How? Why? Bloody Hell, Yes!

Chapter 4 - Spike's Bachelor Party (NC-17)

Dawn had rented out the Bronze for his party. Not that he had that
many friends that would attend. But he knew that his Xanpet was
having his party at the Bronze tomorrow and he supposed that they
probably got some sort of deal for renting it out two nights in a row.

Clem was there of course. He was at the bar munching on the
snacks. Stuffing peanuts, chips, and pretzels into his mouth smiling
all the while. Probably his only regret being that there wasn't a cable
ready television inside the club.

There were a few of Xander's mates here as well, and his too he
supposed. Some of the crew from the construction site. Xander had
long since come out of the closet, knowing that he wouldn't be able to
hide a boyfriend like Spike and much too Spike's relief, not really
wanting to.

The men at work had been surprisingly understanding. Xander had
always been well liked and considering some of the other things that
went on around the hell mouth, a little gay sex wasn't going to wig out
most of the crew.

Spike smiled at his mental slip. He'd even begun talking like his lover
in his head! He shook his head slightly not really minding the mental
intrusion.

"Hey Spike!" Dawn bounced over to him. The music was loud and
she'd been dancing most of the night. Spike had been her partner for
at least half the songs blasting from the speakers. "Are you having a
good time?"

"Course I am luv." He pecked her on the cheek. "Now, where's the
rest of the entertainment?" He smacked his hands together, rubbing
them in anticipation and throwing her a leering look.

"Spike!" Dawn laughed at his display. "You know Xander wouldn't let
us hire a stripper." She pouted, her lower lip jutting out cutely.

"I know bit." Spike smiled reassuringly. "No worries." Spike wasn't
about to complain, since he'd made the same demands to Willow for
Xander's party.

"But he did allow us one thing..." Dawn trailed off teasingly.

Spike's eyebrow rose in query. "Yeah?"

"Sit here!" She indicated a chair close to and facing the stage.

Spike complied but the questioning look did not fade from his face.
"What's going on bit?"

"You'll see!" Dawn was bouncing across the room. Soon the lights in
the bar dimmed, leaving the room in almost total darkness. Spike, of
course was still able to see, but then the curtain closed and the stage
was cutoff from his view.

The speakers began to echo a loud beat, just as the curtains began
to move. A lone figure stood on stage, still but for the slight swaying
of hips to the music. Spike squinted trying to get a better look, as the
curtains swayed open.

Then a bright spotlight appeared, and Spike gave an involuntary
gasp. Xander stood, head slightly downcast so that his bangs
shadowed his face. His hard body was covered in brown leather
pants, and a tight black mesh t-shirt. Around his biceps were tied
leather straps, and Spike could see the shiny metal of twin nipple
rings sparkling in the spotlight.

Xander continued to sway to the music, finding the beat and letting it
take over. He lifted his head and his gaze zeroed in on his lover, and
he smiled.

The grin that Xander gave Spike was not his customary goofy grin.
Spike felt himself hardening at the predatory look Xander sported.
The music was sultry and Xander moved like sex incarnate. He
danced around the stage, letting his hands wander up and down his
body. The tight leather pants doing nothing to hide the large bulge
threatening to rip the trousers open.

Spike could hear whistles and catcalls coming from the other men in
the room, but nothing penetrated the haze surrounding him. H who whole being was focused on his Xanpet and everything else was just
background noise.

He groaned when Xander ripped his shirt in two, throwing the
offending garment off. His body was shiny, making Spike wonder if
he'd slicked himself down with oil first. The thought made Spike's
cock leak with envy.

Xander rubbed his hands up and down his exposed chest. Suddenly
his right hand shot up to grab and twist one of the nipple rings. His
head fell back in pain and pleasure as the stinging sensation coursed
through his body. Without meaning to, Spike bit down hard on his
bottom lip drawing blood.

Music crashed louder as Xander continued his dance. Both his
nipples were red and engorged. Xander's face was shiny with sweat,
and Spike could smell the pheromones cominf hif him in waves.
Spike gave an involuntary thrust of his hips when Xander reached
down to his waistband and pulled. The pants ripping in two, velcro
tearing open down the sides.

Xander stood on stage, slick with oil and sweat, in nothing more than
a small black thong and two shiny nipple rings. As the music died
down, Xander found Spike's eyes with his own. His tongue peakeout out to lick his lips invitingly, just before the club was plunged into
darkness once more.

When the lights came back on, Spike sat immobile in his chair. He
wondered if he bothered to move, whether he would just cum in his
pants. It was a possibility even if he didn't bother to move, he
thought.

"Wow! That was amazing!" Clem was excitedly munching on some
chips as he strode toward Spike. "I didn't know Xander could dance!"
The statement sounded like an admonishment to Spike for not
sharing the information.

Spike remained silent through most of Clem's praises. Finally
realizing that Spike wasn't joined in the conversation Clem turned a
concerned eye on his friend. "Spike buddy. You okay?"

But before Spike could answer, Dawn came racing up to the pair.
"So? What'd you think?" She asked, almost breathless from her race
across the room. "It's not exactly tradition to have your fiance at your
bachelor party, but...let's face it. There's nothing traditional about you
and Xander." She smiled at the vampire.

"Where...is...he?" The vampire managed to spit out between gritted
teeth. He was so hard he hurt. And he really didn't think he'd be able
to make it home, let alone across the room without doing something
about it.

"Xander?" Dawn asked, then quickly answered when she saw the
look on Spike's face. "He's in the backroom, changing I think." She
would have thought that Spike was angry, but she knew that look.
Being around Spike and Xander for the past three years had made
her *intimately* aware of the looks each man sported when they were
ready to well...burst. She giggled at her own double entendre,
S
Spike didn't hear it as he was already halfway across the room.

"Oh! One more thing!" She called after him. He paused in his stride
but did not turn around. "Xan made me promise you'd return the
favor!" She giggled again.

Spike only nodded before continuing his single-minded pursuit of the
man he was soon to marry. When he reached the dressioom oom
door, he didn't bother to knock. He burst into the room, only to find
his lover languidly reclining on the couch, still wearing nothing but a
thong, some jewelry, and a smile.

"What took you so long?" The goofy grin was back.