Slip Slide Melting

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Part 7

And he must have been imagining things, Spike told himself sadly when he strolled back into the living room and found a perfect replica of his Sire sitting there.

Yeah, the shifter was just that—a shifter and a rent-boy and not Xander bloody Harris at all.

Then again, why had he even thought it was possible in the first place? Because Twinkies were hard to get?

Considering what he’d paid for the boy, the hire must be used to the sort of clients who could afford that kind of thing. He’d hardly found him on a street corner, after all.

“Sorry. Couldn’t get any. Guess we’ll have to feed you later. So,” he said, keeping the disappointment from his voice, “where were we, mate?”

Xander swallowed hard and looked up from the couch. “Uh, I think… you were… you said you wanted to…”

“Fuck that tight ass of yours,” Spike said, as though just reminded of that. “Yeah. You got lube, pet?”

He shook his head before cursing silently. Any real hire-lad would have come prepared, and Xander… wasn’t. “The service said you’d have… everything here and I… I was running late and didn’t stop and… you don’t have… anything…?” And that actually made him feel good, seeing as it would imply that this was the first time the vampire had hired a fuck since he’d come back and… ‘and I’m a huge girl. He’s just horny. It doesn’t mean anything.’

Spike frowned then shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to find something, won’t I? Because I am going to sink deep into you, bloke. Fill you right up, yeah?”

“I… do you mind if I… use your bathroom while you… look?”

One brow arched and Spike let his gaze rake over the sitting form, smirking at the dribbling shaft the other man sported. “Go ahead, mate. Through the bedroom. But no touching yourself, yeah? Want you just as hard when you come back as you are now.”

Like there was any chance of some other state? Hell, he was in Spike’s apartment, naked and waiting for the blond to fuck him. And okay, so he looked like Angel, but… and that thought wasn’t helping his suddenly flagging erection.

“Spike’s cock in my mouth,” he whispered, gazing at himself in the mirror. “Spike calling me beautiful and wanting to fuck me…” And yeah, that had him perking up.

He turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his heated face before taking a few deep breaths. “Okay. I can do this. I can.”

He opened a few drawers, looking for a hand towel to dry his hands and cheeks and found himself laughing when he saw the unopened tube in the last one. It was obviously left from when Davidoff had been there, but that was fine.

He ended up not bothering with a towel and snatched up the tube before heading back to the living room. “Hey, S… Will! Guess what I found?”

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Bloody hell, the boy was tight. Tight enough that he couldn’t even fit a second finger in for a good five minutes. Then again, if the bloke did this for a living, he probably had some sort of spell on his ass to make it just that tight. And that possibly explained a good bit about the boy’s fee.

“Going to split you open, mate,” he murmured, finally working that second finger into the grasping opening. “Can’t wait to see your pretty hole spread wide around me, taking me in… bloody hell, you’re going to be the tightest thing I’ve ever felt. But you know that, don’t you? And you’re going to love it, yeah? Beg me to give you more, fuck you harder… beg me to do you again and again, until you can’t speak or even think…”

Xander groaned, his fingers tightening on the padded back of the couch as he spread his knees a bit more on the cushions. “Gods… please…” He arched his spine, pressing his ass back on the fingers sliding slowly inside him. “I… Gods, yes… so… good, I…”

Oh, he was definitely going to have to hire this boy again, Spike told himself. He chuckled and crooked his fingers, smirking when the boy suddenly yelped. “Like that, mate? Like it when I touch you there? Like knowing I’m going to find that spot when I’m inside you, ram against it until you’re nothing but a screaming, pleading, desperate thing?”

All he could do was hiss and push back again when he felt a third, then a fourth finger breach him, nodding the entire time. Fucking hell, he’d always known Spike had a way with words, but he’d never even thought about how the blond would sound when his words weren’t insulting and brash. And then those fingers were spreading, twisting, brushing his prostate repeatedly and it was all Xander could do not to come already.

Spike heard the whimper building in the boy’s throat and smirked to himself although he was just as hot for this as the bloke was, body temperature aside. He pulled his fingers from the incredible tightness and took hold of the boy’s hips, lining himself up carefully.

He felt the seeping tip of that amazing shaft resting against him and Xander took a deep breath, holding it as he waited for the first, perfect thrust he knew was coming. But then… “Wh-what…? Why are you…?” he moaned, looking over his shoulder at the frowning vampire.

“Change back for me, mate,” Spike murmured huskily. “Prettier as you were when you got here. That’s the bloke I want to fuck.”

The brunette nodded and swallowed hard, trying not to grin like an idiot. Spike wanted him; wanted to fuck him, not Angel!

It took less than a moment to release the glamour, and he looked back at the blond again, surprised at the way his heart leapt when Spike smiled.

“Oh, yeah, pet… that’s the one.”

