Slip Slide Melting

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Part 6

He was almost vibrating with need as he paced the foyer, the robe swishing around his legs.

He’d thought about changing but figured why bother. It wasn’t like the bloke he’d ordered didn’t know why he was coming over, after all, and the last thing Spike wanted to do was give some rent boy the impression that this was anything but business for both of them. He only hoped the service had been serious about sending him a shifter.

‘Picture your desire in your mind,’ the being on the other end of the hexicon had said, ‘and the boy will read it before he even knocks. When you open the door, he’ll look like whoever and whatever you like, sir. Biting is prohibited and will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, however, so I would recommend refraining from that action.’

Spike jumped slightly when the intercom buzzed and immediately pressed the admit button. Nobody but his ‘date’ would be coming to visit him now, after all.

The knock, when it came, was slightly tentative and Spike growled as he flung open the door. “Took you long enough,” he snarled, then he took a deep breath and admired the shifter’s skill. “Bloody well perfect, mate…” And he was. He looked just like Xander would now if he had two good eyes.

The human-looking man smiled and cocked his head slightly. “Uh, thanks…?”

“Well. Come in, bloke… and let’s get started, yeah? Got you for the whole day, right? Not going to run off to some other client before I’m done with you, are you?”

“N-no… of course not, Mister, uh… Nemoy…”

He didn’t quite understand the lust-scent he was getting from the shifter, but then again maybe the boy just loved his job.

“You can call me Will, yeah? Living room’s that way.” He pointed. “Go in, get your kit off, mate, and sit in the chair by the couch. I’ll be along in a minute.” After he had a bit of blood and calmed himself down a bit. He somehow hadn’t expected the whore to have Xander down so bloody perfectly. Hell, he even smelled like him.

The shifter nodded at him, still looking a wee bit stunned as he turned away and headed through the doorway after toeing off his shoes, presumably to follow directions.

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‘What the fuck am I doing?’ Xander asked himself as he dropped his jacket beside the couch. ‘I can’t let him believe I’m… fuck, can I?’

‘You want him,’ his inner voice answered quickly, ‘and you dropped the glamour when you sent the real hire-boy away with those fake memories. Spike knows who you are. He has to, right?’

‘But he was all… worried that I was gonna run off to another john, remember…?’

‘That’s even better. It means he hired a shifter and expected him to look like you. I don’t see the problem.’

‘You don’t?’ Xander thought confusedly, even as he pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it, starting on the fastenings of his pants. ‘I’m lying to him just by being here and not telling him! I… fuck, I don’t want to lie to him!’

‘Yeah, because the Magus Prime’s Assistant would never lie, right Xander?’

Xander sighed.

‘Look,’ the voice said swiftly, ‘You want him. He wants you, apparently. Why not let this happen? You can tell him later.’

‘After he thinks I’m a whore? That I’m not even me but some poor kid with no other skills to offer?’

‘Oh… that’s what’s bothering you. Afraid you won’t be as good as a rent-boy, huh? That Spike’ll be disappointed?’

‘No! I just… I want it to be me he’s with, and even though it is, he doesn’t know it and… fuck. I need to go. Now.’

He was tugging his pants back up his thighs when the vampire entered the room and he froze. “Uh…”

One dark brow rose, pale, full lips pursing a bit as he stalked towards the beautiful young man… shifter… in his living room. “And what’s all this, then?” Spike demanded.

“Uh… I… this is a mistake,” Xander finally said. “I shouldn’t… this… I should go.”

And bloody hell, the bloke had the reluctance he imagined the real Harris would feel down pat, too. He’d have to remember to give the boy a truly impressive tip. Later, of course, because first…

He arched his brow higher, licking his lips as he slowly moved closer, holding the wide brown eyes with his own blue ones. “You should, pet… if you’re not sure you want to be here, you should go.”

He hand slid out, fingers barely touching the soft, tanned skin of the boy’s chest and sliding slowly down, still watching those eyes as he felt the heated twitches of silken flesh.

“Never cared much for forcing anyone,” he whispered, fingers finding the seeping tip of the bloke’s turgid shaft then moving down, cupping his palm over that hot, hard length. “Was more my Sire’s way than mine, you know? So I’m not going to force you, mate… and if you want to leave, I won’t stop you, yeah?”

‘Thank… Gods… an out…’ Xander managed to think, his eyes closing with relief for just a moment, which turned out to be a mistake because when he opened them again, it was to the sight of the top of Spike’s head, deep blue velvet pooled on the carpet around them. “I… please, I can’t… this is just…”

“Wrong, pet?” Spike murmured, inhaling the scent of musk and need before swiping his tongue over the seeping purple tip. “It’s only wrong if you really don’t want this, and I have to tell you… your body seems to be disagreeing with your mouth. But tell me to stop and mean it, mate… and I will.”

