Playing Games

Summary: In this game, Xander has an encounter with the Big Bad


Title: Playing Games (6/13)
Author: Jenn
E-mail: jstabe1225@yahoo.com
Pairing: Xander/Spike
*Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none really-takes place after Spike is chipped
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I own nothing
Summary: Xander and Spike like to play games
Feedback: Pretty please!

Xander was just getting out of the shower when his cell phone beeped. He checked it and found a text message from Spike.

Cemetery-outside my old crypt-one hour

Xander couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. He loved this particular game. What could he say, he had a thing for bad boys. And you didn’t get any badder than the Big Bad himself.
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Xander wandered through the cemetery, disgusted with himself. He knew he shouldn’t be out here without Buffy. He wasn’t a fighter. But he’d thought he’d heard something as he walked past and he’d decided to investigate. Ignoring the voice that told him that investigating strange noises was what got bosomy cheerleaders hacked to pieces in all those horror films he loved, he entered the cemetery. He wasn’t a bosomy cheerleader so he should have nothing to worry about. Right? Right. And that’s when the voice spoke, practically in his ear and making him jump a foot.

“Well, well. What do we have here? A Scooby, all alone and unprotected.”

He turned slowly, praying that the voice was just a figment of his imagination. But no such luck. There he was, leather duster, bleached blond hair, habitual cigarette, leaning negligently against a tombstone.

“Spike? What are you doing here? I thought Buffy had run you and Dru out of town.” He managed to sound nonchalant even though his knees were starting to shake.

“Got bored. Decided to look up my old pals in Sunnyhell.”

“You don’t have any pals here, Spike.”

Spike laid a theatrical hand over his heart. “Ah Xander, you wound me. You know you missed me.”

Xander had been carefully sliding backwards while Spike spoke, waiting for an opportunity to run. He turned and made it no more than a step before Spike was right in front of him.

“You’re not leaving so soon, are you pet?”

“Wh…what do you want, Spike?”

Spike gave him a little leer and Xander groaned at the opening he had just given the vampire.

“Want you, Xander. Want to bend you over right here and fuck that virgin ass.”

Xander shivered at the fear those words sent through him. But under the fear was a shiver of arousal too. He didn’t like to admit it but he’d been thinking about something like this since Angel had ‘given’ him to Spike on Parent’s Night’. But that didn’t mean he was going to let Spike have his evil, perverted way with him. Didn’t matter if just the sound of the vampire’s voice could turn his insides to mush, Xander was a Scooby. One of the good guys. And the good guys did not bend over in cemeteries and let bleached blond vampires do naughty things to their asses. No matter how sexy said vampire was.

Spike watched the play of emotions on Xander’s face. Inwardly, he smiled. The whelp wanted him; he could smell it. He just needed a little persuasion. Spike grinned.

Xander saw that grin and did the only sensible thing he could. He ran. He ended up behind an old mausoleum and paused for breath. He carefully looked around the corner of the building. No Spike in sight. But the entrance was. If he could make it out of the cemetery, he could make it to one of the shops on Main street. Taking another cautious look behind him, he began to back slowly towards the entrance…and backed right into Spike.

Hands settled on his waist and pulled him back against a lean, hard body. Xander closed his eyes in defeat.

“Well that was fun. Nothing like a little hunt to get the blood pumping fast and hot.” He bent his head and let his tongue run lightly along Xander’s jugular. He groaned when the boy’s heart rate accelerated, making the pulse there race faster. “Want to taste you, pet. Want to bury my cock deep inside you, fuck you til you scream, and then drink you while you come.”

Xander’s knees buckled and the only thing holding him up was Spike’s strong arms. That wasn’t supposed to sound sexy. Sexy and hot and thrilling. It should scare the hell out of him, a vampire wanting to drink from him. But he could feel Spike’s erection pressed into his backside and his lips grazing his neck and all Xander could do was wonder what it would feel like, just once, to give in to what he wanted.

Spike could feel the tremors running through Xander, knew the struggle he was having with his own desires. Humans. They’d be so much happier if they weren’t so repressed. Of course if they weren’t so repressed, he wouldn’t get to have fun like this. He smiled and ran a hand down to stroke Xander’s hard length.

Xander moaned and the sound shocked him back to his senses. He couldn’t do this.

“Stop, Spike.”

The hand kept stroking. “Don’t want to. Want to play.”

Xander tried to make his voice forceful. “Well I don’t. Go play with someone else.”

Spike felt a stab of anger but then he smiled wickedly to himself. “Ok, pet. If you don’t want to play, I’m sure I can find someone else to play with.” He waited a beat and then whispered in Xander’s ear. “Maybe Red would like to play with me.”

Xander whirled, dark eyes flashing as he launched himself at Spike. They hit the ground hard, Xander on top. Within seconds, Spike had flipped them so he was on top of Xander, lying suggestively between the brunet’s legs. Xander tried to hit Spike, but the blond only laughed and captured Xander’s wrist. He pushed Xander’s arms up and pinned them over his head. He eyed his new toy appreciatively.

“You look so damn sexy like this, pet.”

Dark eyes glittered angrily at him. Spike grinned.

“Come on, pet. Don’t be like that. You lost. Now it’s time to pay the forfeit.”

