Messing with His Head
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Rating:
Adult +
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5
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Spanking Clean
Title: Spanking Clean (pervious title: Cleanliness)
Series: Trial Title: Messing with His Head (does it work?)- sequel to G’morning.
Author: Mera
Feedback: Do it… you know you want to! Please? lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Rating: Over-15 but just because I don’t want to corrupt any one with language.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Xander thinks he just had his first sexual experience with a man.
Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.
Distribution: You want? Just ask, I swear I won't say no! I just want to know where they sleep.
Thanks as always to Farah for the quick read! And snuggles to Morgan for giving me the idea to the new chapter title!
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts
*~*~*~*~*~*
Xander was in the shower turning on the tap as soon as he was done double locking the door. The water ran over him and his hands scrubbed all over. He had just woken up after a night of drinking - with no memory of his last waking hours - and had been naked in bed with a vampire. The rumours that had been circling about vampires not having tan lines were true, because Spike was completely white all over. Xander whimpered at that thought. He didn’t mean to look. But how could he not with Spike reclining all opened like . . .
“Oh, shit, HOT!”
Xander jumped up and down a way from the shower spray, and turned on cold water tap. He had forgotten to prepare the water temperature in his haste to clean whatever ‘residue’ that remained from night before.
Xander was very proud that he hadn’t looked down at himself at all until he cleaned away the remains of last night. There was no way that he would want to see . . . that. Ever. In his mind it never even happened and there was nothing to wash away in the first place. He nodded firmly.
As he waited for the temperature to adjust, he rooted the medical cabinet for that super-anti-bacterial soap he had bought for those nights he when was covered with dead demon gunk, but had never used. It was time to put that expensive baby to use!
In the shower once more and he was spreading the soap everywhere, his eyes screwed shut as he rubbed. He had never cleaned himself so thoroughly in his entire life. He was feeling that his skin was beginning to turn red, from the still somewhat high temperature of the water or the insistent scrubbing, he didn’t know nor did he stop his actions.
“Pet, you okay in there?”
~ So far for pretending! ~
Xander’s eyes opened wide and he started scrubbing harder, uncaring of the water pouring into his unblinking eyes.
He didn’t answer, though his eyes were staring straight at the door as if waiting for Spike to use his vampire strength and break it down. Maybe he should answer.
“Aw, don’t be long now. I’m starting to miss that cock-sucking mouth of yours.”
Xander started coughing when he sucked in some water with his gasp and he blinked fuzzily. His shaking hand reached out to the sink, picked up his toothpaste, let the cap fall between his legs uncaringly and he used both his hands to squeeze a large amount of green mint paste into his mouth. His fingers made sure it covered all the hollows in his mouth, he continued relentlessly even when he gagged. Finally, he spat it all out and gurgled with shower water.
A soft nock on the door had him choking once more.
“Didn’tý slip and twist your pretty little ankle, now did ya?” Spike’s voice drifted through the wooden door. “Might have to come in and tend to you.” Xander could hear the leering and could practically see the eyebrows wiggling.
A squeal from the back of his throat sounded. “No, I’m fine. Be out in a minute,” the soaked brunet wheezed out.
“Aw.” Xander had a flash of pouting Spike in his head. Then something about the vampire’s mouth and tongue on something long, there was swallowing, with the moving of the Adam’s apple in a white throat and lots of phallic shapes and long pale fingers . . . caressing and twisting . . .
~ Oh, god, no, please, no. Stupid alcohol selective amnesia! ~ Xander thought, squeezing his fists at his eyes then yelping when he felt his eyes complain from the soap in them.
Spike was still talking, “—minute. I’m feeling mighty--- empty waiting for you on that nippy big bed of yours.” His voice then lowered to a throaty whisper, “Be waiting till you fill the void, Viking.”
Xander could vaguely hear Spike walk away and the sounds of the bed squeaking when someone jumped on it, except he was too busy urgently lathering soap all over his member. He didn’t care if he was chafing himself.
~ Filling him my ass!!! ~ Then he giggled madly. ~ Actually, Spike’s ass. ~
“Xan-der!” Spike whined from the bed. “You better not be having fun in there without me, luv.”
Xander didn’t reply and continued to rub vigorously. He could still feel . . . that. Which sure sounded insane, since he couldn’t remember anything. But he could! The vision of holes that really needed filling and smacking balls, and long hard . . .
“My- my- my, what a lovely sight you are.”
Xander’s head snapped to the side, his eyes bugged at sight. Spike was reclining comfortably against the bathroom door, still naked, his hand rubbing his abdomen, dangerously close to his . . . ~ NOT looking! Eyes up! ~ Which didn’t help for Spike’s darkened blue eyes were staring at Xander’s lower body where he was innocently purifying himself from vampire cooties.
“Little minx couldn’t wait for me.” Spike’s tongue wet his lower lip. “Well, don’t stop on my account, lover.” He raised an amused eyebrow.
Xander twisted around, a little too quick, his foot slipped on the wet bathtub and right as the porcelain floor was going to make his acquaintance, cold hands pulled him up and right into a cold hard chest.
Spike grinned at him. “Aren’t we a fine damsel? Fancy meeting you here.” He had his hand firmly on Xander’s ass, and squeezed.
Xander nodded, smiled faintly, and promptly passed out.
