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Chapter Two
Author: Joolz
Title: One Stormy Night
Chapter: Part 2
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the boys are not (owned by Joss & ME)
Warnings: contains descriptions of sexual activities
One Stormy Night
Part 2
By Joolz
It didn’t take long for the look on Xander’s face to change. Spike watched it happen and saw the exact moment when the bliss wore off and the embarrassment kicked in. Xander’s arms rose to cover his face and hide the shame he was feeling at having come just from having his nipple rings pulled. Even more so when it sunk in whom it had been that had done the pulling. He would never live this down. Spike would hold this over his head forever. Dropping little hints in front of the other Scoobies, giving him sly winks and making him generally miserable, as he waited for the moment when Spike decided to tell everyone what he had done and ruin Xander’s life completely.
Spike could almost hear the thoughts turning over in Xander’s head.
“I’m not going to go running to tell your little friends, you know.”
“Right! ‘Cause there’d be no benefit to you to humiliate me like that, would there.”
“I mean it, Xan. It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
Xander eased one of his arms away from his face to peep at Spike and see if his face looked as sincere as his voice sounded.
“How come? I thought you’d leap at the chance to laugh at my expense.”
“You may not have noticed it, but I haven’t done that for a while now.”
Xander’s arms dropped away from his face as he thought intently back over the last few months since he and Spike had been patrolling together.
The first time it had been suggested that they pair up, he’d been hurt because Spike had said, ‘The witch can take care of herself, I’ll babysit the whelp’. He didn’t need babysitting and the others hadn’t needed to sound so keen to palm him off on to Spike. After that it had become routine and they always ended up together.
But now that he thought about it, it hadn’t been all mockery and abuse. Sure, there had been some smart comments at the beginning, but they had been coming less and less. The more time he had spent with Spike, the more he learnt from him. He had started really watching Spike as he fought, enjoying the grace and flowing moves which Spike used to dispatch his opponents.
Xander had started copying him, trying to emulate Spike’s actions and when Spike had noticed, there hadn’t been the expected ridicule, Spike had actually encouraged him and taught him how to execute the moves correctly. He was no longer a hindrance to Spike, someone to be watched out for, he was an equal partner. They moved as a team, working together in an efficient, capable manner, taking on whatever was thrown at them.
Xander revelled in his new skills. Buffy and the others had never really bothered to show him anything because Buffy was always there to take over, he had just been there as bait. He had tried copying Buffy before but that had never worked out for him. He hadn’t had the strength to pull off the sort of moves she used.
But Spike was different. He was a street fighter and his techniques had been honed over the decades to precise movements and an ability to win by any means necessary, whether that be by using standard fighting positions or underhand tricks that others wouldn’t even think of. This was what he taught Xander and, with the added bonus of his new strength gained from working construction, he found that the style suited him. He was becoming almost as proficient as Spike who, it turned out, was actually a very good teacher.
Xander also thought about the time that he and Spike spent together in between their fights. Whilst they were patrolling, they talked about all sorts of things and they had found they really had a lot in common. Spike had even read all the super hero comic books that Xander loved so much. They had long discussions on the virtue of one Marvel hero over another, arguing over who would win the fight if they all came together.
Now that he actually stopped to think about it, he realised that he enjoyed patrolling with Spike and Spike was right, they’d stopped making fun of each other a long time ago. The names they called each other now were almost a sign of affection, as opposed to the insults they had always been trying to put each other down with before. Whoa, had he just thought the word ‘affection’ and Spike in the same sentence!
Spike had been watching the emotions play across Xander’s face as he thought back and judged that this would be a good time to move and give Xander a little space. Spike could feel his clothes clinging wetly to him as he walked, so he knew that Xander must be feeling even worse as he would have the cold seeping in to him too.
He decided to get a fire going, both for warmth and light. There were some logs already in the fire place, he just needed some kindling and he spotted an old newspaper on the table which would do nicely for that. He crumpled the paper up and interspersed it between the logs then used his trusty Zippo to set it alight. Soon the fire was crackling and the whole room seemed a lot cosier.
