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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,434
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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rules 3, Surprise!
(A/N: Characters are Joss', not mine)
(Summary: Season 2 Spike tortments Xander – in a good way. New chaps of this PWP get written on people’s b-days, or as thank yous, etc... This one is for, who made me an awesome banner for my historical WIP, “The Naughty Ward.”)
It had seemed like a brilliant plan, inviting the gang over to his place for his birthday in order to avoid being alone and falling prey to that evil vampire. The plan had backfired in so many ways, it wasn’t funny. Spike had caught him yesterday because... hello... it was Xander’s birthday in “another time zone”... and how was that fair? Okay so, who expected a vampire to play fair?
Thinking of how Spike’s mouth had closed around his shaft, wet his shorts with his saliva, and teased him to the point where he’d been close to tears, had Xander hard in an instant. At least the damn vampire could have stayed until he got off! He’d bet the guy was still laughing his head off. Really ... not so much of the funny.
And now he was stuck at the grocery store, getting hot dogs and buns, and drinks for the “birthday party” he was giving to himself... for nothing! “Arghhh” didn’t quite cover his feelings on the topic.
Listlessly, he paid for his groceries, held the bag with one hand, and walked out.
“Quite a stiffy there... is that for me,” a familiar accented voice drawled near Xander’s ear, sending his heart racing. Before he could react... before he could answer, a gloved hand clamped over his mouth, and he was pulled into the loading dock area of the store.
The next thing Xander knew, he was shoved back against a wall and was staring at piercing blue eyes, and an evil smirk.
“Happy Birthday, pet.” A black gloved finger, warm... soft... ran down the side of Xander’s throat, along his jugular. A warning?
The package dropped from Xander’s nerveless hands. “But... but you came yesterday... you...”
“Still your birthday, isn’t it?” Spike’s gaze traveled slowly down Xander’s chest, leaving a burning trail in it’s wake.
Xander struggled, but only until the vampire pushed him back again, forcefully enough to sent the thrill of fear down Xander’s spine. Even so... his body was reacting...betraying him.
“Owe you a birthday gift, don’t I?”
It was as if he’d lost the gift of speech. All Xander could do was track the gloved hands with his eyes as Spike gestured, wondering what the gloves were for. Murderers wore gloves...
“What? Lost your tongue? Let me find it for you.”
Xander found his wrists held firmly up above his head, followed by the press of Spike’s body against his... covering him, mastering him, telling him who called the shots. As he whimpered, the vampire took his mouth, forcing his lips apart with his tongue in a blistering kiss that left his knees weak. His head swam as he was tongue fucked again and again, in and out, hard and harder.... oh God.... it sucked to be weak... to want this to continue.
“Liked that, eh?”
Breathing hard, Xander made a sound of protest when the vampire pulled away and released him.
“Not to worry, there’s more.”
The sound of a zipper echoed around them. Surprised, Xander swallowed hard and looked down. in time to see Spike now popping the top button of Xander’s jeans. He’d moved so fast... tugged so hard on the zipper, Xander’s whole body had moved under the force. “Wha... what are you going to do? Why the gl...”
Spike bent down and rifled through the fallen groceries. Xander started to move, but a snarl and a predatory glance kept him glued against the wall. His breath caught in his throat.
Spike opened a bottle of water, and poured it over his gloved hands. When his gaze met Xander’s, there was a secret message there... one that the inexperienced boy couldn’t quite understand. All he knew was he was standing there... partially exposed... wanting to be touched again... wanting it even if the touch he craved was that of a murderous vampire.
“You want me,” Spike stood up, opened Xander’s shirt and ran his hand up and down his chest. “Say it.”
Xander shook his head ‘no,’ but the friction of the soft warm leather against his skin felt so fucking good, made him want to be touched elsewhere... and the vampire knew it by the way he kept inching toward Xander’s cock, but moving away short of touching it.
Xander whimpered from deep in his throat. He couldn’t hide his sexual interest in Spike... damnitall.
“Say it.” Spike pinched Xander’s nipple, a smile spreading over his face at the boy’s yelp.
When Spike bared his teeth, Xander nodded vigorously. “Yes... I want you. Please...”
Spike was fiercely aggressive as he ran his hands over every inch of exposed skin, Xander’s face, his throat, his chest, his abdomen, leaving a warm wet trail everywhere he touched, causing Xander to shudder with desire, to burn so hot he thought he would pass out. But it was only the beginning.