Spike tilted his head and frowned.
“Bugger.”
The End… (For now…)
Series: Trial Title: Messing with His Head (does it work?)- sequel to G’morning.
Author: Mera
Feedback: Do it… you know you want to! Please? lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Rating: Over-15 but just because I don’t want to corrupt any one with language.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Xander thinks he just had his first sexual experience with a man.
Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.
Distribution: You want? Just ask, I swear I won't say no! I just want to know where they sleep.
Thanks as always to Farah for the quick read! And snuggles to Morgan for giving me the idea to the new chapter title!
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts
Xander was in the shower turning on the tap as soon as he was done double locking the door. The water ran over him and his hands scrubbed all over. He had just woken up after a night of drinking - with no memory of his last waking hours - and had been naked in bed with a vampire. The rumours that had been circling about vampires not having tan lines were true, because Spike was completely white all over. Xander whimpered at that thought. He didn’t mean to look. But how could he not with Spike reclining all opened like . . .
“Oh, shit, HOT!”
Xander jumped up and down a way from the shower spray, and turned on cold water tap. He had forgotten to prepare the water temperature in his haste to clean whatever ‘residue’ that remained from night before.
Xander was very proud that he hadn’t looked down at himself at all until he cleaned away the remains of last night. There was no way that he would want to see . . . that. Ever. In his mind it never even happened and there was nothing to wash away in the first place. He nodded firmly.
As he waited for the temperature to adjust, he rooted the medical cabinet for that super-anti-bacterial soap he had bought for those nights he when was covered with dead demon gunk, but had never used. It was time to put that expensive baby to use!
In the shower once more and he was spreading the soap everywhere, his eyes screwed shut as he rubbed. He had never cleaned himself so thoroughly in his entire life. He was feeling that his skin was beginning to turn red, from the still somewhat high temperature of the water or the insistent scrubbing, he didn’t know nor did he stop his actions.
“Pet, you okay in there?”
~ So far for pretending! ~
Xander’s eyes opened wide and he started scrubbing harder, uncaring of the water pouring into his unblinking eyes.
He didn’t answer, though his eyes were staring straight at the door as if waiting for Spike to use his vampire strength and break it down. Maybe he should answer.
“Aw, don’t be long now. I’m starting to miss that cock-sucking mouth of yours.”
Xander started coughing when he sucked in some water with his gasp and he blinked fuzzily. His shaking hand reached out to the sink, picked up his toothpaste, let the cap fall between his legs uncaringly and he used both his hands to squeeze a large amount of green mint paste into his mouth. His fingers made sure it covered all the hollows in his mouth, he continued relentlessly even when he gagged. Finally, he spat it all out and gurgled with shower water.
A soft nock on the door had him choking once more.
“Didn’tý slip and twist your pretty little ankle, now did ya?” Spike’s voice drifted through the wooden door. “Might have to come in and tend to you.” Xander could hear the leering and could practically see the eyebrows wiggling.
A squeal from the back of his throat sounded. “No, I’m fine. Be out in a minute,” the soaked brunet wheezed out.
“Aw.” Xander had a flash of pouting Spike in his head. Then something about the vampire’s mouth and tongue on something long, there was swallowing, with the moving of the Adam’s apple in a white throat and lots of phallic shapes and long pale fingers . . . caressing and twisting . . .
~ Oh, god, no, please, no. Stupid alcohol selective amnesia! ~ Xander thought, squeezing his fists at his eyes then yelping when he felt his eyes complain from the soap in them.
Spike was still talking, “—minute. I’m feeling mighty--- empty waiting for you on that nippy big bed of yours.” His voice then lowered to a throaty whisper, “Be waiting till you fill the void, Viking.”
Xander could vaguely hear Spike walk away and the sounds of the bed squeaking when someone jumped on it, except he was too busy urgently lathering soap all over his member. He didn’t care if he was chafing himself.
~ Filling him my ass!!! ~ Then he giggled madly. ~ Actually, Spike’s ass. ~
“Xan-der!” Spike whined from the bed. “You better not be having fun in there without me, luv.”
Xander didn’t reply and continued to rub vigorously. He could still feel . . . that. Which sure sounded insane, since he couldn’t remember anything. But he could! The vision of holes that really needed filling and smacking balls, and long hard . . .
“My- my- my, what a lovely sight you are.”
Xander’s head snapped to the side, his eyes bugged at sight. Spike was reclining comfortably against the bathroom door, still naked, his hand rubbing his abdomen, dangerously close to his . . . ~ NOT looking! Eyes up! ~ Which didn’t help for Spike’s darkened blue eyes were staring at Xander’s lower body where he was innocently purifying himself from vampire cooties.
“Little minx couldn’t wait for me.” Spike’s tongue wet his lower lip. “Well, don’t stop on my account, lover.” He raised an amused eyebrow.
Xander twisted around, a little too quick, his foot slipped on the wet bathtub and right as the porcelain floor was going to make his acquaintance, cold hands pulled him up and right into a cold hard chest.
Spike grinned at him. “Aren’t we a fine damsel? Fancy meeting you here.” He had his hand firmly on Xander’s ass, and squeezed.
Xander nodded, smiled faintly, and promptly passed out.
Spike tilted his head and frowned.
“Bugger.”
The End… (For now…)