He went to an old cupboard near the bed to see if there was anything they could use to cover themselves when they took off their wet clothes to allow them to dry. He found the cupboard empty, save for an old tatty blanket shoved into one corner. Oh well, beggars couldn’t be choosers, it would have to do. He ripped it in half lengthways so that there was enough to cover both their modesties. He wasn’t bothered for himself, but he wanted Xander to feel more comfortable before he moved on to the next part of his plan.
Spike stripped off his duster, jeans and t-shirt and wrapped his half of the blanket around his waist, before he went over to Xander.
“Hey Xan, you’d better get out of those wet clothes before they make you ill. You can put this round yourself whilst you’re waiting for them to dry in front of the fire.”
Xander took the blanket and looked gratefully up as Spike winked at him and then moved away, leaving Xander some space to get out of his wet (and sticky!) clothes in private.
Xander screwed up his shorts. He definitely wasn’t putting them on again until they’d been thoroughly washed. He’d have to go home in just his trousers, it couldn’t hurt, Spike went ‘commando’ all the time. Xander laid his clothes out in front of the fire next to Spike’s.
Xander looked round at the thwump sound and he saw Spike dragging the mattress off the bed and over in front of the fire.
“Might as well be comfy whilst we wait for this storm to finish. This way you’ll keep warm too.”
Xander was touched by Spike’s consideration. Truth be told, he was still feeling a bit cold, even now his wet clothes were off. He said as much as he sat down, being careful to keep the thin piece of blanket over him as he did so. Spike smiled as he did the same.
“You must be cold, you’ve got Goosebumps. Give us your hands and I’ll rub the warmth back into them for you.”
“No way!” Xander exclaimed, wrapping his arms round his body.
“Don’t be stupid, mate! I’m only talking about getting your circulation going. You’ll get a chill if you don’t warm up soon.”
With that, he grabbed one of Xander’s hands and started rubbing it briskly between his own. Xander tried to pull away but Spike just held on tighter and kept rubbing. Xander felt the warmth starting to seep back in to his fingers so he stopped fidgeting and let Spike continue.
Spike moved from his hand to his wrist and, when that was nice and warm, he moved further up the arm, chafing the skin all the way up to the shoulder. When he finished with one arm, he moved on to the other one and treated it in the same way. Xander seemed to relax a bit as Spike carried on with the impromptu massage.
When Spike had done both arms he moved down and started on Xander’s feet. Xander started pulling away again, but for a different reason this time, he was incredibly ticklish and started to struggle as Spike rubbed the soles of his feet. Spike, of course, took great advantage and stroked the instep very gently instead of the hard strokes he had been performing before. He held Xander’s ankle in an iron grip as he continued tickling him.
Xander was writhing around on the floor trying to push Spike off or kick him with his free foot. Spike grabbed hold of that foot too and knelt on it, then he slid his hand further up Xander’s leg and started tickling him behind his knee.
Spike stroked his hand up and down Xander’s legs with feather-light touches and Xander was almost crying with laughter and shouting at Spike to stop. Spike knelt completely over both of Xander’s legs to keep him still as he started moving his hands higher, inching them further up Xander’s thigh with each tickle until he was reaching under the torn blanket, which by some miracle, was still in place.
As his fingers slid up Xander’s inside thigh and touched the bottom of Xander’s sac, the writhing stopped abruptly and Xander fell silent, staring intently up at Spike.
“What’s the matter, Xan, not ticklish there?”
“Spike, what do you think you’re doing. Get off me!”
“I thought we were having fun there. You don’t really want me to stop do you?”
With that, Spike ran his fingers up Xander’s left thigh, squeezed Xander’s balls as he crossed over and then stroked his fingers back down the right thigh. Xander gave a little yelp and a shiver as Spike touched him and Spike noticed a twitching of the blanket as something stirred beneath it.
“That’s it, Spike! Get off me right now, I mean it!”