Spike’s gloved hand dipped into his boxers, shoved them down. Fingers wrapped around Xander’s shaft, a thumb teased his tip. The wet friction along sensitive skin stretched taut over his fully erect cock, made him throb and pulse... had him thrusting against Spike’s hand, fucking it, begging for more. “Please...”
As Spike’s hand clamped more tightly around him, Xander groaned. His blood pounded mercilessly in his temples, his body demanded more. Just when he thought he was on fire and couldn’t take any more, Spike’s other hand slipped over his ass, a finger slipped up and down his crack. “Oooh... Spike....” His eyes rolled back in his head as a leather covered finger slowly invaded his hole.
He was stroked, and fucked, and stroked and fucked, he moved back and forth, pressing his cock against Spike’s hand, moving back to make sure he was fully penetrated by Spike’s finger, a panting mess of desire, bucking and thrusting... and wanting and needing. Xander mindlessly gripped Spike’s hand, pressing it against his cock even harder, trying to ease the merciless ache.
He was close... so close, and the sudden nip of Spike’s teeth on his nipple drove him over the edge. He was coming! “Oh...” he groaned as he stiffened and arched his back.
Suddenly, Spike pinched the tip of Xander’s cock, still fucking his ass with his finger.
As spasms rocked Xander’s body, he looked down... aghast... “Wha....” Spike had pinched him off. He was coming... well he was orgasming, but nothing was coming out of his tip. Stopping the vampire was impossible, so he just groaned out his release, but looked in disbelief at his still hard cock.
“Have a fun party, yeah?”
Releasing his cock, Spike’s fingers suddenly dug into his cheeks as he was pulled forward for a hard kiss, before the vampire disappeared. Bewildered... still breathless... still fucking hard, and sore all over, Xander dazedly pulled his clothes into place... and just in time.
“Hey you there... get outta here, only employees allowed.”
Xander wiped his moist brow, picked up his groceries and headed out. If he ran home, he’d have just enough time to beat off at least once before the girls came. The image of the gloved hands, the way they felt on him, the way Spike absolutely controlled him... all of that would torture him in the weeks to come. He knew he was going to be best friends with his own hand by the time this was over.
(I hope you enjoyed this. PLEEEEZE comment! ::grins::)
(Summary: Season 2 Spike tortments Xander – in a good way. New chaps of this PWP get written on people’s b-days, or as thank yous, etc... This one is for
It had seemed like a brilliant plan, inviting the gang over to his place for his birthday in order to avoid being alone and falling prey to that evil vampire. The plan had backfired in so many ways, it wasn’t funny. Spike had caught him yesterday because... hello... it was Xander’s birthday in “another time zone”... and how was that fair? Okay so, who expected a vampire to play fair?
Thinking of how Spike’s mouth had closed around his shaft, wet his shorts with his saliva, and teased him to the point where he’d been close to tears, had Xander hard in an instant. At least the damn vampire could have stayed until he got off! He’d bet the guy was still laughing his head off. Really ... not so much of the funny.
And now he was stuck at the grocery store, getting hot dogs and buns, and drinks for the “birthday party” he was giving to himself... for nothing! “Arghhh” didn’t quite cover his feelings on the topic.
Listlessly, he paid for his groceries, held the bag with one hand, and walked out.
“Quite a stiffy there... is that for me,” a familiar accented voice drawled near Xander’s ear, sending his heart racing. Before he could react... before he could answer, a gloved hand clamped over his mouth, and he was pulled into the loading dock area of the store.
The next thing Xander knew, he was shoved back against a wall and was staring at piercing blue eyes, and an evil smirk.
“Happy Birthday, pet.” A black gloved finger, warm... soft... ran down the side of Xander’s throat, along his jugular. A warning?
The package dropped from Xander’s nerveless hands. “But... but you came yesterday... you...”
“Still your birthday, isn’t it?” Spike’s gaze traveled slowly down Xander’s chest, leaving a burning trail in it’s wake.
Xander struggled, but only until the vampire pushed him back again, forcefully enough to sent the thrill of fear down Xander’s spine. Even so... his body was reacting...betraying him.
“Owe you a birthday gift, don’t I?”
It was as if he’d lost the gift of speech. All Xander could do was track the gloved hands with his eyes as Spike gestured, wondering what the gloves were for. Murderers wore gloves...
“What? Lost your tongue? Let me find it for you.”
