The Senator's Downfall (and its sequel Warrior)

(The characters are not mine, they are Joss')

(A/N: In case you are interested, the inspiration for this story came from this wonderful worksafe manip by Salustra - and as you can see I worked her name into the story in tribute ::grins:: http://salustra.livejournal.com/77703.html#cutid1 )

He hadn't slept… not one wink. All night long, he'd heard Spike's sultry whispers of how it might be between them. Gods... that man was made for sex. He'd made Xander feel things that he'd never felt before... do things in public... forget his work... forget his goals... he'd burned everything out of his mind. Everything but the need to take him.

He spent the morning making frantic calls to friends and to people who owed him favors... made it seem like official business... until he found the information he needed. And here he was now, at the boarding hotel where the Kerali warriors were staying. Watching, waiting for Spike, who was taking his time drinking coffee in the hotel garden.

Finally, the blond stood up and stretched his inky black wings high above his head. Those chiseled features… that perfect whipcord body framed by feathery wings—it was a sight that took Xander's breath away.

As the warrior walked down the garden path, Xander called to him from behind a tree. "Hey! Spike... here."

Spike moved off the path and went into the slightly wooded area, turning as his sharp hearing alerted him to Xander's location.

Xander catapulted forward and pressed the warrior back against the tree. The warrior's magnificent body felt firm, solid, powerful... as he'd known it would. Ignoring the warning in the blue eyes, he slanted his mouth over Spike's.

Heat erupted between them, burning hotter each time Xander plunged his tongue into Spike's mouth. He couldn't get enough, couldn't get close enough. His hands slipped down past the warrior's narrow waist, he gripped his hips and dragged him up hard against his body, groaning as their erections rubbed together, pulsing, aching.

Spike closed one arm around Xander, sliding his hand up and down the senator's back and then finally cupping his ass, while his other hand wandered over Xander's chest, leaving delightful shudders in its wake. As their tongues tangled, a low sound came from the back of his throat. He pushed up against Xander, deepening the intensity of the kiss, moving his mouth first this way, then the other.

Yes, yes... and yes. Gods this man felt good, tasted good... Xander drew a ragged breath as his hand wandered over the thick length of Spike's cock, bulging under his pants. His thumb brushed at the metal clasp above his goal.

A wave of urgent need struck him full force. He started to work on the clasp, tugging at it so hard Spike’s clothes were in danger of getting torn. He didn’t care... couldn’t think, all he knew was he needed Spike naked – now.

He felt the brush of Spike’s hand over his, felt a sense of relief that the warrior would help with the clasps. Instead, the warrior stayed Xander’s hand.

Mind fuzzy and protesting, Xander broke the kiss. “Wha... take it off.” When Spike shook his head no, Xander pushed him back against the tree. This time, hard muscle—strong arms—resisted and held him back. It was impossible to push a Kerali warrior who did not want to be pushed.

Xander hooked his fingers into the waistband of Spike’s pants. His eyes blazed with the same heat that was pulsating relentlessly between his legs. “I need to get inside your pants, Warrior. Feckitall... I need this. Give me what I want.”

Though the warrior was breathing hard, to Xander, he looked entirely too cool as he shook his head no again, then ran a calloused hand over Xander’s face. Feck... that only made Xander want to feel those hands all over his body. “Please... I’ve got to fuck you. Spike... please...”

“Go home...”

“Spike, I’ll fecking give you anything... I just need...” He moved forward and kissed the blond again, with a fervor born of suffering want. But when he tried to work his pants open, again he was stopped. Aching with frustration, he whimpered. “I’ll do anything... I’ll help you with the treaty... I’ll fecking give you...”

“I have a term to add at the meeting this afternoon.”

“I’ll make sure it goes through... that it’s agreed to.” Maddened with lust, Xander swayed toward Spike.

“I’ll meet you afterwards, then.”

“What, no... I need you now,” Xander’s fingers bit into rippling biceps.

“All right.”

Xander’s heart jumped at the words.

“I help you take my clothes off. You’re in a rush... you tear them, but you don’t care. You just want to see...”

“Stop!” His cock surged painfully. “I don’t want verbal sex. I want it for real, this time.”

“Rule against fraternization... when business is over, we can do what we want. Until then...”

“What... you’re going to leave me like this because of a rule? You want me, you fecking do.” He pressed up hard against Spike’s arousal as if to make a point. “How can you just stop?”

