Treasures

Fandom: Btvs
Pairing: Spike / Xander
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Slight Non con.
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: MichMichelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: Not mine, (dammit pouts, stamps foot) they belong to Joss.

Notes: This is a sequel to Eatenbyweasels awesome story Cold Cocked. I couldn’t resist and I hope somebody out there likes this. A huge thank you to Michelle for the beta, and hugs and snuggles to Ebw for liking it too.
If you would like to read Cold Cocked its been sent to the Island library but I’m not sure if its been processed yet (Pokes Sofy) heheehe.

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Treasures

Xander Harris stumbled the last few steps into his home, weariness etched in deep lines on his handsome face. His dark hair had been flattened by the hardhat he’d worn for what seemed like 24 hours in the boiling sun. All he wanted was a long, cool drink, followed by a shower and then some quality time with the TV or his hand, whichever.

Throwing his keys onto the kitchen counter, he shambled to the sink and grabbed a glass, filling it with tap water and guzzling it down. Feeling marginally better he trudged to the shower, shedding his clothes as he went. By the time he stepped under the spray and felt the blessed hot water sluicing away the grime of the day, he was in heaven.

He never noticed the door open, or the vampire that took up lounging against the doorjamb. Xander lifted his arms, tanned skin glowing in the dim light, water running over the hard planes of his body, showcasing the hard-earned muscles. Spike licked his lips; this was going to be good. The boy had always tickled his senses, all dark hair and wounded eyes, a “come fuck me” body that bent and twisted in all the right ways. Or so he had seen on the nights when he’d feigned sleep in the old basement, cock twitching against the harsh denim of his jeans as Anya rode the lad into orgasm after orgasm. He wanted, and he was damn well gonna get the boy.

Quietly, Spike retreated, unerringly finding his way around the apartment. The vampire knew all too well where Xander hid his treasures. He was evil, after all, and it always paid to know your victim’s little hiding places. One by one he took what he needed and filled the pack he carried with Xander’s favourite things: the Babylon 5 commemorative plates, the autographed photo of Captain Archer in full uniform, an old tricorder, the never been opened boxes of Star Wars action figures, and his collection of Star Wars DVD’s. Xander’s most prized possessions he took into the kitchen, opening the plastic covers and placing them in the microwave. The rest he took to the window, and, leaning outside secured it from the hook placed in the wall expressly for this purpose.

The water in the shower stopped and Spike jumped back, quickly scooting over and taking his place on the bench beside the microwave. He set the auto timer funn onn on the microwave, allowing himself 5 mins before it was due to turn itself on and waited. Sure enough moments later Xander walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, staring daggers at the vampire. The towel tied around his lean hips slipped slightly, and he fumbled to secure it while he stuttered in outrage.

“Spike, what the hell are you doing here?” he snarled.

“Now, now, pup, is that anyway to welcome a friend?” Spike smiled back, leaning against the counter and folding his arms. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the timer tick down.

“Friends, is that what you think we are? Your even more demented than I thought.” He paused briefly. “Get out.”

“No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that, Xan.” Spike smiled wider as the towel tried again to slip off Xander’s hips.

“Has all that bleach fried your brain, Spike? I want you out. So out!” Xander started to move toward Spike, but the vampire held up his hands, fending him off.

“No in fact, I won’t be getting out. I’ll be getting in, actually,” he drawled.

Xander slapped a hand over his eyes. This was not how he wanted to start his weekend. Arguing with the semi-evil undead was the last thing on his list, if it was even on the list.

“Getting in what, Spike?”

“Your arse mate.” The vampire grinned, it wasn’t subtle, but subtlety never got you laid as far as he knew.

Xander’s jaw dropped so far he thought he’d disconnected it. His brain was flailing about trying to organise his words enough so he could speak. And his cock was twitching with what could only be called interest.

* Stupid dick, it hasn’t been that long. Surely you’re not desperate enough to be interested in Spike. He’s a guy, a really good looking guy, with a really hot body, and oh my god…stop that, you are not interested in Spike… go down damnit…think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts…Giles in a pink polka dot bikini…oooh…stop that….rats…oh God, I’m doomed. Joyce, no not Joyce, don’t go there Xander, umm Oz , nope that’s not gonna do it. Ok time to pull out the big guns. Principal Snyder. Right there we go, everything’s under control again. *

Spike watched Xander’s mental debate with great interest, the way the boy froze, the glazed look that crossed his eyes. He hadn’t missed the surge of pheromones that wafted in his direction, or the twitch from beneath the damp towel. S’s s’s smile grew wider as Xander seemed to collect himself enough to respond.