Xander found his wrists held firmly up above his head, followed by the press of Spike’s body against his... covering him, mastering him, telling him who called the shots. As he whimpered, the vampire took his mouth, forcing his lips apart with his tongue in a blistering kiss that left his knees weak. His head swam as he was tongue fucked again and again, in and out, hard and harder.... oh God.... it sucked to be weak... to want this to continue.
“Liked that, eh?”
Breathing hard, Xander made a sound of protest when the vampire pulled away and released him.
“Not to worry, there’s more.”
The sound of a zipper echoed around them. Surprised, Xander swallowed hard and looked down. in time to see Spike now popping the top button of Xander’s jeans. He’d moved so fast... tugged so hard on the zipper, Xander’s whole body had moved under the force. “Wha... what are you going to do? Why the gl...”
Spike bent down and rifled through the fallen groceries. Xander started to move, but a snarl and a predatory glance kept him glued against the wall. His breath caught in his throat.
Spike opened a bottle of water, and poured it over his gloved hands. When his gaze met Xander’s, there was a secret message there... one that the inexperienced boy couldn’t quite understand. All he knew was he was standing there... partially exposed... wanting to be touched again... wanting it even if the touch he craved was that of a murderous vampire.
“You want me,” Spike stood up, opened Xander’s shirt and ran his hand up and down his chest. “Say it.”
Xander shook his head ‘no,’ but the friction of the soft warm leather against his skin felt so fucking good, made him want to be touched elsewhere... and the vampire knew it by the way he kept inching toward Xander’s cock, but moving away short of touching it.
Xander whimpered from deep in his throat. He couldn’t hide his sexual interest in Spike... damnitall.
“Say it.” Spike pinched Xander’s nipple, a smile spreading over his face at the boy’s yelp.
When Spike bared his teeth, Xander nodded vigorously. “Yes... I want you. Please...”
Spike was fiercely aggressive as he ran his hands over every inch of exposed skin, Xander’s face, his throat, his chest, his abdomen, leaving a warm wet trail everywhere he touched, causing Xander to shudder with desire, to burn so hot he thought he would pass out. But it was only the beginning.
Spike’s gloved hand dipped into his boxers, shoved them down. Fingers wrapped around Xander’s shaft, a thumb teased his tip. The wet friction along sensitive skin stretched taut over his fully erect cock, made him throb and pulse... had him thrusting against Spike’s hand, fucking it, begging for more. “Please...”
As Spike’s hand clamped more tightly around him, Xander groaned. His blood pounded mercilessly in his temples, his body demanded more. Just when he thought he was on fire and couldn’t take any more, Spike’s other hand slipped over his ass, a finger slipped up and down his crack. “Oooh... Spike....” His eyes rolled back in his head as a leather covered finger slowly invaded his hole.
He was stroked, and fucked, and stroked and fucked, he moved back and forth, pressing his cock against Spike’s hand, moving back to make sure he was fully penetrated by Spike’s finger, a panting mess of desire, bucking and thrusting... and wanting and needing. Xander mindlessly gripped Spike’s hand, pressing it against his cock even harder, trying to ease the merciless ache.
He was close... so close, and the sudden nip of Spike’s teeth on his nipple drove him over the edge. He was coming! “Oh...” he groaned as he stiffened and arched his back.
Suddenly, Spike pinched the tip of Xander’s cock, still fucking his ass with his finger.
As spasms rocked Xander’s body, he looked down... aghast... “Wha....” Spike had pinched him off. He was coming... well he was orgasming, but nothing was coming out of his tip. Stopping the vampire was impossible, so he just groaned out his release, but looked in disbelief at his still hard cock.
“Have a fun party, yeah?”
Releasing his cock, Spike’s fingers suddenly dug into his cheeks as he was pulled forward for a hard kiss, before the vampire disappeared. Bewildered... still breathless... still fucking hard, and sore all over, Xander dazedly pulled his clothes into place... and just in time.
“Hey you there... get outta here, only employees allowed.”
Xander wiped his moist brow, picked up his groceries and headed out. If he ran home, he’d have just enough time to beat off at least once before the girls came. The image of the gloved hands, the way they felt on him, the way Spike absolutely controlled him... all of that would torture him in the weeks to come. He knew he was going to be best friends with his own hand by the time this was over.
(I hope you enjoyed this. PLEEEEZE comment! ::grins::)