Spike gave what sounded like a strained chuckle. “I have a warrior’s control. Verbal sex? No? After the meeting, then.” Skimming his mouth across Xander’s, the blond left.


* * *

This had to be the longest Senate meeting ever. Xander had done a decent job of opening the committee meeting with a speech about giving and taking, about the history of the two planets as allies, and emphasizing their interdependence. Then the floor had been opened for haggling over the proposed terms.

There was no question that Salustra had prospered only because the Kerali took care of matters of war and gave safe transport to Salustrian shipping transports. The question was, how much was it worth?

This, the topic of all his passion for many months... figures, numbers, ways to make sure Salustra received favorable terms... all of that was gone from his mind... burned away by thoughts of the blond warrior sitting quietly across the table. Every once in a while, Spike would shift, or he’d rub his palm on the table, and sensations would rock Xander’s body. He’d already been caught staring at the warrior more than once, but even his uncle’s quelling glares couldn’t prevent Xander from daydreaming about their rendezvous.... or of bending the warrior over the table right there and doing him until the ache in his groin eased.

The warrior licked his lips... and now Xander just wanted that mouth to work him under the table. He imagined himself bucking forward as that mouth closed around him. Sweat beads formed at his temples, and he stifled a groan.

Three of the new terms proposed by the Kerali were rejected out of hand by the Salustrali, but counter-proposals, consisting mainly of additional financial and agricultural packages, brought the Kerali back to the table. Once the details were worked out, Spike cleared his throat and started talking about a final term.

Xander blinked. He had to pay attention, he just had to... no matter how his mind wanted to stray and how uncomfortable and edgy he was feeling. But as Spike put in a demand that every year an agreed upon number of Salustrian men and/or women be sent to Kera to become Kerali warriors, his heart sank. This would never be accepted. Although a certain contingency of Salustrali were trained by Kerali warriors, it was for planetary defense... they never left Salustra... never saw action, at least not since the defense pacts with Kera kept war well away from Salustra.

Almost as soon as Spike said his piece, the chamber was in an uproar. Salustrian senators shouted out their ‘nays’, and reminded the Kerali of hundreds of years of tradition. The basis of the agreement with the Kerali was so that no Salustrian blood would be spilled... so that the Salustrali would be able to concentrate on industry and commerce, and share the spoils of their efforts with the Kerali.

Soon, all eyes were turned to the youngest member of the Senate. Xander’s gaze flicked to Spike’s. The heat sizzling between them, the promise of what would come after the meeting ... his absolute need for the blond warrior had the senator speaking words he never dreamed he would.

Xander stood. “The Kerali have long put their lives at risk and have died for us. It is true that they are a warrior people, it is how they live... how they have always lived, by selling their services.” He took a breath. “At the same time, of late there have been accusations that we, the Salustrali, have worked less and less toward peace in the outer-regions because we have not felt the bite of war on our own skins.”

As the elder Senate members saw where this was going and started to object vocally, Xander raised his hand for silence and continued. “If we were to give them what they want, in numbers that are... acceptable to us... and on a voluntary basis, we might have more incentive to seek better solutions to war, gain Kerali trust, and our two peoples might grow closer.”

There were more outcries, but other, younger members of the Senate committee began to show support. Xander looked away from the absolute fury in his uncle’s eyes.

* * *

The terms deemed acceptable by the Kerali and the Senate committee would go before the entire Senate in a few days. No one doubted that the full Senate would agree to what had already been approved by their committee.

“You have undone everything we worked for.”

Xander lengthened his strides, trying to get away from his uncle’s accusations.

“Our children’s blood will spill... because of you. Why... because that winged man has your balls between his hands? You’ve forsaken your oaths because...”

“What he proposed was fair, Uncle.” A muscle twitched in Xander’s cheek. He would never have argued for sending his people to Kera... never, if it weren’t exactly for that—images of being stroked and touched. Feck... he needed to get home.

“Xander. Xander, come back here, I’m not finished—“

* * *

Xander had set the wine on the table and put some snacks out. He’d put in dinner orders, and all he had to do was alert the restaurant to fill his order. They would put the food in the dumb waiter and send it on up.

But food wasn’t on his mind. Nor the lovely view of the city lights, glittering like jewels, in the early evening. Instead, his mind flooded with images of the blond warrior, of his taste, of the mindless desire he stirred. Even now... as he paced... he was fighting the desire to bring himself off to those images.

