes, please feedback’s more than welcome.
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine, never will be
AN: this short story is kind of a companion piece to Bath Time, this time Spike’s POV.
Bath Time was meant to be a standalone but somehow more ideas are sprouting and
so I’ll keep writing them down as they come. I guess there will be a third part to this.
Closing the door carefully behind him, Spike had a hard time resisting the instant urge to bash his head repeatedly against the nearest flat surface. Which happened to be the door he had just shut and that would first give him a bad headache and second it would probably alert or upset Xander and it was mostly for the second reason that he managed to surpress the urge.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, was all he could manage to think. Have you learnt nothing at all? Why not just barge right in there and tell the boy how you feel?
Not that he himself was in any way sure about how he felt, only thing right now he was certain of was the fact that it had been impossible to resist that sweet, soft, tempting skin that he had helped uncover and put into the bathtub. And so he had let his hands and fingers rest a bit longer than had been strictly necessary to uncloth Xander, had even allowed himself the pleasure of tenderly stroking along the well muscled arms and touched the small of his back under the guise of helping him into the water.
After that a hasty retreat had become necessary as he didn’t want Xander to see the effect he had on him. Though propably the boy wouldn’t have noticed with all the drugs the doctors had fed him at the hospital. Hell, he hadn’t even once complained about the fact that it was him, Spike, the vampire he surely hated even more than Angel, who was helping him home from hospital, practically carried him into his appartment and on top of that prepared a bath and put him into it.
Had the boy been in his right mind, Spike was convinced he would have gotten a mouthful of curses and grumbling about that and never would he have been allowed to undress the boy. All kinds of lucky for him then that the pills seemed to be working quite nicely, lucky in more senses even as a small part of Spikes anatomy had raised a lucky head at this as well. From the moment Xander had leant heavy onto him in the hospital and Spike had to put an arm around his waist to keep him up, through the slow shuffle up the stairs to the appartment until right now, when he’d had a very close up of Xanders magnificient naked body, Spike’s erection hat gotten harder and harder by the minute and was by now almost painful straining against the confines of his tight jeans.
Spike couldn’t even tell anymore when Xander had begun to affect him in such a physical way, only this wasn’t the first time he felt this burning desire for the other man.
Not that he had spent much time thinking about Xander before the soul, he had been too obsessed with Buffy to notice much else. Sure he had come to something like admire the boy for his loyalty to his friends, his eagerness, sometimes bordering on stupidness, to fight evil even without any special powers, not that he would ever have admitted to that then but from that to getting aroused by the mere touch of him was a long way.
Maybe it had been that night at the Magic Shop when Xander had been all about to stake him, there had been so much fire, so much passion in him right then that even Spike the soulless had felt sorry for the hurt he had caused him and at the same moment envious, because no one ever had had feelings like that for him. There was the fire and passion and love that Spike had craved his whole lifetime and the long unliving years and never once found. Yes, he had been the one who gave that kind of love to others but never had it been reciprocated in the way he had needed. Dru before she had been turned might have been able to have emotions like that but once she was a vampire and a mad vampire at that, her own needs had been all she cared about and Spike had been content with that. Mostly.
Buffy, best not to think about her. Guilt and grief and sorrow were the most prominent emotions whenever he saw her or thought about her, but sometimes a tiny little voice inside him would speak up in anger that she hadn’t been all that innocent in their whatever it could have been called. Not a relationship, never that and with the distance that had come with his soul Spike was even able to admit to himself that she wasn’t not now and maybe never could have been the lover that he wanted.
Not that there was a point to wanting a lover anymore. Even if he wouldn’t die a permanent death in the coming battle, what would come after that? Helping the helpless like his Sire? Never that, not like him, - not that he wouldn’t do his share of fighting evil, what else could he do afterall, but simply the prospect of being like this forever scared him more than anything else. Alone, always on the outside, never a true friend, accepted maybe, but never one of them, to different to be among humans and to soulful to ever fit into demonic circles again.
A small sound from behind the door, sounding suspiciously like a moan brought Spikes wandering attention back to the boy in the bath. No, he corrected himself, not really a boy anymore, Xander had grown up visibly in the last year. He was a man now, a man that Spike would have been glad to call a friend or maybe even more but that was never to be.
