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Chapter 6
Title: Truth Denied 6/?
Pairings: Spander (eventually)
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: STRIPPING! Uh... Boy's touching! And... uhm... not much. I'm not used to having so few warnings.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Watch as the pretty boys dance! It is the sexay!
Beta: Tamakin Any errors are mine and mine alone.
Comments keep my muse well fed.
WOO WHO! Another song to DL! Remember, if the link is broken, let me know and I'll re-upload it Or send it directly to you http://www.sendspace.com/file/bmdpmp
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Xander couldn’t help but wonder if he should have taken Chad up on the offer to split a bowl before his dance. A little greenery right now would definitely have taken the edge off… though it would probably have made him too paranoid to go out there. Sober was better. Much better. Besides… he could always join in at the end of his dance. Oh gods, his dance. He was going to do a strip tease in front of a room of strange men, not that doing a strip tease in front of men he knew would be any easier, especially with a vampire turned human who used to hate his guts. Oh this was going to be a really really bad decision.
Xander rubbed his sweaty palms on his skin tight jeans and fiddled with his yellow hardhat, nervously fidgeting, waiting for the first chord that would drag him out into the spotlight. Already he could hear the hoots and whistles of an excited crowd. Word had gotten out amazingly quickly that Spike was doing a set tonight… a set with a new boy. A set with the boy he’d walked out with the night before. Texting, instant messaging, e-mails, and word of mouth had brought in an amazingly large crowd, but Xander tried hard not to think about it. It would only make him even more nervous.
“Listen up ladies and gents, tonight you have the pleasure of watching a new talent’s first night at Priape’s Temple. Everybody bow down and worship Sexy Lexy with your favorite, Priape’s Spike!”
Oh shit, that’s us!
The beat started and Xander strutted out onto stage, mirroring Spike’s entrance off the other side, thrusting and twisting their hips to the music. They wore matching outfits, skin tight white t-shirts with jeans that looked painted on. Each had on a bright yellow hardhat and a mischievous smirk.
I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
They made their way to each other, fingers ghosting over each other’s skin. Xander took off Spike’s helmet and threw it backstage, quickly followed by Spike returning the favor. The crowd were all on their feet now, hooting and calling out encouragements; money was flung onto the stage at their bare feet by the worshipful crowd. Xander tried to loose himself in the music.
Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
They molded their bodies against each other, Xander standing behind Spike as they both faced the crowd. Slowly Spike slid to his knees, keeping them parted, thrusting out hard at the beginning of the last line, pressing his head back against Xander’s trapped erection. It had taken the boy quite some time to get one going back stage, but Spike had made no comment; he knew when to keep his mouth shut these days.
I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Spike crawled down the shaft of the stage, Xander strutting and dancing behind him, ripping his shirt off while spinning on his toes, head thrust back, chest pushed out, showing to advantage every line of muscle he still had.
When they got to the tip Xander slid one hand down Spike’s side and quickly flipped him over onto his back. To the crowds delight, he knelt between Spike’s splayed legs and ripped his shirt right off. Xander threw the scraps out to the crowd and noticed with amusement that his own shredded attire had long been pulled from the stage to be fought over by the audience.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
They dry humped each other with exaggerated grace and theatrics before Xander pulled Spike to his feet while standing himself and spun him around so they both faced outwards again with Xander once more behind the smaller form of Spike. Xander slid to his knees and peeled Spike’s pants off him in one smooth motion, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, leaving Spike standing in a tight pair of Jockey’s, his erection straining against the taut fabric and showing off the spreading stain.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Spike stepped out of his pants and in one smooth spin he was on his knees before Xander, returning the favor. The crowd went wild when Xander humped Spike’s face, pressing the blonde’s head against his cloth covered erection. Spike reached up behind Xander and ripped off his Jockey’s so his face was pressed against a red satin pouch on a g-string covered fully erect cock with balls included.
Someone in the crowd fainted.
I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Xander pushed Spike onto his back, and Spike thrust lewdly up at him, enticing, encouraging. Xander knelt between his parted legs and peeled Spike’s underwear off with his teeth, revealing Spike’s blue satin pouch straining around his weeping erection, his balls heavy and pulling the pouch downwards.