“No, no, and a thousand times a thousand no’s. Never gonna happen Spike. What ever made you think I’d let you f…, do that to me.” Xander held onto his towel tightly as he yelled.

“Well, I’m glad you asked, mate. Blackmail, basically.” Spike leaned back, laughing inwardly as Xander gaped again.

“Blackmail?”

“Yeah.” Spike turned slightly, laying his arm over the microwave. “You see, it aomesomes down to a choice. Either you let me bugger you silly, or I nuke your precious collection of Star Wars DVD’s.”

“What…” Xander stared at the microwave. The timer was blinking as it made its way down to the last minute. He glared at the vampire. “I am so going to kill you, you bastard.”

Spike smirked “Already dead, Xan.”

Xander’s face was a picture of offended virtue, complete with blush that had Spike’s fingers twitching to touch. All that lovely blood pumping under the tanned skin. The vampire forced himself back to the task at hand.

“I’ll stake you, and then I’ll stake your ashes, you undead freak.”

“Come on Xan, clock’s ticking, so to speak.” The microwave timer hit 60 seconds and Xander leaned forward.

“What’s to stop me from just pushing you out of the way and rescuing my DVD’s?”

“Xan, pet. Do you really think this is the only thing I’ve taken?” Spike drawled, smiling at the comprehension that dawned on Xander’s face.

“Fuck.”

“That’d be the point, mate. You bend over and let me have my wicked way with you, and I’ll give you back your valuables.”

Stunned silence fell over the room.

“Ooh, look pet, only 10 seconds left.”

Xander paled. “ Damn you Spike.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Xander remained silent as Spike touched the pause button on the microwave. The countdown stopped on one and flashed on and off as the vampire moved to the human and turned him toward the kitchen table.

“Bend over this, then, love.” Xander shot him an anxious glance over his shoulder as he leaned down till his chest rested on the cool wooden surface. Spike’s hand met Xander’s skin between the boy’s shoulder blades, causing tremors to chase down his spine. The other hand went to the towel’s knot on Xander’s hip, quickly twisting it out of the way and dropping the damp material on the floor. The vampire leant against his prize, grinding his denim-covered cock against the revealed naked flesh. At the gasp that followed, Spike leaned down to nuzzle at Xander’s ear, letting his clothed body drape over the naked man’s back.

“Never done this before, have you, pet? For all your demon bint’s playing, I bet you’ve never had the real thing.” Spike flexed his hips and nudged hard against Xander’s butt, earning another gasp. He watched the rewarding blush that spread from Xander’s face to the back of his neck.

“Well, young padwan, you will learn the ways of the force. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be worthy of a jedi master.”

“So help me God if you say,’ use the force Luke’, I’ll...,” Xander threatened.

“You’ll what, pet?” Spike licked the shell of Xander’s ear. “Spread your leg’s and moan like a bitch in heat?”

Spike rocked against Xander’s butt, smiling as the human bucked back against him.

“That’s it, pet, might as well give in and enjoy the ride.”


Xander’s hands gripped the sides of the table as Spike’s hands started to stroke him. Spike gently but firmly ran his hands down the smooth skin from shoulder to hip, soothing and alarming the human at the same time. Xander gasped as Spike moved away, lifting from the table and turned his head. He heard a throaty chuckle from behind him, overlaid by the sound of rustling as Spike shed his clothes. The thud of a cupboard door opening and closing made him rise up higher, just in time to see Spike take a bottle of olive oil from the top shelf. The vampire grinned at the expression on his captive’s face, moving quickly to stroke a hand over Xander’s shoulders, guiding him back down onto the tables smooth surface.

“Spike?”

Xander panicked a little as a rock hard cock slid up his crack to settle comfortably between his cheeks.

“Relax, Xander, use the force.” Spike chuckled as Xander squeaked indignantly. He quietly he popped the top on the bottle and spilled some onto the tanned back; the oil warmed on Xander’s skin and flowed in tiny rivers down to his crack. The human wriggled at the slick sensation, and Spike smirked as his cock was well and truly coated.

