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Three Sheets to the Wind
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Oz/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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5,364
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AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter was written by Claudia6913
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND
CHAPTER FOUR: VOYEUR
Spike watched the two men seemingly rush from the bus. Something had to be up, he was sure of it. Or, at least, sure he saw the evidence in the wolf's pants. He remembered the feel of the whelp in his mouth, the way his eye had drooped closed in pleasure, the way his fists balled up at his sides.
He wasn't jealous of the wolf, quite the contrary, he was curious. Spike got up and walked out of the bus, tossing a, "Out for a fag," to Giles who tiredly nodded.
Finding them in the black night of the open desert wasn't a problem. Even without going to game face, he could see fairly well, and even that wasn't needed. The two boys were pumping out endorphins that were sure to attract every creature for miles around. It was a heady mix of human sweat and pure sex, and the slight musky smell of fur and more sex. Nearly irresistible. He idly wondered if they knew.
A moan rang out in the night, soft, almost a gasp, and Spike sped up, not wanting to miss the show.
Spike was hard, painfully so, as he came upon the couple. He hid to the side of a large rock nearby and looked around it to see something that made his stolen blood run hot. Xander was on his knees, sucking on the wolf while pulling on himself. Spike stifled a groan as he ran a hand down his erection.
The wolf cried out, and Spike wondered just how talented that mouth of the boy's was. He could see ecstasy written on the wolf's face, could imagine it was the whelp on his own cock, not just his hand. 'Somethin' for later,' Spike thought, pulling on himself slowly.
"I've got a better idea," the wolf said. Spike wondered what it was until he heard, "Stand up and turn around."
It was too good. Much too good to be true. The wolf was going to fuck the boy, and Spike had front row seats to the show. He moved a little, to get a better view and leaned against the rock, still fisting himself, a little faster now.
The whelp took to the wolf's instructions as if it was second nature to have a cock rammed in his arse, and by the look on the boy's face, he liked it. It was just another something for Spike to file away...for later. And there would be a later too, he was sure of it, planned on it.
The two boy's moved like one, moaning and gasping. Spike pulled harder on himself, wanting to come with them. His head shot back as Spike came hard, followed closely by the howl of the wolf and cry of the boy. Quickly, Spike moved behind the rock so as not to be seen, but he heard as the wolf asked the boy to taste himself. Spike smiled from his hiding place.
He heard, and then watched as the wolf shot by him, running back to the bus, and Spike made his move. He came around the rock just as Xander was passing it.
"'Ello, Pet," Spike said, eyeing the sated look that left the boy's face slack.
"Oh! S-Spike, I - I didn't see you there," Xander said.
"Wouldn't, would you. All preoccupied with your wolf as it was," Spike said, taking two steps closer to the boy. He closed the distance and captured Xander's lips in a kiss, licking and searching for his essence. Spike moaned when he found it.
Xander stood there under the onslaught, immobile and helpless, unsure of what to do. Oz had just taken him and there was Spike, assaulting him at the mouth. A small moan escaped his lips as his arms went around Spike. He remembered the night in the alley, with Spike on his knees before him and is once flaccid cock twitched at the memory.
"Got somethin' for you, Pet," Spike said, licking one of his fingers where come ran down them. "Saved it for you. Want a taste?"
Xander swore that had to be one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen, to watch Spike lick his own essence from his finger, and when offered, Xander took it. He slowly sucked one long finger into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, getting every last drop he could find. The moan that came from Spike only served to make Xander harder, make him want more. He took another finger, then another, until Spike's entire hand was clean.
Spike chuckled softly in the night, "Take that as a yes then."
"Spike, I-"
"Shh, 's alright, Pet," Spike said, cutting Xander off. "Know what you want. Can feel it." He punctuated that sentence by reaching down and grabbing Xander's half-hard cock in his hands, pumping it slowly.
"Ungh," was all Xander could say. He was sore, and tingly, and didn’t know what was going on, but wanted it all the same.