Xander gave an almighty push of his heels against the floor and lifted his knees, trying to throw Spike off. Spike, however, had anticipated this and just used the momentum to slide himself further along Xander’s legs and his hand, which had been resting on Xander’s thigh, also slid further up, until it came to a halt neatly wrapped around Xander’s far from uninterested cock.
Xander stopped again and his legs slid back flat to the floor. He kept his eyes glued to Spike’s not wanting to look down and acknowledge where Spike’s hand was, or what it was starting to do.
“If you’d wanted me to stroke your cock, you could have just asked, luv, no need for all the acrobatics!”
“I didn’t want you to, I mean, I don’t want you to, I mean, stop right now!”
“You don’t sound very certain, Xan. Are you sure you don’t want me to do this…”
Spike moved his finger up one side of Xander’s cock, slowly circled the slit and then moved it back down the other side. Xander gasped out a strangled ‘No!’
“Or maybe even this…”
This time, Spike grasped the rapidly hardening shaft and squeezed it firmly, pumping it as his hand slid further up until it reached the head. From there, he slid his thumb over the slit and gently rubbed the oozing juices into the head of Xander’s cock.
Xander groaned deeply, his eyes staring desperately into Spike’s as he could no longer deny what was happening to him, nor could he disguise how it was affecting him, because Spike held the evidence of his arousal in the palm of his hand.
“Are you still sure you want me to stop?”
“No”, Xander whispered back. Spike squeezed a bit tighter and Xander almost shouted this time, “No!”
“No, you don’t want me to do it?” Spike asked, with a wicked grin.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” Xander answered, his voice sounding resigned.
“You don’t sound very sure, maybe I should stop.”
Spike released the pressure on Xander’s cock and made as if he was going to pull away.
“No, Spike please. Don’t stop, I want you to…”
“You want me to what?”
Spike squeezed again but he was determined not to make it easy for Xander. If Xander wanted this to happen then Spike wanted to make sure that Xander accepted what was being done and who it was that was doing it to him.
“I want you to jerk me off, damn it!” Xander almost shouted. “I want to feel your cold hands sliding up and down my warm cock, squeezing it tightly round the neck and gliding across the slit until I come really hard all over your hand!”
Spike grinned down at him, “I can see you’ve been giving this matter some thought.”
Xander groaned again, but this time in disgust at himself, for admitting that out loud.
“Don’t worry, Xan. I certainly couldn’t deny such an earnest request.”
As if to prove a point, Spike started doing all the things that Xander had asked for. He eased himself off Xander’s legs and sat in between them, with one leg splayed on either side of him, leaving Xander bared and open in front of him.
As he played with Xander’s cock with one hand, he used the other to grasp Xander’s balls, squeezing and massaging them and also, occasionally, sliding his finger along the line of skin behind them. Xander jumped every time he did it, so on the next slide in that direction, he went further and touched the edge of Xander’s hole. Xander froze for a moment but Spike gave his cock another squeeze and Xander groaned and relaxed again.
Spike took this as an invitation to explore further and on the next stroke he circled the hole, rubbing his finger over the opening. Xander shuddered and his cock twitched under Spike’s grasp.
Spike grinned and, using Xander’s own pre-come to coat his finger, he moved it back to circle the hole again and this time he poked the tip just inside. Xander tensed up and Spike again increased the attention he was giving to Xander’s cock, drawing his mind away from what else was happening. Xander relaxed once more, so Spike pushed in a little bit further, paused for Xander to adjust and be distracted, then moved in a little more.
Spike kept working his way into Xander’s ass in that manner and he could sense that the added sensation was bringing Xander closer and closer to coming. Xander would probably only need one more touch to push him over the edge and Spike knew exactly what that should be.
As Spike pumped Xander’s cock up and down, he felt the balls drawing up and he pushed his finger deeply into Xander and rubbed his fingertip over Xander’s prostate. As Xander felt that touch he raised his body off the floor and screamed Spike’s name and came hard all over his stomach and Spike’s hand, and Spike continued stroking him until he finished and lay back down exhausted.
