The Senator's Downfall (and its sequel Warrior)

(A/N: The characters are not mine, they're Joss')

Three weeks were passing at the melting speed of the millennia old glaciers of the rim planets. Most nights, Xander didn’t even make it to the courtyard. He and the other trainees were worked so hard, they didn’t have the energy. Then there were the nights he did appear... they were almost worse.

Nights like this.

They ate dinner, trying to keep their minds on the food, on anything but each other, and failed miserably. It was inevitable... Xander asked to go to Spike’s place. Against his better judgment, Spike agreed.

They bumped into each other, hearts pounding the moment they were alone in the streets leading to Spike's place, both tortured by thoughts of being alone and of bodies sliding together.

They climbed the steep set of stone stairs, and walked inside his sparse one room living quarters, then flopped on the bed. “I don’t think we should do this,” Spike said, his breath coming harshly as Xander crawled on all fours toward him, then pressed his mouth to Spike’s ear.

“I can do this.”

He felt moist heat in his ear as Xander’s tongue flicked inside. Instantly, he was hard. But he knew... release wouldn’t come. They'd been through this before...

“I pull your clothes off, Spike. You lay on your stomach, and I kiss you... your back... I kiss your ass... slowly... I move lower...”

Spike bit his lip as the images assaulted his mind. “I feel your breath, so hot, so good against my skin. I open my legs...”

“I lick you... I feel your balls get tight under my mouth I... I... I... fuck...”

Realizing that Xander was close to coming, Spike rolled away, and pulled him up off the bed. “No. Don’t touch yourself,” he clamped Xander’s hand.

Sweat droplets beaded on Xander’s forehead. He ached to grip his arousal, to stroke himself until he came. It wasn’t fair... this wasn’t fair. In the barracks, the other men watched for each other. Here, Spike watched him... didn’t let him break the rule even once.

“It’ll pass,” Spike said through gritted teeth. Just like last time... he’d been worked into a lather, and had to stop. Next time he was not going to bring Xander home, not until his ban was over.

Xander slumped against the wall. “Okay... I’m okay. I’m gonna go now.” He knew that Spike wouldn’t argue... that he’d probably get himself off the minute he left. And that was okay... it was how it should be. He wished he could be the one to bring Spike off, but he didn’t have that control yet.


* * *

The stained glass windows of the fortress carved into the solid rock of Kera were almost as ancient as his world, and just as beautiful in a stark and unapologetic way. Black dominated over the red and white glass. He closed the window, clasped the last of his jewels onto his wings, and strode out of the large, opulent bedroom.

The housekeeper stopped him near the door. “My Lord, a message from Ta Maleck,” she said. All warriors held Ta as their title, but only certain bloodlines had the right to be called Lord.

“Yes, what does Maleck want?”

“He says he should like a to dance a set tonight.”

Spike nodded. “Done.”

“Also... it is his birthday tomorrow.”

Shaking his head, Spike waved his hand. “Fine... he’s too old to care about such things, but fine. I’ll have a gift.”

She gave a curtsy as he left.


* * *


The music dominated the courtyard this night. Spike was quite happy to find Xander all over him. Three weeks had finally passed, and now Xander was threatening to give him the pounding he’d been looking forward to.

“Let’s hope you’re not all mouth, little warrior,” Spike said, rubbing his hand up and down Xander’s thigh under the table. “Did they not exhaust you today.”

“Fuck no.” Xander dragged Spike’s hand up to where he needed him. “Spike, let’s go.”

“Can’t... need to dance with someone first,” Spike answered.

“Wha... who?”
Before Spike could answer, another warrior had joined them, then another. He kept them busy, and occasionally kissed Xander... touched him... making sure to keep him warm and ready for later.

Then he saw Maleck. “I’ll be back,” he told Xander, leaving the table abruptly and heading to the dance area.

Open-mouthed, Xander stared at the two men standing inches apart. The dance was a lot like the sword dance he'd had with Spike on Salustria, only there were no swords. The men had their gazes locked, and while one moved forward and back, stamping his legs in complicated steps, the other anticipated and performed the same moves.

He had to admit that seeing two warriors move in unison, watching their muscles ripple, their bodies almost slide together... it was erotic. He wished he were the one dancing with Spike, he almost closed his eyes when they moved closer, when their bodies brushed. The music stopped as suddenly as the dance, and he watched as the tall dark-haired warrior kissed the daylights out of Spike.

By the time Spike got back, Xander was ready to explode. Spike tugged him up from the chair. “Come on, your turn.”