“I-I… Gods, d-don’t… stop,” Xander heard himself groaning, even as he felt those soft, cool lips move down his shaft in tiny, closed-mouthed kisses. “Oh… fuck. I am… so screwed…”

Spike chuckled, pushing the boy’s pants down to the floor. “Not yet, pet… but you will be,” he admitted smugly before getting to his feet again, one hand wrapped firmly around the thick length of the shifter’s cock. “Pretty thing like you, all toned and tanned… that bleeding beautiful ass of yours? Oh, yeah, pet. You’re going to be screwed like you’d never believe…”

Xander swallowed hard as he was pushed down onto the couch. He opened his lips to speak, to tell Spike that he wasn’t who he thought he was, and…

Pale fingers pulled slowly at the silken tie of the velvet robe and Spike pushed the fabric from his shoulders to slither into a small pile around his feet. His eyes found and held wide brown again, even as the fingers of one hand wrapped around his own shaft, the other finding the bloke’s shoulder and rubbing small circles there.

He inhaled slowly and smirked just a bit. “Think you like what you see, pet… know I like what I see…”

And Gods help him because he for damned sure couldn’t help but help himself. “I… Gods. Yeah. I… shit, Sp… Will. I… more than like.” Xander swallowed hard and tried to pull his gaze away from the blond’s, moaning when he succeeded because his eyes were now glued to that rampantly bobbing cock held in those long, elegant fingers. “I… can I…?”

The vampire moaned softly and shifted a bit, cocking his hips towards the boy. “Thinking ‘yes’, mate… wish you would…”

“Your wish…” Xander heard himself whispering as he leaned closer and opened his lips to the deeply pink head of Spike’s cock, breathing one slow draft of warm air across the seeping slit before taking the tip in and just holding it there, tongue lapping delicately at the dribbling fluids.

“Bloody… fucking… hell,” Spike nearly snarled, rocking forward while his hands left the boys shoulder and his own skin to tangle slowly into soft, dark hair. “So bloody warm, pet… deeper, yeah?”

‘Oh, yeah… told you, didn’t I?’ the little voice said, sounding very self-satisfied. ‘Gonna get just what you want and you’ll have me to thank.”

Xander ignored the voice, pushing it completely aside as he stroked his hands up and down Spike’s hips, then around to the rounded, toned cheeks of the vampire’s ass, pulling him closer as he opened his throat fully for the cool but still pulsing shaft. His eyes closed and he concentrated on the sensation of having this particular vampire in his mouth; smelling the unique scent of him as he buried his nose in the short, dark hairs at his base.

Fuck… the boy really knew his job. And seemed to be enjoying it, at that. Of course, Spike was fairly certain that he was enjoying it just as much, if not more.

The hot, slick mouth around him, the small, subtle scrape of teeth… that amazing throat flexing around him… and it had been… twenty-two years since he’d gotten off, and even longer with someone else in the room, and… “Bloody… yeah, pet… harder. Going to come, mate… right down your throat. Fill your belly, then fill your ass, yeah? Want that, pet? Want to feel me exploding into you? Making you choke, making you yell when your tight little hole overflows from me?” He groaned, his hips stabbing harder, deeper into the blissful wet heat, fingers gripping hair tighter and tighter.

And it was a good thing he wasn’t actually human anymore, Xander figured. If he had been, he would have literally choked to death by now. As it was, though, a part of him—a large part—was reveling in the thick cock sliding repeatedly down his throat; in the harsh, rough grip on his hair, Spike’s fingers directing his movements. And the vampire’s words…

He shivered slightly, in anticipation. All of his lovers for the last two decades had known who and what he was. None of them had ever had the balls to treat him like this. None of them had ever promised to come down his throat or raped his mouth—however willingly—or swore they’d make him scream for them, and… this was Spike!

He swallowed harder around the thrusting shaft, moaning deep in his chest as he heard the first helpless gasp, felt the first swelling pulse, sensed the first violent spurt of thick, rich seed and he pulled back, wanting to taste the blond.

He held the tip in the cavern of his mouth, lips tight just behind the glans as Spike gasped and shuddered before him, his fingers so tight against his scalp that Xander thought he might find little half-moon scabs there later and he didn’t care; he just sucked harder, tongue flicking against the slit as it slowed its explosive splashes, keeping the motion strong and steady until Spike was nearly boneless with release and there was no more fluid forthcoming.