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Title: One Stormy Night
Chapter: Part 2
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the boys are not (owned by Joss & ME)
Warnings: contains descriptions of sexual activities
One Stormy Night
Part 2
By Joolz
It didn’t take long for the look on Xander’s face to change. Spike watched it happen and saw the exact moment when the bliss wore off and the embarrassment kicked in. Xander’s arms rose to cover his face and hide the shame he was feeling at having come just from having his nipple rings pulled. Even more so when it sunk in whom it had been that had done the pulling. He would never live this down. Spike would hold this over his head forever. Dropping little hints in front of the other Scoobies, giving him sly winks and making him generally miserable, as he waited for the moment when Spike decided to tell everyone what he had done and ruin Xander’s life completely.
Spike could almost hear the thoughts turning over in Xander’s head.
“I’m not going to go running to tell your little friends, you know.”
“Right! ‘Cause there’d be no benefit to you to humiliate me like that, would there.”
“I mean it, Xan. It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
Xander eased one of his arms away from his face to peep at Spike and see if his face looked as sincere as his voice sounded.
“How come? I thought you’d leap at the chance to laugh at my expense.”
“You may not have noticed it, but I haven’t done that for a while now.”
Xander’s arms dropped away from his face as he thought intently back over the last few months since he and Spike had been patrolling together.
The first time it had been suggested that they pair up, he’d been hurt because Spike had said, ‘The witch can take care of herself, I’ll babysit the whelp’. He didn’t need babysitting and the others hadn’t needed to sound so keen to palm him off on to Spike. After that it had become routine and they always ended up together.
But now that he thought about it, it hadn’t been all mockery and abuse. Sure, there had been some smart comments at the beginning, but they had been coming less and less. The more time he had spent with Spike, the more he learnt from him. He had started really watching Spike as he fought, enjoying the grace and flowing moves which Spike used to dispatch his opponents.
Xander had started copying him, trying to emulate Spike’s actions and when Spike had noticed, there hadn’t been the expected ridicule, Spike had actually encouraged him and taught him how to execute the moves correctly. He was no longer a hindrance to Spike, someone to be watched out for, he was an equal partner. They moved as a team, working together in an efficient, capable manner, taking on whatever was thrown at them.
Xander revelled in his new skills. Buffy and the others had never really bothered to show him anything because Buffy was always there to take over, he had just been there as bait. He had tried copying Buffy before but that had never worked out for him. He hadn’t had the strength to pull off the sort of moves she used.
But Spike was different. He was a street fighter and his techniques had been honed over the decades to precise movements and an ability to win by any means necessary, whether that be by using standard fighting positions or underhand tricks that others wouldn’t even think of. This was what he taught Xander and, with the added bonus of his new strength gained from working construction, he found that the style suited him. He was becoming almost as proficient as Spike who, it turned out, was actually a very good teacher.
Xander also thought about the time that he and Spike spent together in between their fights. Whilst they were patrolling, they talked about all sorts of things and they had found they really had a lot in common. Spike had even read all the super hero comic books that Xander loved so much. They had long discussions on the virtue of one Marvel hero over another, arguing over who would win the fight if they all came together.
Now that he actually stopped to think about it, he realised that he enjoyed patrolling with Spike and Spike was right, they’d stopped making fun of each other a long time ago. The names they called each other now were almost a sign of affection, as opposed to the insults they had always been trying to put each other down with before. Whoa, had he just thought the word ‘affection’ and Spike in the same sentence!
Spike had been watching the emotions play across Xander’s face as he thought back and judged that this would be a good time to move and give Xander a little space. Spike could feel his clothes clinging wetly to him as he walked, so he knew that Xander must be feeling even worse as he would have the cold seeping in to him too.
He decided to get a fire going, both for warmth and light. There were some logs already in the fire place, he just needed some kindling and he spotted an old newspaper on the table which would do nicely for that. He crumpled the paper up and interspersed it between the logs then used his trusty Zippo to set it alight. Soon the fire was crackling and the whole room seemed a lot cosier.
