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Dancing
Title: Dancing
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S
Summary: Spike and Xander go dancing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him! Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update (www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)
Authors Note: For darkhavens - thanks for feeding my muse with lovely FB.
***
Xander loved it when they got dressed up and went out together. It was hard, finding some place where nobody would know them, where they could be themselves freely, and without worry.
Spike was driving, of course, and Xander took the opportunity to stare, loving the sight of him. Spike was dressed inht bht black leather pants, a black undershirt, and an electric blue button up. Xander smiled, knowing that Spike had chosen it because it was one of Xander's favorites. Even if it were for the 'poufy' reason that the color matched the vampire's eyes almost exactly.
Spike caught him watching, and growled, snaking out a hand to take hold of his. Their fingers entwined and Xander squeezed at Spike's hand. Grinning when Spike squeezed back.
"Pouf."
"You love it." He accused.
A silent moment before Spike was able to and and look at him, "Yeah."
***
They arrived at the club without incident. The long drive had let Spike's arousal simmer to just under a boil. He studied his boy, the way he moved, the way he carried himself when the others weren't around. Spike loved it. Loved to see the 'real' Xander, rather than the bumbling donut boy everybody else saw.
He'd asked Xander to wear the black jeans, white undershirt, and blue denim button up. And like a good little boy, he had. Spike knew it was cliché, but he loved the 'construction worker' look on his boy. He growled thinking of the first time'd s'd seen Xander wearing that outfit. Just coming in from a long day on the site, sweaty and hot. His body was slick, and as he removed his top shirt, Spike watched mesmerized as Xander's muscles bulged and flexed.
Yeah, it'd always be one of his favorite outfits.
The beat was pulsing through the air, and the floor was crowded, but that was one of the reasons they loved to come here. Just another couple in the crowd, didn't matter who they were. The fact that they'd had to drive down to L.A. to find it, well, as long as it made his Xan happy Spike'd drive down to Mexico if he had to.
Xander grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. They moved together, hands dropping fleeting touches, hips brushing, and eyes never leaving one another's.
Spike was hard, had been hard since before they'd gotten dressed for the evening. Moving closer, he pressed one thigh against Xander's crotch, delighting in the sound of Xander's groan. His boy was humping against his leg to the beat of the drums, and Spike was more than ready to haul him off into a dark corner and have his way. But he knew how much Xander enjoyed their evenings, how much he liked to dance and let himself go. So Spike restrained himself, trying to lose himself in the music before he ended up cumming in his pants.
Then Xander leaned forward, licking his lips suggestively as he moved in. Their mouths collided, as their hips continued to gyrate together, cock to cock. Spike moaned into Xander's mouth when he felt the boy's hands reach around to grab his ass, and massage the rounded cheeks.
They pulled apart, Spike moving forward to whisper in Xander's ear, "Fuck, luv, want you, now!"
Nodding Xander maneuvered them, still dancing, to a corner of the floor with much dimmer lighting. The other men were dancing around them, paying them no mind, Spike made sure of it before taking Xander's mouth again, hard. He knew his boy enjoyed some exhibition, but he'd never push too far.
Spike's hands wandered, their hips still swaying together, both cocks wet and aching. He moved, leaving just enough space between them to slide a hand over Xander's groin and massage the hard bulge.
"Aww, fuck, Spike!" Xander's hips jerked into his hand, and Spike smirked.
"Yeah, luv? Want something?"
Spike laughed as Xander growled low, then grasped Spike's wrist and pulled him toward the back of the club. They were off the floor now and in a dark corner, exactly where Spike wanted them to be. He shook off his own mental restraints and had at Xander with all the lust and passion that had been building since the other man had returned from work that day.
With a quick glance around, Spike moved swiftly to lower the zip of Xander's trousers, releasing his love from the confines of his jeans.
***
Wesley's heart was beating a mile a minute. He'd stepped into this club full of trepidation and anxiety. Wondering what the atmosphere would hold, and whether anyone would be able to tell that he'd not been in a club such as this even once before today.