"You wanna know what I feel like, yeah? Pushed into that tight ring," Spike said, moving his free hand under Xander's pants to play around said ring. "Wanna know the difference 'tween me an' the wolf. Can make you scream, I can, Pet."
The words didn't matter anymore to Xander because Spike had slipped one finger into him and he pushed back, wanting more.
"Please," Xander said, begging.
Spike turned Xander, smiling, to face the rock. He put the boy's hands there and said; "Hold on," before moving and pushing his pants down to his knees. He didn't have to ready Xander much; the wolf took care of that part. He was still lick from the wolf, easy to slide in, and he did.
The pair of them groaned as Spike entered Xander. Spike stilled, but only for a moment before he began moving quickly. He moved angles and when Xander yelped, Spike knew he had hit the spot that would make his boy see stars behind his eyes.
'First Oz, now Spike,' Xander thought before all thought was lost to him. Spike kept hitting that spot deep inside of him and he was reduced to a series of grunts and moans, pushing back on the vampire inside of him.
Reaching around, Spike took hold of Xander's now leaking cock and pulled it in time with him. Spike was close and his face shifted, fangs dropping. With his free hand, he moved the collar of the boy's shirt and bit down into the meaty area of his shoulder. Spike roared his release before drinking the blood from his bite. He felt Xander shudder and gasp under him, felt the warm liquid spurt into his hand.
Slowly, Spike pulled both cock and fangs out of the boy.
"Should get back," Spike said.
Xander turned to Spike in time to see him licking his hand, a grin on his face. Come and blood trailed the corner of Spike's mouth and Xander had the urge to lick it up, so he did, much to Spike's surprise and pleasure.
Spike growled, "Keep it up an' they'll send a search party for us. Wouldn't want them to find me balls deep in your arse, would you?"
Well, when Spike put it like that...
Quickly they arranged themselves and Spike told Xander to go on ahead, he'd stay for a smoke. That way, they wouldn't show back up at the same time.
Nodding, Xander left, but not before one last kiss.
"What's that for then?” Spike asked.
"I owe you."
Spike's laughter could be heard as it trailed behind Xander all the way back to the bus.
AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter was written by Claudia6913
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND
CHAPTER FOUR: VOYEUR
Spike watched the two men seemingly rush from the bus. Something had to be up, he was sure of it. Or, at least, sure he saw the evidence in the wolf's pants. He remembered the feel of the whelp in his mouth, the way his eye had drooped closed in pleasure, the way his fists balled up at his sides.
He wasn't jealous of the wolf, quite the contrary, he was curious. Spike got up and walked out of the bus, tossing a, "Out for a fag," to Giles who tiredly nodded.
Finding them in the black night of the open desert wasn't a problem. Even without going to game face, he could see fairly well, and even that wasn't needed. The two boys were pumping out endorphins that were sure to attract every creature for miles around. It was a heady mix of human sweat and pure sex, and the slight musky smell of fur and more sex. Nearly irresistible. He idly wondered if they knew.
A moan rang out in the night, soft, almost a gasp, and Spike sped up, not wanting to miss the show.
Spike was hard, painfully so, as he came upon the couple. He hid to the side of a large rock nearby and looked around it to see something that made his stolen blood run hot. Xander was on his knees, sucking on the wolf while pulling on himself. Spike stifled a groan as he ran a hand down his erection.
The wolf cried out, and Spike wondered just how talented that mouth of the boy's was. He could see ecstasy written on the wolf's face, could imagine it was the whelp on his own cock, not just his hand. 'Somethin' for later,' Spike thought, pulling on himself slowly.
"I've got a better idea," the wolf said. Spike wondered what it was until he heard, "Stand up and turn around."
It was too good. Much too good to be true. The wolf was going to fuck the boy, and Spike had front row seats to the show. He moved a little, to get a better view and leaned against the rock, still fisting himself, a little faster now.
The whelp took to the wolf's instructions as if it was second nature to have a cock rammed in his arse, and by the look on the boy's face, he liked it. It was just another something for Spike to file away...for later. And there would be a later too, he was sure of it, planned on it.