He went to an old cupboard near the bed to see if there was anything they could use to cover themselves when they took off their wet clothes to allow them to dry. He found the cupboard empty, save for an old tatty blanket shoved into one corner. Oh well, beggars couldn’t be choosers, it would have to do. He ripped it in half lengthways so that there was enough to cover both their modesties. He wasn’t bothered for himself, but he wanted Xander to feel more comfortable before he moved on to the next part of his plan.
Spike stripped off his duster, jeans and t-shirt and wrapped his half of the blanket around his waist, before he went over to Xander.
“Hey Xan, you’d better get out of those wet clothes before they make you ill. You can put this round yourself whilst you’re waiting for them to dry in front of the fire.”
Xander took the blanket and looked gratefully up as Spike winked at him and then moved away, leaving Xander some space to get out of his wet (and sticky!) clothes in private.
Xander screwed up his shorts. He definitely wasn’t putting them on again until they’d been thoroughly washed. He’d have to go home in just his trousers, it couldn’t hurt, Spike went ‘commando’ all the time. Xander laid his clothes out in front of the fire next to Spike’s.
Xander looked round at the thwump sound and he saw Spike dragging the mattress off the bed and over in front of the fire.
“Might as well be comfy whilst we wait for this storm to finish. This way you’ll keep warm too.”
Xander was touched by Spike’s consideration. Truth be told, he was still feeling a bit cold, even now his wet clothes were off. He said as much as he sat down, being careful to keep the thin piece of blanket over him as he did so. Spike smiled as he did the same.
“You must be cold, you’ve got Goosebumps. Give us your hands and I’ll rub the warmth back into them for you.”
“No way!” Xander exclaimed, wrapping his arms round his body.
“Don’t be stupid, mate! I’m only talking about getting your circulation going. You’ll get a chill if you don’t warm up soon.”
With that, he grabbed one of Xander’s hands and started rubbing it briskly between his own. Xander tried to pull away but Spike just held on tighter and kept rubbing. Xander felt the warmth starting to seep back in to his fingers so he stopped fidgeting and let Spike continue.
Spike moved from his hand to his wrist and, when that was nice and warm, he moved further up the arm, chafing the skin all the way up to the shoulder. When he finished with one arm, he moved on to the other one and treated it in the same way. Xander seemed to relax a bit as Spike carried on with the impromptu massage.
When Spike had done both arms he moved down and started on Xander’s feet. Xander started pulling away again, but for a different reason this time, he was incredibly ticklish and started to struggle as Spike rubbed the soles of his feet. Spike, of course, took great advantage and stroked the instep very gently instead of the hard strokes he had been performing before. He held Xander’s ankle in an iron grip as he continued tickling him.
Xander was writhing around on the floor trying to push Spike off or kick him with his free foot. Spike grabbed hold of that foot too and knelt on it, then he slid his hand further up Xander’s leg and started tickling him behind his knee.
Spike stroked his hand up and down Xander’s legs with feather-light touches and Xander was almost crying with laughter and shouting at Spike to stop. Spike knelt completely over both of Xander’s legs to keep him still as he started moving his hands higher, inching them further up Xander’s thigh with each tickle until he was reaching under the torn blanket, which by some miracle, was still in place.
As his fingers slid up Xander’s inside thigh and touched the bottom of Xander’s sac, the writhing stopped abruptly and Xander fell silent, staring intently up at Spike.
“What’s the matter, Xan, not ticklish there?”
“Spike, what do you think you’re doing. Get off me!”
“I thought we were having fun there. You don’t really want me to stop do you?”
With that, Spike ran his fingers up Xander’s left thigh, squeezed Xander’s balls as he crossed over and then stroked his fingers back down the right thigh. Xander gave a little yelp and a shiver as Spike touched him and Spike noticed a twitching of the blanket as something stirred beneath it.
“That’s it, Spike! Get off me right now, I mean it!”