His hands gripped tanned hips again, feet shuffling slightly as he shifted just a bit closer and found his position once more. “Going to do you so good, pet… fill you so full of me…” And with that promise barely past his lips, he pressed his slick tip to that tiny, stretched hole, grunting slightly at the resistance that greeted him. “Bloody hell, luv… let me in, let me… fuck, pet, let me in…”

‘Oh… oh, Gods… this is… this is really happening… and he w-wants me as me, and…’

‘Told you,’ his voice said smugly, ‘Now do what the nice vampire said and let him in!’

Xander took one more deep breath, fairly sure that he wouldn’t be able to do so again until after this was finished, and he pushed back, bearing down just a bit as he felt the deep, rough burn of Spike’s head forcing him open. “Oh… Gods…” he whimpered, fingers tighter on the couch-back now. He’d forgotten how it felt… or maybe he’d never felt this way before.

Demons being more common than humans these days, Spike didn’t bother to try holding on to his human face. Instead, he stared lustfully from golden eyes, watching as his thick tip slowly—so very slowly—opened the boy, stretching the tight but flexible sphincter as the bloke moaned and trembled and silently begged for more with the motions of his hips.

“That’s it, pet,” he groaned, licking his lips as he pressed a bit harder, “Doing so good, mate… almost in you, luv… almost there… Ahhh!” He gasped as his head was finally, finally fully encased and the boy’s anus closed tightly over the lip of the bulb, foreskin and all. “B-bloody fuck, pet…”

Gods… so full already and it was just Spike’s tip, and he knew there was so much more to come and somehow the vampire’s cock felt bigger now than it had in his mouth, and… “Now… G-gods, now… d-deeper, Spike… Fuck, yes! Deeper… need this so much, n-need this…”

Spike didn’t notice the soul’s stunned silence; he was too busy trying not to come as he did push deeper, his fingers digging roughly into the boy’s hips while he tried not to stab forward so fast he’d damage him. “Don’t… worry, m-mate… going to… have it… all of it, pet…” His forward press reversed and he pulled back an inch or so, leaving just his tip in the slick, tight heat before surging forward again, slipping himself almost halfway to flush before repeating the motion and sliding in deeper, still. “Yeah, pet… so bloody good…”

And Gods… if this was how Spike took a rented whore, how would he be with someone he cared about? The thought alone was enough to have Xander imagining Angelus naked, just to stave off his own orgasm.

“F-faster,” he begged shakily, “P-please… faster, Spike… G-gods… so… fuck, you’re so…” His back arched hard, neck stretching until he was staring at the ceiling when the vampire answered his plea by snapping his hips roughly forward, driving his full length into Xander’s yearning ass.

Boy wanted faster? Boy was going to get it; especially when it was so in keeping with his own desires.

He shifted a bit closer still, his heavy sac slapping lightly against the bloke’s and God, how he wished it was actually Xander he was fucking… but it wasn’t. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t pretend. Hell, he could pretend with the best of them, and it only made it easier when the bloke was calling his name so wantonly.

One hand released a doubtlessly bruised hip to shift over soft, moist skin until fingers found and wrapped firmly around the boy’s thick cock. “Not going to last much longer, pet,” Spike whispered, his shaft sliding faster, harder, deeper in and out of the willing hole holding him so wonderfully, “been a while since I’ve been in anyone, yeah…? Need you to come with me. Feel you shoot hot and hard over my hand, feel your amazing ass jerking me off, milking me dry… going to take longer next time, luv… fill you so full, over and over, Xan… don’t mind me calling you Xan, right…? Feel me inside you for days, you will…”

“Oh… fucking… Gods…” Xander moaned, Spike’s cock sliding roughly against his prostate now, Spike’s hand stroking him in time, Spike’s lips moving against his ear as Spike’s voice said those wonderful, wicked, wanton words. “G-gonna… F-fuck, please, I…” He gasped, unable to even vocalize anymore as the first edge of a truly staggering orgasm robbed him of breath.

And the boy… the boy!

The boy was rocking back on him, then forward into his fist, and that incredibly tight ass was taking him in and flexing wildly around him, and he could feel the bloke’s heart tripping in triple-time around him, beneath him, in his hand, and…

And he smelled the boy exploding over his fingers, felt him tightening around him, heard him begging wordlessly, moaning roughly; saw that long, browned spine bowing, heaving… tasted the ecstasy in the small slick of sweat on his lips from the boy’s skin, and…

“Xander!” he snarled, hips slamming forward again, then back before driving to flush as he emptied himself in a grunting, shattering moment of purity that he’d never known before, only barely reminding himself somehow that he couldn’t bite, he couldn’t claim… and that this was a rent-boy, after all, even if he’d unexpectedly managed to convince himself otherwise.

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‘Gods… Gods,’ Xander was still babbling on the inside a good five minutes later.