Spike moved his hips so he could rub his erection against Xander’s. Xander moaned at the contact. Spike bent his head and captured Xander’s mouth in a hard, possessive kiss, never stopping the rocking motions against Xander’s cock.

Xander was moving, helpless to stop himself as he sought more friction on his sensitive erection. Spike’s mouth was cool and he tasted of nicotine and whiskey, a combination Xander found intoxicating. He barely noticed when Spike released his hands so that he could reach between them and remove Xander’s jeans.

Spike groaned his hand closed around warm flesh. The boy had an exceptional cock, nice and thick and extremely responsive. He felt it quiver in his hand as he stroked it.

Xander found himself digging his hands into Spike’s shoulders, desperately needing something to hold onto. The contrast of Spike’s cool hand on his overheated flesh was too much. He groaned in disappointment when Spike’s hand left his cock.

“Hands and knees, now, boy.” Spike’s voice was a low growl that sent shivers through his whole body. Wordlessly he turned and knelt before Spike.

Spike took a minute to enjoy the sight in front of him, the human on his hands and knees, compliant and waiting for Spike’s cock. The thought caused his already painful erection to swell even more and he groaned. He undid his jeans and released his cock. Stroking himself slowly he drank in the sight of Xander‘s naked ass.

Xander tensed a little when he felt cool hands on his ass. Cool fingers slid between his cheeks and began to caress him. Xander moaned and parted his thighs more for Spike.

Spike settled himself between Xander’s legs and began to slide his cock along the crease of Xander’s ass. He brought a wrist to his mouth and bit deeply. Warm blood began to flow and he carefully coated his cock in the sticky fluid. He pressed the head of his cock to Xander’s hole and shoved in hard.

Xander hissed in a breath at the exquisite pleasure/pain of Spike’s entrance. He tensed a little and Spike groaned.

“So fucking tight, pet. Never been inside anything as tight as you.”

Xander moaned and thrust his hips, fucking back at Spike. He loved the feel of the long, hard cock sliding in and out of him and never wanted it to stop.

“More, Spike. Harder.”

Spike obliged, tightening his hands on Xander’s hips and setting a fast pace that soon had Xander panting. Xander let out a low groan…and then froze.

Voices. Less than fifty feet away. Oh shit. Buffy and Willow.

Spike draped himself over Xander, placing his hands on top of the boy’s. Xander gasped as the new position pushed Spike deeper into his ass.

“Better be quiet, boy. Wouldn’t want the Slayer to hear you, would you?”

Xander turned his incredulous gaze to Spike. There was absolutely no way in this world or any other he was letting Spike fuck him with Buffy and Willow nearby.

Spike merely raised an eyebrow and pulled out slowly. Only to push back in even more slowly. Then he began to move in shallow thrusts that sent little tremors throughout Xander’s whole body.

Xander couldn’t help himself; he moaned loudly at a particularly skillful rub of his prostate.

Spike’s voice was amused as he whispered in Xander’s ear. “Better be quiet, pet. Wouldn’t want your friends to see us like this would you? You on your hands and knees with the Big Bad buried nine inches in your sweet ass.” He grabbed Xander’s hips and began to fuck him in earnest.

Xander was writhing now, Spike’s cock doing incredible things to his insides. His breath was coming in harsh little pants that sounded extremely loud to him. Oh God, he should stop this. Stop before Buffy and Willow stumbled on them. But he couldn’t stop now. He was so close. He could do this. He could be quiet. Even though he was sure that the wet sounds of Spike’s dick sliding in and out of his ass could be heard citywide. Even though it felt so damn good he wanted to scream. But he wouldn‘t. He could do this.

Spike grinned in admiration. Xander had managed to stifle his moans and cries and Spike knew that the girls weren’t close enough to hear the breathy little pants that he was making. Gotta admire the kid’s willpower. But he was evil and he liked to live dangerously.

Xander sighed when Spike pulled him up until he was straddling the blond’s thighs. He could feel Spike’s hard chest pressed against his back. He let his head fall back to rest on Spike’s shoulder.

It was the exact opening Spike was waiting for. With a final hard thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt inside Xander’s ass at the same time his fangs descended to bury themselves deep in the sensitive flesh of Xander’s neck.

There was no way to stop the scream this time. Xander could feel Spike come deep inside him, filling him at the same time he was draining him. He could feel his own orgasm shooting from him as Spike stroked his cock. The sensations were so intense he actually passed out.
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When he came to, the first thing he saw was Spike grinning at him like the Cheshire cat.

“Bastard.”

“Hey now. My Mum was a respectable married woman when she had me, thanks ever so much.”

“So, did we treat Buffy and Will to a free show?”

“Course not. They left the cemetery before the big finale.” He gave Xander a little half smile. “Have to say their unexpected arrival added a nice, new twist though.”

Xander laughed. “Yeah, I guess it did. That whole thrill-of-being-caught thing.“ He pulled on his jeans and looked up to see Spike eyeing his neck.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just like seeing my mark on you.”

Xander smiled. He liked it too. He cast a seductive glance in Spike’s direction. “Wanna go home and mark me some more?”

Amber eyes flashed in the darkness and Xander laughed.

“Come on, lover. Last one home has to sleep in the wet spot.”