Xander gave an almighty push of his heels against the floor and lifted his knees, trying to throw Spike off. Spike, however, had anticipated this and just used the momentum to slide himself further along Xander’s legs and his hand, which had been resting on Xander’s thigh, also slid further up, until it came to a halt neatly wrapped around Xander’s far from uninterested cock.
Xander stopped again and his legs slid back flat to the floor. He kept his eyes glued to Spike’s not wanting to look down and acknowledge where Spike’s hand was, or what it was starting to do.
“If you’d wanted me to stroke your cock, you could have just asked, luv, no need for all the acrobatics!”
“I didn’t want you to, I mean, I don’t want you to, I mean, stop right now!”
“You don’t sound very certain, Xan. Are you sure you don’t want me to do this…”
Spike moved his finger up one side of Xander’s cock, slowly circled the slit and then moved it back down the other side. Xander gasped out a strangled ‘No!’
“Or maybe even this…”
This time, Spike grasped the rapidly hardening shaft and squeezed it firmly, pumping it as his hand slid further up until it reached the head. From there, he slid his thumb over the slit and gently rubbed the oozing juices into the head of Xander’s cock.
Xander groaned deeply, his eyes staring desperately into Spike’s as he could no longer deny what was happening to him, nor could he disguise how it was affecting him, because Spike held the evidence of his arousal in the palm of his hand.
“Are you still sure you want me to stop?”
“No”, Xander whispered back. Spike squeezed a bit tighter and Xander almost shouted this time, “No!”
“No, you don’t want me to do it?” Spike asked, with a wicked grin.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” Xander answered, his voice sounding resigned.
“You don’t sound very sure, maybe I should stop.”
Spike released the pressure on Xander’s cock and made as if he was going to pull away.
“No, Spike please. Don’t stop, I want you to…”
“You want me to what?”
Spike squeezed again but he was determined not to make it easy for Xander. If Xander wanted this to happen then Spike wanted to make sure that Xander accepted what was being done and who it was that was doing it to him.
“I want you to jerk me off, damn it!” Xander almost shouted. “I want to feel your cold hands sliding up and down my warm cock, squeezing it tightly round the neck and gliding across the slit until I come really hard all over your hand!”
Spike grinned down at him, “I can see you’ve been giving this matter some thought.”
Xander groaned again, but this time in disgust at himself, for admitting that out loud.
“Don’t worry, Xan. I certainly couldn’t deny such an earnest request.”
As if to prove a point, Spike started doing all the things that Xander had asked for. He eased himself off Xander’s legs and sat in between them, with one leg splayed on either side of him, leaving Xander bared and open in front of him.
As he played with Xander’s cock with one hand, he used the other to grasp Xander’s balls, squeezing and massaging them and also, occasionally, sliding his finger along the line of skin behind them. Xander jumped every time he did it, so on the next slide in that direction, he went further and touched the edge of Xander’s hole. Xander froze for a moment but Spike gave his cock another squeeze and Xander groaned and relaxed again.
Spike took this as an invitation to explore further and on the next stroke he circled the hole, rubbing his finger over the opening. Xander shuddered and his cock twitched under Spike’s grasp.
Spike grinned and, using Xander’s own pre-come to coat his finger, he moved it back to circle the hole again and this time he poked the tip just inside. Xander tensed up and Spike again increased the attention he was giving to Xander’s cock, drawing his mind away from what else was happening. Xander relaxed once more, so Spike pushed in a little bit further, paused for Xander to adjust and be distracted, then moved in a little more.
Spike kept working his way into Xander’s ass in that manner and he could sense that the added sensation was bringing Xander closer and closer to coming. Xander would probably only need one more touch to push him over the edge and Spike knew exactly what that should be.
As Spike pumped Xander’s cock up and down, he felt the balls drawing up and he pushed his finger deeply into Xander and rubbed his fingertip over Xander’s prostate. As Xander felt that touch he raised his body off the floor and screamed Spike’s name and came hard all over his stomach and Spike’s hand, and Spike continued stroking him until he finished and lay back down exhausted.
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