In another life maybe they would have been friends, mates or even lovers, in a perfect world where he would have noticed how much alike the two of them were, how perfectly suited for each other before he destroyed everything that could have become.
But still, he could dream, couldn’t he? And being this close to the object of his strange affections would tempt a saint and maybe he could just peek into the bathroom a little?
Damn his soul, that wouldn’t let him even take a small look. He could already feel the guilt building up inside him for not respecting Xanders privacy, ok then, not even a glimpse but fortunately the soul didn’t feel guilty about a little daydreaming, so Spike closed his eyes to imagine what could have made Xander moan rather than see for himself.
He could picture the scene perfectly in his head: Xander lying comfortably back in the bathtub just like he had left him there, golden tanned skin all flushed a slight red from the hot water, tiny droplets of water running along the well muscled chest and strong arms. The dark hair slightly wet and curling around the beautiful face of the boy who relaxed in the water with his eyes closed and a smile playing around his mouth.
In Spike’s fantasy Xander would leave his eyes closed when he lifted one hand out from the wetness and began dragging it over his stomach towards his chest and the soft red nipples that were just waiting to be touched. A finger would start drawing circles around a flat nipple, sliding closer on every turn until it would scrape over the tiny numb and start rubbing until it would peek up.
At the same time the other hand would be stroking with light touches across the chest, not yet touching the other nipple, only teasing sometimes coming close to brushing it but drawing away again and moving downwards across the stomach and down still but not touching the cock that by then would be raising its head out from the water and beg to be touched.
Right at this point Spike entered the bathroom using all his vampiric stealth to get in almost unnoticed but for a small breeze that would shift the air a little bit. Not enough to make Xander open his eyes, he’d still lay back, relaxed waiting for what was to come now and Spike was moving silently towards the tub, enjoying the view of his precious boy all spread out in the water for him to pleasure. Dropping to his knees and bending over the edge of the tub just so that his head was right next to his prize, Xanders cock, standing upright out of the water in a perfect position to breathe some more cool air across the top.
A look just wasn’t enough, Spike had to taste Xander and so he angled his head a little bit more, allowing his tongue to sneak out and catch a drop of precum that was glistering on the head of the long and swollen cock. A taste of heaven and Spike needed to have more of that, his tongue coming out once more and this time lapping softly across the head, swirling his tongue around it and moving closer until he was able to put his mouth around the hardness, sucking on it once and then slowly releasing. A soft stroke with the tongue alongside the shaft was rewarded with a moan from Xander and a bucking of his hips, straining closer to his mouth and the wonderful sensations it evoked.
Spike was startled out of his fantasy by a sudden pain in his left hand and discovered that he was gripping the doorframe hard enough to have a small splinter driven into his thumb. Only then did he notice that his other hand was rubbing the front of his jeans in perfect synchronicity with the rythmic moans coming from Xander on the other side. Unable to stop himself the vampire let his eyes fall shut again, not even bothering to take care of the splinter and went back to the scene playing in his mind.
Still kneeling on the floor Spike had braced his arms on either sides of the bathtub to steady himself as he began to slowly suck Xander. With a tilt of his head that maybe would have broken a humans neck Spike managed to get into a position that made him able to watch Xanders face as he closed his lips around the swollen flesh in front of him. Alternating between sucking hard, sliding up and down and licking around the cock like it were a delicious sweet lollipop, Spikes eyes never left the face in front of him, not wanting to miss the moment Xander would open his eyes. Still closed for now but his breathing was becoming ever faster, the heart beating frantically and and tiny droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead. Spike sucked even harder now, taking the thick erection into his throat as deep as possible and began swallowing around it.
With a gasp Xander opened his eyes and Spike found himself staring into dark eyes, the color of chocolate, glazed over with lust and love and Spike couldn’t help the moan that escaped him at this most desired sight. Loving eyes watching him, as he once more swallowed deep and with a soft cry of ‘Spike’, Xander came into his mouth …
and Spike became aware of a few things: one he had just come into his jeans like a schoolboy fantasizing over his secret crush, second he was sucking on his bloodied thumb like it was Xanders cock from his so pleasant dream and third, that was the most important, he could swear he had heard the softly moaned ‘Spike’ coming from behind the door.