“Wha... Spike, you... he... who...whoa...”

Spike dragged him to the dance floor and pulled him into his arms. “Listen to the beat. Move with me, look in my eyes, you’ll know where I’m going.”

“You’re doing it... the voice and the eyes thing... and...” It was making Xander's head spin, his body melt.

“Right, right, left, hop... left, back, good...” Spike whispered the words until they danced as smoothly as if they’d been doing it for years. “That was a dance. This is... more than a dance,” he whispered, raising his wings, then bringing them around Xander. An instant later, their mouths were fused together in a slow, hungry kiss.

Xander’s heart raced, matching the beat of the drums. He clung to Spike’s lips, clung to his waist, groaning lightly when his cock brushed against Spike’s thigh. Need slammed into him, full force. Hoarsely, he begged to end the dance and go.

“Almost there,” Spike dropped his wings, then pulled Xander along the narrow streets.

Hidden behind the wings, Xander hadn’t realized they’d alreadyleft the dance floor. But with the ache building between his legs, he was more than happy to find himself closer to Spike’s place. When they reached the stairs, he pushed Spike against the wall and kissed him. Then he pushed him down onto the stairs.

Spike grunted as Xander followed him down and pressed one knee against his groin, while straddling his leg. Tangled together, they kissed again. Fierce, hungry kisses, sweet release from denial. Spike raised his hips, groaning as their cocks came into contact. For a heartbeat, they were rubbing against each other, and sucking on each others’ tongues as if nothing else mattered, as if there was nothing but them.

Spike started to get up, but was pushed back again. He could have stopped Xander, but the lust in the boy’s eyes was too tantalizing. He swallowed as Xander tried to rip his shirt in half, only to find the material didn’t give. Then he felt Xander fumble with the silver clasps on his pants, with equal lack of success.

“If you don’t take it off, I’m going to fuck you through your clothes,” Xander growled, half mad with need as he bucked against Spike. “Feckitall...”

Swallowing hard, Spike lifted his arms, and let him rip the top off then holding Xander around the waist, got up. “Come on then, inside...”

Thick and hard, Xander nudged his aroused cock against Spike’s ass as they walked up. The door opened, and an instant later, it was slammed shut.

Staring at each other in the light of the moons, the two men shed the rest of their clothes. Then they were in each others’ arms, each stroking the others’ swollen member as they staggered toward the bed.

“Want you so bad,” Xander’s breath was labored, his voice husky and unfamiliar.

“Have me then.” Taking a deep breath, Spike turned around put his hands on the edge of his bed.

Xander stared at the warrior’s rock hard legs and ass, inviting him... just waiting for a fucking.

“What’s it to be?” Spike spread his wings up high over their heads, and flexed his arms, bending over a fraction more.

“Me... inside you.” Xander rubbed his seeping tip against Spike’s hole, then pushed his finger inside his satiny canal. As he rubbed the pad of his index finger over Spike’s gland, he felt Spike close around him tighter, felt him push back. A few more strokes, and then he withdrew his finger. Aligning himself, he held spike in place and pushed inside.

Blinded by the momentary pain, Spike forced himself back, forced himself to take all of Xander. So full... so good, he groaned and panted, clawing at Xander’s ass... “Come on...”

Xander reached around and closed his hand around Spike’s thick shaft, alternately stroking him, and thrusting into him... hard... pulling out and pushing in again. He loved the way the warrior moved back and forth, his biceps bulging as he pressed up and down, carrying part of Xander’s weight. With each, long stroke, the pressure built in intensity.

“Fuck... fuck... fuck...” Xander couldn’t keep to the slow pace anymore. He moved his hips, thrusting again and again, releasing Spike’s cock and now gripping his hips to drag him back hard and fast, to meet each furious thrust. He licked the spot between Spike shoulder blades, and fucked him all the harder when he heard that Kerali purring sound that did things to his insides.

Spike arched back, his body humming with blinding pleasure. Xander’s lusty sounds set him on fire. He half turned... straining... watched as the boy bit his lip and leaned his head back, watched as he went out of his mind trying to reach that place... watched as his eyes glazed over.

“Harder,” he begged, shuddering just as Xander came deep inside him.

They collapsed on the bed, still joined for a minute, before Xander rolled off and took a breath. “Ten minutes?” He let out heavy breaths.

“Yes. Ten Kerali minutes,” Spike grinned, and kissed him. He would never have enough of this, not ever.


(A/N: Please comment and let me know what you think of fantasy/sci-fi genre Spander)