When the knock finally came, he all but ran to the door and took a calming breath before he opened it. Gods... his mouth went dry as he stared at the object of his desire. The warrior was dressed in a mesh top that emulated very fine chain mail, only it had half-moon gaps that revealed slivers of chest and abdomen. His pants were as tight as ever, and sported only one clasp to fight with, and he smelled so good. Xander swallowed.

“You approve then?”

There was that maddening smirk. All Xander wanted to do was kiss it away, but, before he made a move, Spike stepped forward and slanted his mouth across Xander’s. Heat arced between them as wet tongues collided and danced, wove in and out and battled. Spike’s kiss was so potent, it drew a loud groan out of Xander. His head spinning, his heart thundering against his chest, he gripped Spike’s narrow hips and slowly... one step at a time... dragged him inside, mouths still locked together.

When the door slammed, they broke the kiss, but still touched each other. Xander took a breath. “I... there’s wine,” he croaked.

“Damn the wine.” Spike’s gaze dropped to Xander’s mouth, and with it, heat flowed directly between Xander’s legs.

He bit his lip. “Dinner...”

Laser blue eyes stared so hotly at him, Xander thought he would melt. “Dessert?”

“Depends... would that be you?” Spike asked.

“Don’t say I didn’t try to be a good host.” Xander put his arms around the warrior’s waist and pulled him up against his frame. He’d been hard and heavy all day, but the contact made him swell against Spike’s belly.

He heard the warrior suck in his breath, saw his mouth part slightly, and then they were at each other. Kissing, touching, stroking. Those sword calloused hands moved over him with much less control now, brushing his face, his throat, his arms... sending heat to every part of his body. Xander’s stomach tightened as those hands wandered under his shirt, across his back, up and down his sides, his thumbs brushing over his nipples... never stopping.

On fire, Xander wanted more. Suddenly he became the aggressor, pushing the warrior up against the wall, kissing his throat, shoving his fingers between the chains of his shirt to touch him underneath it. Hard muscles rippled under his palms, clenched as he wandered lower. He felt Spike’s cock flex, heard his quiet groan and knew the warrior wanted him as badly as he wanted the warrior.

Xander slid his hand between Spike’s legs and cupped him hard as he kissed him, squeezing and releasing, making him strain to get closer, wringing a low moan out him. Just that sound inflamed Xander to higher heights of passion.

Wanting... needing to feel skin against skin, he shoved at Spike’s shirt. In seconds, they were bare-chested, kissing, licking... learning each other’s taste. He felt Spike’s hand at his pants, undoing them roughly. His pants were pushed down from the waist, and Spike fused their bodies together. Only briefs separated them.

With one of the warrior’s legs firmly planted between his, and the other curled around him, almost at his hip, it was as if the warrior had mounted him... was riding him. They thrust against each other, trying to ease the ache and the pressure. Their movements became increasingly desperate, their breaths more ragged.

Xander’s body screamed for release. He reversed their positions, slamming Spike up against the wall. About to grind his hips into the warriors, the blond stopped him. Mind and body heavy with lust, it took him a second to realize the warrior had to tuck his wings and get them out of the way. Before he could apologize, he was pulled back into the blond’s arms. This time, when their cock’s rubbed, it was skin against skin.

Their groans were swallowed by their kisses, the wall shook under their thrusts, and Spike started to whisper, his voice deep and husky. “Where’s that pounding you promised me?”

In unison, they moved apart so the warrior could turn around... but not before they’d each stared long and hard at the other’s swollen member. Even through the warrior’s clothes, Xander had known he would have no reason to complain. Now, hands shaking, he prepared the warrior, then pressed his cock up against his hole.

A backward thrust from Spike inflamed Xander into pushing inside, burying himself in that tight ass, biting his lip as brutal pleasure shot through him. Another nudge, and he started to fuck... felt the warrior’s hands over his thighs, pulling him, urging him on. Vaguely, he was aware of yet another sensation, light erotic touched along the back of his legs... Spike’s wings.

Recalling the warrior’s sensitive spot, he lowered his head and kissed and rubbed his face up and down between the man’s shoulder blades and was rewarded by that purring sound. Feck... that was a sexy sound and had Xander fucking that much harder. He started using his hand to stroke Spike there, fucking him, pulsing deep inside him, groaning and demanding more... getting more as Spike pushed back, impaling himself deeper and deeper. Their coupling grew wild... uncontained... half pain, half pleasure, building until guttural screams punctuated their release. And even then, even when he was starting to grow limp, Xander pumped and pumped, squeezing the last remaining pleasures out of the moment he’d waited so long for.