“B-b-bloody f-fucking…” the vampire groaned, only the desire not to squash the bloke until after he’d fucked the ass that was sure to be just as good as the mouth keeping him upright. “Bloody maestro of the cock, aren’t you, mate?”

Xander shook his head slowly, finally releasing the still half hard shaft from his lips. “Just… doing what I like myself, S… Will. I… how do you want me next?”

Spike chuckled and shook his head before falling onto the couch beside the boy and pulling him into his lap. “Next… think I’m going to kiss you, pet. Taste myself in that hot mouth of yours and…” he trailed off when the bloke started shaking his head wildly. “No?” he demanded roughly, “You don’t get to tell me ‘no’, mate. Bought and paid for, aren’t you?”

Xander blushed and shook his head again although he didn’t move from the vampire’s lap. “No kissing. I… it’s too… personal, Will.” ‘And when I kiss you, I want you to know it’s me; not some hire-boy, damn it!’

The vampire sighed and would have forced the issue, but the soul wouldn’t let him. Besides, he hadn’t been joking earlier. Angelus would have forced the bloke to kiss him and that was enough reason for Spike not to.

“Right, then,” he said after a moment. “Do you need anything, pet? Something to drink? Some food to keep your strength up? Because trust me, you’re going to need it. Twinkies? Ding-dongs? Devil dogs? Sure I could get some delivered in a flash.” Because he’d be damned if he was going to offer up any of his Jaffa Cakes or Chocolate Kittens.

He couldn’t help laughing at the smirk on Spike’s face, although he had no doubt that the blond was right. “Uh, sure… any of those?”

“Be right back, mate… don’t move. Much.”

And just like that, the vampire got up and strolled off, still naked and getting harder every second.

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The interesting thing to Spike was that Twinkies and Ding-dongs hadn’t been available in most of the city since the Change. Even more interesting was that his so-called rent-boy hadn’t realized that, which meant… either the magetrix was wrong about the availability or his rent-boy was no rent-boy at all.

The latter option was the most likely since the magetrix was world-wide and unlikely to make that big of a mistake on every bloody page his search had brought up, but he had no idea of what the fuck Xander Harris would be doing in his apartment, sucking his cock and waiting patiently for him to come back and fuck him. The boy didn’t even like him, so what…?

Or maybe… maybe he’d misread the whole situation. Maybe… could it be that Xander didn’t hate him? Or… did the bloke hate himself so much that he’d willingly spread for someone he despised?

Was the boy—young man, he reminded himself, although in human years the bloke was nearing fifty—that screwed up?

Spike didn’t think so. He hadn’t gotten that desperate vibe from him, after all.

Or was he completely out of his mind? Was the bloke just what he seemed—a rental.

One sure way to find out, Spike figured.

He passed by the living room doorway on his way to the kitchen and a bag of the blood there, looking in for a moment. “Just another minute, mate,” he said. “Feeling a bit peckish and I’ve been told you’re not licensed for feeding. Put some music on, yeah? And… seeing as you’re a shifter and all, maybe you can look like someone else for me, right? Not that you’re not bloody beautiful as you are, of course, but… how about looking a bit… broodier.”

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‘Broodier? He wants me to look broodier?’ Xander thought with a frown before his eyes hardened slightly with anger and a disappointment he wouldn’t admit even to himself. ‘See? He doesn’t want me. He wants fucking Angel!’

‘…’

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d say. Nothing.’

‘Okay. Fine. Look like the Captain,’ his inner voice said after a moment. ‘You’ll still be the one he’s with. You know you want to, Xander… to have Spike, feel him inside you. Hell, you’ve been aching for a good fucking for years now. So have one. He never needs to know.’

And that much was true enough, but still… ‘I’ll know. I’ll know that no matter how much I want him, he wants Angelus. And I’ll know that I’ll never really have Spike. Hell, he hates me, doesn’t he?’

‘Wanted you to suck him off, though. Hell, he almost choked you with that bludgeon he calls a cock. Imagine how it’s gonna feel when he slams it into you. It’s been a long time since you’ve bottomed, Xander; it’ll probably feel like the first time ever…’

Gods, his inner fucking voice was a bastard… but a persuasive one.

Besides, Spike already couldn’t stand him, so what difference did it make if the vampire ever did find out it was him? One more little bit of hate, granted, but… at least he’d have had him once, right? And that had to be better than never at all…

‘That’s my boy,’ the voice chuckled softly, ‘now make yourself look like the Captain before he comes back. I know you’re good enough with glamours to do it quickly.’

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