He dipped his fingers into the pool that formed in the small of Xander’s back and trailed them towards his pucker. Xander stiffened as a single finger breached him, his body rigid under Spike until another slick hand reached around to cup his half hard prick. Xander bit his lip, trying to stifle his moan as Spike’s hand expertly pumped his cock. The finger in his ass slid all the way in and then out again, followed by another finger. Xander’s hands clutched the table, knuckles white as two fingers became three, stretching, pull ope opening him up.

“You know, pet, I always thought Han would’ve been better off fucking young Luke than his twin sister. You know that Wookies are actually a type of demon don’t you?”

“Don’t, fuck it, Spike, can we just try to get this over with already.”

“Do or do not, there is not try.” Spike snickered and lined his cock up with Xander’s stretched entrance.

“And will you quit it with the Star Wars quotes.”

“Anything you say, pet.” Carefully he pushed inside, toes curling at the searing heat, until he was fully seated. Spike breathed, not something he normally had to do, but damnit he really needed to. He’d totally forgotten how hot humans could be, and Xander was scorching. Underneath him Xander was shaking, Spike laid a gentle kiss on the young man’s , wh, whispering in his ear.

“Oh, Xanpet, you are a treasure, aren’t you. All hot, blood thumping through your veins, squeezing me, making me wish I never had to leave this.”

“Christ, Spike.” Xander panted. “Will you fucking move before I kill you?”

A chuckle erupted behind Xander’s ear as Spike pulled back, the bulbous head of his cock almost emerging from the tight ring of muscle, before he slammed back into his conquest. Xander gasped as a lightening storm of colours broke and washed before his eyes. The vampire started a hard rhythm, fucking Xander with long harsh strokes. Thele sle squealed across the floor with the force of their rutting, making them momentarily lose their footing. But vamp speed and accuracy while fucking was phenomenal, and they ended up with the table jammed up against the counter without Spike losing a single stroke.

Xander’s breath hitched as he was humped hard and fast, his cock palmed in time with Spike’s thrusts. He felt like he was winding tighter and tighter, his toes stiff on the floor, hips canted for maximum penetration, drool and sweat dripping onto the smooth timber. Suddenly he felt he could go no further. Spike was hitting something inside him on every stroke, and an almost unbearable pleasure rolled through his body, tightening the screws even further. Spike seemed to recognise the signs and sped up his pace, one hand still pumping Xander’s cock as the other reached up to tangle in the dark strands of silky hair.

“Oh yeah, you know what I want. Come, pet.” Spike pulled back Xander’s head, leaning forward to drag his fangs over the tender skin of his neck.

“Oh fuck, gonna…,” Xander wailed as bright pinpricks of pain focused his body, causing him to buck into a blinding orgasm. Spike gasped and rode the wildly twisting man, his cock grasped in a velvet vice as Xander surrendered to his desire. The vampire’s own orgasm built exquisitely as he pounded into the shuddering body beneath him, blood dripping from his fangs as he howled his release to the silent walls.

They lay in a huddled heap, half on and half off the table, until Spike gathered himself enough to scoop Xander up into his arms and carry him to bedroom. They fell onto the bed, Xander flat on his back and Spike comfortably on top of him. Xander cracked an eye open and glared at the vampire covering him.

“You better hold up your end of the deal, Spike.” Xander yawned.

“Are you implying I’m not a vampire of my word?” Spike snuggled into Xander’s heat, smiling as strong arms encircled his waist.

“Hell yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if you never return my belongings.”

“I find your lack of faith disturbing, pet.” Spike couldn’t help it; he loved those movies almost as much as Xander did.

The smile that twitched on Xander’s lips was forced away quickly.

“I wouldn’t put it past you to keep blackmailing me. Spike.”

“You don’t sound too concerned about the idea.” Spike looked Xander straight in the eye, amused at the man’s candour.

“Strangely enough, I’m not. Go figure, seems like it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” Xander’s arms squeezed Spike lightly.

“I knew you’d come over to the dark side, Xan.” Spike laughed as Xander groaned and slapped weakly at him.

“Shut up and go to sleep, Spike.”

The end