Someone in the crowd started shrieking incoherently in quick bursts before they fell to the ground in a dead faint, the rest of the crowd ignored him, calling out encouragements and entirely illegal suggestions for them to follow.
Xander licked his way up from the arch of Spike’s foot to his inner thigh with a pointed tongue, Spike arched upwards, thrusting into air to the beat, using his other leg for leverage.
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Xander pulled Spike up to a sitting position, hands possessively at the back of his head and between his shoulders, pulling him close while he rolled his hips.
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Spike pushed Xander onto hips back, moving to press his body against Xander’s, rolling his hips at the end of the song while Xander wrapped one leg around Spike’s waist, his back arched almost painfully up to Spike’s, pressing against him.
The lights went out and the crowd went wild! Xander and Spike could feel dollar bills being hurled at them as they scampered off stage with quick feet, scooping up their pants on the way off stage. The announcer’s voice rang out over the crowd.
“That was Priape’s Spike! And our fresh new Sexy Lexy. Remember boys this is his first night, so play gentle!” the announcer admonished.
Xander collapsed onto a chair, reaching wearily for a water bottle in a bowl of ice. He tried to hide his trembling, tried to calm his heart. It was over, he hadn’t done bad, didn’t fall over his own two feet. The audience seemed to enjoy it, but it was probably because it was Spike more than it was because of him. He’d proven to himself he could do it, shown he had what it took… and he was okay.
Spike watched him shrewdly, guessing the emotions raging through the boy as he thirstily chugged back the cool water.
“Wh-what now?” Xander asked.
“Now? Now you go put those pants back on, find that other shirt we bought an’ put it on. You’re waitin’ tables while I talk to the boss man. Remember to put your work boots on, you don’t wanna step on glass or have someone step on you. If you can pull off the waitin’ bit, can’t see why he wouldn’t hire you.” He nodded to a bouncer who handed Spike a large bulging satchel and gave Xander a wink before walking off back to his post with a bit of a skip to his step. Spike opened the bag and took a peek, eyes growing large.
“Yeah… see no reason why they wouldn’t want t’keep you,” Spike showed Xander the swept up pile of tips. There were one’s and five’s, a couple of ten’s and even a few twenties. Xander felt as stunned as Spike looked.
“Guess they liked us… huh?” Xander breathed.
“Oh… yeah… you could say that. If this is what we pulled in from tips the bar must be makin’ a killin’! Xan, I hope you stay here a long long time,” Spike beamed, almost bouncing with glee. Xander winced and twitched his hand towards his crotch but let it fall back onto his knee.
Spike cocked an eyebrow, and nodded, “Yeah, leave that for your first trip ‘round, it’ll get more dosh stuffed down your pants, an’ if ya leave the pouch on, they’ll never touch you; they can’t get past the ties.” Xander nodded and slid on his pants, struggling to get his erection back into them. Spike turned away, giving him some privacy and used the motion to subtly palm his own erection for a quick grope.
Xander pulled on his boots and new shirt while Spike did the same. They both headed down the long corridor to the front of the club and the entire time Xander struggled to remember to breathe. He had been able to deal, barely, with Spike pressing and rubbing against him. He just kept reminding himself that it was an act, it wasn’t real, Spike didn’t REALLY want him, Spike just had a cock ring on… but out there… there would be real men with real erections and grabby hands and fistfuls of dollars. They’d rub and stroke and tease and pull and caress… Xander didn’t think he could do it.
“Xan, you okay?” Spike stopped their rush to the front, something about the way Xander had gone as white as a sheet tipped him off that something was wrong.
“I… I can’t Spike.” He felt like a trapped animal and looked wildly about for an escape route, but the only way was back.
“Can’t what?” Spike looked at him, confused.
“I can’t go out there. I’m sorry, oh god, I’m sorry, I don’t wanna… I thought I could, I really did… but I can’t Spike, I’m sorry!” and he ran out the back door, scooping up his backpack on the way. He heard Spike calling after him but it didn’t slow him down, he just kept running.