The two boy's moved like one, moaning and gasping. Spike pulled harder on himself, wanting to come with them. His head shot back as Spike came hard, followed closely by the howl of the wolf and cry of the boy. Quickly, Spike moved behind the rock so as not to be seen, but he heard as the wolf asked the boy to taste himself. Spike smiled from his hiding place.
He heard, and then watched as the wolf shot by him, running back to the bus, and Spike made his move. He came around the rock just as Xander was passing it.
"'Ello, Pet," Spike said, eyeing the sated look that left the boy's face slack.
"Oh! S-Spike, I - I didn't see you there," Xander said.
"Wouldn't, would you. All preoccupied with your wolf as it was," Spike said, taking two steps closer to the boy. He closed the distance and captured Xander's lips in a kiss, licking and searching for his essence. Spike moaned when he found it.
Xander stood there under the onslaught, immobile and helpless, unsure of what to do. Oz had just taken him and there was Spike, assaulting him at the mouth. A small moan escaped his lips as his arms went around Spike. He remembered the night in the alley, with Spike on his knees before him and is once flaccid cock twitched at the memory.
"Got somethin' for you, Pet," Spike said, licking one of his fingers where come ran down them. "Saved it for you. Want a taste?"
Xander swore that had to be one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen, to watch Spike lick his own essence from his finger, and when offered, Xander took it. He slowly sucked one long finger into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, getting every last drop he could find. The moan that came from Spike only served to make Xander harder, make him want more. He took another finger, then another, until Spike's entire hand was clean.
Spike chuckled softly in the night, "Take that as a yes then."
"Spike, I-"
"Shh, 's alright, Pet," Spike said, cutting Xander off. "Know what you want. Can feel it." He punctuated that sentence by reaching down and grabbing Xander's half-hard cock in his hands, pumping it slowly.
"Ungh," was all Xander could say. He was sore, and tingly, and didn’t know what was going on, but wanted it all the same.
"You wanna know what I feel like, yeah? Pushed into that tight ring," Spike said, moving his free hand under Xander's pants to play around said ring. "Wanna know the difference 'tween me an' the wolf. Can make you scream, I can, Pet."
The words didn't matter anymore to Xander because Spike had slipped one finger into him and he pushed back, wanting more.
"Please," Xander said, begging.
Spike turned Xander, smiling, to face the rock. He put the boy's hands there and said; "Hold on," before moving and pushing his pants down to his knees. He didn't have to ready Xander much; the wolf took care of that part. He was still lick from the wolf, easy to slide in, and he did.
The pair of them groaned as Spike entered Xander. Spike stilled, but only for a moment before he began moving quickly. He moved angles and when Xander yelped, Spike knew he had hit the spot that would make his boy see stars behind his eyes.
'First Oz, now Spike,' Xander thought before all thought was lost to him. Spike kept hitting that spot deep inside of him and he was reduced to a series of grunts and moans, pushing back on the vampire inside of him.
Reaching around, Spike took hold of Xander's now leaking cock and pulled it in time with him. Spike was close and his face shifted, fangs dropping. With his free hand, he moved the collar of the boy's shirt and bit down into the meaty area of his shoulder. Spike roared his release before drinking the blood from his bite. He felt Xander shudder and gasp under him, felt the warm liquid spurt into his hand.
Slowly, Spike pulled both cock and fangs out of the boy.
"Should get back," Spike said.
Xander turned to Spike in time to see him licking his hand, a grin on his face. Come and blood trailed the corner of Spike's mouth and Xander had the urge to lick it up, so he did, much to Spike's surprise and pleasure.
Spike growled, "Keep it up an' they'll send a search party for us. Wouldn't want them to find me balls deep in your arse, would you?"
Well, when Spike put it like that...
Quickly they arranged themselves and Spike told Xander to go on ahead, he'd stay for a smoke. That way, they wouldn't show back up at the same time.
Nodding, Xander left, but not before one last kiss.
"What's that for then?” Spike asked.
"I owe you."
Spike's laughter could be heard as it trailed behind Xander all the way back to the bus.