Spike had kept his word and filled him to overflowing. He could feel the slightly cool fluids leaking from him, working slowly around the thick cock still piercing him, and… how could he go back to not having this? How had he ever managed to live without this feeling?

‘Because you didn’t know,’ that voice said, sounding stunned. ‘Fuck, how could you have known? He… and you… fuck! I didn’t know either! And we just… shit, what do we do now?’

‘You’re asking me?’ Xander demanded silently, ‘You were the one who was all ‘have him, have him, at least you’ll have had him once! And once isn’t enough, damn it!’

‘Well, I didn’t know, did I?’ the voice demanded irritably. ‘Who could know he’d be so…’

‘So Spike? So… amazing? Shit! You should have known! Or… or something! And now I’m supposed to walk away and never… never have this again?’

He was almost sobbing inside but he couldn’t let himself. So what if this was the first time he’d felt like… himself… in a good fifteen years? Not like the Magus Prime; not like the guy who had to make the hard choices, but like… Xander Harris. The Xander Harris he’d discovered he was in the year or so before the magic’s lightning had changed him forever.

There was no hope and he knew it.

Sure, Spike wanted him. That much had become clear over the time they’d spent together since he’d shown up at the vampire’s door. But would Spike want the Magus Prime? Could he?

Of course not, Xander answered himself sadly. And why should he? Hell, the vampire had already been tied to lovers with whom he’d come second—or third. He couldn’t imagine Spike wanting that yet again, and… the world would always come first. It had to.

Besides which… wanting Xander didn’t mean that Spike was looking for anything more than a fuck, did it?

No. Of course it didn’t.

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He could almost hear the wheels turning in the boy’s mind, which was almost insulting, considering he still had his cock buried deep inside the bloke’s rectum.

And then the boy sighed and Spike found himself frowning. It hadn’t been a happy sigh, after all, which just meant he’d have to try harder this time.

He levered himself up from the bloke’s back, letting the shifter out of what had to be a truly uncomfortable position, then slapped one palm loudly against a toned ass cheek.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you, mate?” he said, voice sounding smug even as he pulled himself out completely, smirking at the copious dribbles of thick jism that flowed from the boy’s ass with the action. “Not even close, pet.”

Xander blinked as he found himself pulled from the couch and dragged quickly—and unresistingly—to the chair nearby.

He blinked again when the vampire sat down and slouched a good bit before motioning to his still-hard shaft.

“Want you to ride me, luv,” Spike murmured, meeting wide brown eyes with golden ones. “Want to watch you on me, moving slow and sweet… see you getting hotter, pet, more desperate. Want to feel you tight around me, feel that spot inside you that makes you quiver… come on, Xan… can see how much you want it, too. Want me inside you again, making you full instead of empty… could slip right in, luv. Still slick and wet, aren’t you? Won’t be hardly any pain at all, yeah…?”

“Oh… Gods,” was all Xander could say because Spike was right. He did want that. Wanted to see the vampire’s face while he took him in; wanted to watch his eyes while he rode the long, thick cock roughly, softly, fast, slow… wanted to see Spike when the blond finally came so deep in him that he’d think he could taste him…

“Yesssss…” he whispered, his cock already throbbing as he straddled the pale lap and positioned himself. “Yesssss…” he moaned loud and deep as he pressed down, a sharp cry flying from his lips as that cool bliss speared him wickedly.

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“Captain,” Andrew spoke hesitantly into the hexicon sensor, “Have… have you seen him?”

“What?” came the immediate reply, Angel’s voice a little bit cold. He was still annoyed with his Lieutenant for not dusting Spike although a large part of him was actually glad of it. “Gods, don’t tell me he’s out again?”

“I… shit, Captain, it seems like it. He was supposed to be training with Bruja Roja and Mini-She over the magetrix but they say he never showed. His Guard says he went into the Library and didn’t come out, so…”

“Shit. We need to find out how he does that!” Angel growled. “It’s not safe for him to be just… running around. Have you checked the… usual places?”

Andrew rolled his eyes, glad the conhexion wasn’t visual as well as auditory. “Of course, Captain. He’s not at any of his clubs. Should we… I mean, maybe the Magus…”

The Captain sighed and ran the possibilities through his mind.

“Yeah,” he said after another moment, his tone clearly unhappy. “Contact him. I’ll get the usual PB teams ready. Pin-hex us if you hear anything before the Magus gets here. I have no doubt that the PB’s got one of the scanners. He’s too good at avoiding us lately.”

The Lieutenant nodded. “Yes, sir. Uh, and Captain? About what happened with Spi…”

“Leave it alone, Andrew,” Angelus snarled, cutting the other man off quickly. “You made a judgment call, and… you might not have been wrong, okay? Now drop it and find the PB… or rather, contact the Magus Prime and have him find him.”

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