* * *

They showered, dressed, talked, ate... and got undressed all over again. This time with less urgency and more time to enjoy each other.

“Play me like a flute... you said you’re an expert,” Xander teased, protesting when Spike sat up and made as if to move away. Instead, the blond changed positions, lying on his side, his face aligned with Xander’s cock.

“I’ll show you... if you show me how good you are with your...oratory skills. You boasted about them enough.”

“I did not boast at—oh!” The way Spike had rounded his body, Xander found himself faced with ‘little Spike’ ... who was not at all little. “You want me to talk to him?”

A warm breath stroked his cock and had his balls tightening. The punishment his silly question earned him, he supposed.

He grasped Spike’s shaft and took it in his mouth, then started to talk around it. “Ladies and Gentlemen of Salustra. Today, what you see is the making of hist—“ Xander choked and shuddered as Spike’s mouth closed around him, and that clever tongue stroked the tip of his cock.

Pulse already erratic, he nudged his hips forward. “Again...”

“Fine... you stop talking and start sucking.”

Laughing around Spike’s cock, that was exactly what Xander did. As for his reward, Spike slowly drove him mad, sucking him hard, then soft, using his tongue to arouse and tease, kissing his balls... sucking them, bringing him to a fevered pitch until he came, and came, writhing uncontrollably, and admitting Spike was the best damned flute player in the world, in the universe, and all adjoining galaxies.

* * *

Xander woke from his deep slumber and reached for the pillow next to him, dragging it up against his chest. They’d fucked and played for three days... they’d never left his place that entire time. His body felt like it should... punished and bruised. Even his cock was sore from all the friction. But if Spike had asked for one more round... he would have given it to him.

He shut the alarm off and got up to take his shower. Today the Senate would make its decision, and then the Kerali would be gone. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about.

* * *

As anticipated, the Senate passed the treaty that was approved by the committee. That didn’t prevent both the pro and anti-speeches from being made. The entire time, Xander made eye contact with Spike. Gods... how he still wanted that man after three nights was beyond him. But he did want him... body... and soul.

Clearing his throat, Xander then did the unanticipated. “I see there is much worry about who will be the first crop of people to go to Kera as warriors. I have decided that... as an example to our people, and to show them that this isn’t a position reserved for the poorer or less well connected... I will be first on the list of volunteers.”

The council broke out into exclamations and discussions, but Xander heard none of it. He was trying to read fathomless blue eyes that gave nothing away. But there was that smirk... was he happy?

When the Kerali shook the hands of each of the Senate committee members, Spike’s lingered on Xander’s far longer than necessary. A lump formed in Xander’s throat when he felt an extra squeeze, and then the Kerali marched out the door.

* * *

By late afternoon, Xander was one of many standing around the transport tower. Ordinarily, people would take the elevator up hundreds of stories into the sky, then take the barge to the big ships that traversed space. But when Kerali left, they never took the elevator and instead opted to fly to the barge. A lot of people found it interesting enough to come to watch.

From a distance, Xander saw the group of warriors getting their gear together, laughing and joking. Then they were either tossing things into the elevator, or clipping them to one of the silver clasps on their pants. Much to Xander’s surprise, one of the warriors... his warrior, broke away and strode to him. Before he could say a word, Spike kissed him on the mouth and shoved something in his hand.

By the time his head cleared, all of the Kerali took to the skies at once, spreading their wings and beating them as they climbed higher and higher in perfect formation. Xander waited until they all entered the barge, before looking down into his hand. It was a jewel... one of the decorative pieces that had been affixed to Spike’s wings.

Closing his hand around it, he whispered, “I’ll see you soon.” Only, it wouldn’t be as soon as he’d hoped. After being chided and set straight on the many ways he’d betrayed his people, he’d also been forced to listen to all the reasons he had to complete his term as senator.

Responsibility. That had been drilled into him since childhood. Yes, one man had made him go crazy and forget, but now... some of his senses had come back to him, and he’d agreed he owed the people that much. Instead of being one of the first volunteer warriors to head for Kera, he’d wait until he was done with his duty. One year, and then he’d be on his way.

Sighing, he turned and headed for his home, where broken glasses, empty plates, and the scent of sex would serve to remind him of the best three days of his entire life.


The End

(A/N: The sequel, "The Warrior's Downfall," will be posted here with it's prequel)