Pairings: Spander (eventually)
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: STRIPPING! Uh... Boy's touching! And... uhm... not much. I'm not used to having so few warnings.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Watch as the pretty boys dance! It is the sexay!
Beta: Tamakin Any errors are mine and mine alone.
Comments keep my muse well fed.
WOO WHO! Another song to DL! Remember, if the link is broken, let me know and I'll re-upload it Or send it directly to you http://www.sendspace.com/file/bmdpmp
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Xander couldn’t help but wonder if he should have taken Chad up on the offer to split a bowl before his dance. A little greenery right now would definitely have taken the edge off… though it would probably have made him too paranoid to go out there. Sober was better. Much better. Besides… he could always join in at the end of his dance. Oh gods, his dance. He was going to do a strip tease in front of a room of strange men, not that doing a strip tease in front of men he knew would be any easier, especially with a vampire turned human who used to hate his guts. Oh this was going to be a really really bad decision.
Xander rubbed his sweaty palms on his skin tight jeans and fiddled with his yellow hardhat, nervously fidgeting, waiting for the first chord that would drag him out into the spotlight. Already he could hear the hoots and whistles of an excited crowd. Word had gotten out amazingly quickly that Spike was doing a set tonight… a set with a new boy. A set with the boy he’d walked out with the night before. Texting, instant messaging, e-mails, and word of mouth had brought in an amazingly large crowd, but Xander tried hard not to think about it. It would only make him even more nervous.
“Listen up ladies and gents, tonight you have the pleasure of watching a new talent’s first night at Priape’s Temple. Everybody bow down and worship Sexy Lexy with your favorite, Priape’s Spike!”
Oh shit, that’s us!
The beat started and Xander strutted out onto stage, mirroring Spike’s entrance off the other side, thrusting and twisting their hips to the music. They wore matching outfits, skin tight white t-shirts with jeans that looked painted on. Each had on a bright yellow hardhat and a mischievous smirk.
I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
They made their way to each other, fingers ghosting over each other’s skin. Xander took off Spike’s helmet and threw it backstage, quickly followed by Spike returning the favor. The crowd were all on their feet now, hooting and calling out encouragements; money was flung onto the stage at their bare feet by the worshipful crowd. Xander tried to loose himself in the music.
Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
They molded their bodies against each other, Xander standing behind Spike as they both faced the crowd. Slowly Spike slid to his knees, keeping them parted, thrusting out hard at the beginning of the last line, pressing his head back against Xander’s trapped erection. It had taken the boy quite some time to get one going back stage, but Spike had made no comment; he knew when to keep his mouth shut these days.
I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Spike crawled down the shaft of the stage, Xander strutting and dancing behind him, ripping his shirt off while spinning on his toes, head thrust back, chest pushed out, showing to advantage every line of muscle he still had.
When they got to the tip Xander slid one hand down Spike’s side and quickly flipped him over onto his back. To the crowds delight, he knelt between Spike’s splayed legs and ripped his shirt right off. Xander threw the scraps out to the crowd and noticed with amusement that his own shredded attire had long been pulled from the stage to be fought over by the audience.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
They dry humped each other with exaggerated grace and theatrics before Xander pulled Spike to his feet while standing himself and spun him around so they both faced outwards again with Xander once more behind the smaller form of Spike. Xander slid to his knees and peeled Spike’s pants off him in one smooth motion, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, leaving Spike standing in a tight pair of Jockey’s, his erection straining against the taut fabric and showing off the spreading stain.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Spike stepped out of his pants and in one smooth spin he was on his knees before Xander, returning the favor. The crowd went wild when Xander humped Spike’s face, pressing the blonde’s head against his cloth covered erection. Spike reached up behind Xander and ripped off his Jockey’s so his face was pressed against a red satin pouch on a g-string covered fully erect cock with balls included.
Someone in the crowd fainted.
I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Xander pushed Spike onto his back, and Spike thrust lewdly up at him, enticing, encouraging. Xander knelt between his parted legs and peeled Spike’s underwear off with his teeth, revealing Spike’s blue satin pouch straining around his weeping erection, his balls heavy and pulling the pouch downwards.
Someone in the crowd started shrieking incoherently in quick bursts before they fell to the ground in a dead faint, the rest of the crowd ignored him, calling out encouragements and entirely illegal suggestions for them to follow.
Xander licked his way up from the arch of Spike’s foot to his inner thigh with a pointed tongue, Spike arched upwards, thrusting into air to the beat, using his other leg for leverage.
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Xander pulled Spike up to a sitting position, hands possessively at the back of his head and between his shoulders, pulling him close while he rolled his hips.
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Spike pushed Xander onto hips back, moving to press his body against Xander’s, rolling his hips at the end of the song while Xander wrapped one leg around Spike’s waist, his back arched almost painfully up to Spike’s, pressing against him.
The lights went out and the crowd went wild! Xander and Spike could feel dollar bills being hurled at them as they scampered off stage with quick feet, scooping up their pants on the way off stage. The announcer’s voice rang out over the crowd.
“That was Priape’s Spike! And our fresh new Sexy Lexy. Remember boys this is his first night, so play gentle!” the announcer admonished.
Xander collapsed onto a chair, reaching wearily for a water bottle in a bowl of ice. He tried to hide his trembling, tried to calm his heart. It was over, he hadn’t done bad, didn’t fall over his own two feet. The audience seemed to enjoy it, but it was probably because it was Spike more than it was because of him. He’d proven to himself he could do it, shown he had what it took… and he was okay.
Spike watched him shrewdly, guessing the emotions raging through the boy as he thirstily chugged back the cool water.
“Wh-what now?” Xander asked.
“Now? Now you go put those pants back on, find that other shirt we bought an’ put it on. You’re waitin’ tables while I talk to the boss man. Remember to put your work boots on, you don’t wanna step on glass or have someone step on you. If you can pull off the waitin’ bit, can’t see why he wouldn’t hire you.” He nodded to a bouncer who handed Spike a large bulging satchel and gave Xander a wink before walking off back to his post with a bit of a skip to his step. Spike opened the bag and took a peek, eyes growing large.
“Yeah… see no reason why they wouldn’t want t’keep you,” Spike showed Xander the swept up pile of tips. There were one’s and five’s, a couple of ten’s and even a few twenties. Xander felt as stunned as Spike looked.
“Guess they liked us… huh?” Xander breathed.
“Oh… yeah… you could say that. If this is what we pulled in from tips the bar must be makin’ a killin’! Xan, I hope you stay here a long long time,” Spike beamed, almost bouncing with glee. Xander winced and twitched his hand towards his crotch but let it fall back onto his knee.
Spike cocked an eyebrow, and nodded, “Yeah, leave that for your first trip ‘round, it’ll get more dosh stuffed down your pants, an’ if ya leave the pouch on, they’ll never touch you; they can’t get past the ties.” Xander nodded and slid on his pants, struggling to get his erection back into them. Spike turned away, giving him some privacy and used the motion to subtly palm his own erection for a quick grope.
Xander pulled on his boots and new shirt while Spike did the same. They both headed down the long corridor to the front of the club and the entire time Xander struggled to remember to breathe. He had been able to deal, barely, with Spike pressing and rubbing against him. He just kept reminding himself that it was an act, it wasn’t real, Spike didn’t REALLY want him, Spike just had a cock ring on… but out there… there would be real men with real erections and grabby hands and fistfuls of dollars. They’d rub and stroke and tease and pull and caress… Xander didn’t think he could do it.
“Xan, you okay?” Spike stopped their rush to the front, something about the way Xander had gone as white as a sheet tipped him off that something was wrong.
“I… I can’t Spike.” He felt like a trapped animal and looked wildly about for an escape route, but the only way was back.
“Can’t what?” Spike looked at him, confused.
“I can’t go out there. I’m sorry, oh god, I’m sorry, I don’t wanna… I thought I could, I really did… but I can’t Spike, I’m sorry!” and he ran out the back door, scooping up his backpack on the way. He heard Spike calling after him but it didn’t slow him down, he just kept running.