The moment he'd entered, he'd noticed the couple on the floor. Though only one of many, they'd drawn his eye almost immediately. Dressed almost identically, the men stood out. Black pants, blue button ups, but one wore black beneath and the other wore white. Almost as if they were a set of yin and yang, two separate individuals, opposites in nature, yet together they made a whole.
He watched mesmerized as their bodies undulated against one another, growing harder every second. Lord! What was wrong with him, watching as if he were some sort of peeping tom!
Without conscious thought he moved closer, still on the periphery of the dance floor he was able to make out a few more details. Suddenly the face he'd been watching so closely snapped into place and he gasped, "Xander Harris?!"
His cock jerked, and he longed to put a hand over it to soothe. But no, they were in a public establishment, and he'd more than likely get arrested for lewd behavior. Yet, he couldn't help dropping his arm, letting just the palm of his hand brush lightly over the front of his trousers.
He followed as they moved off the floor and into a dark corner of the room. What was Xander doing here? What was he doing with another man? He'd not thought Xander was gay, yet, here he was doing things in this club with a man. And suddenly Wesley had to know who that man was. Who it was that could so enthrall the boy he'd known just over a year ago. A boy that had obviously been more receptive to the dreams and fantasies that Wesley had secretly harbored than the ex-Watcher could ever have hoped.
He watched as they groped and tasted each other, daring to move closer in hopes of discovering the identity of the other man. As he neared he heard Xander's voice hiss a name that sent tingles up Wesley's spine, "Ssspiike!"
Spike? Could it really be? William the Bloody? What would Xander be doing with a vampire? Good Lord! Had young Xander been turned? Wesley moved ever closer, wondering what the proper procedure would be if the worst proved true. He couldn't very well pull out a stake in the middle of such a densely populated area. And to his chagrin Wesley realized that even if he could, he had neglected to cart a stake along on tonight's adventure.
"Feel good, luv?" Spike asked, nibbling at Xander's neck. Wesley tensed, poised for action. "God, Xan, can hear your heart beating, smell your blood. sweesweet, so delicious."
Well, at least it sounded as if Xander were still in possession of his life, and soul, but for how much longer?
The two of them gyrated together, their groins pressing hard against one another. Both Xander and Spike were groaning, their arousal evident to anyone watching. Neither man could keep their hands from wandering, charting the territory of the other man's body.
Wesley willed his own erection away, but to no avail. Shame burned through him, turning his skin a deep crimson. Biting his lip, he chastised himself for his depravity.
It's no wonder the Council chose to rid themselves of your service! Not only had he made such an impossibly imbecilic mistake as to leave home without a stake, but he stood now openly lusting after a vampire!
Glancing quickly around, he was glad to note that neither he nor his quarry were the focus of any wandering eyes. Turning back to Xander he was close enough to see the boy's tongue dart out and lick a path up Spike's pale throat. The vampire shivered and groaned, causing Wesley's own penis to twitch and grow even firmer.
Wesley's heart was beating rapidly, his breath fast and shallow. He shifted so that he was hidden mostly in the shadows, then looked around one last time. When he was still unable to locate anyone watching them closely enough to warrant any concern, Wesley let his hand drift down to his groin. He cupped himself, biting back a moan at the feel of his own hand against the growing hardness.
They shifted again, this time Spike had his back to the wall, as Xander undulated against him. Their lips were locked in what looked to be a fierce kiss, and good Lord! Spike had Xander's erect penis in one cool hand. As Wesley watched, they broke apart, Xander panting and moaning while Spike slowly sank to his knees.
Wesley unabunable to stop himself from lowering his own zipper and sneaking a warm hand in to touch quivering flesh. Was he really watching this? Was he really seeing Xander before him with one of the most notorious vampires in history taking his hard shaft in one inch at a time?
Wesley couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips as he stroked himself in time to Spike's bobbing head. The groans and murmurs from Xander only spurred on his own imminent orgasm. And soon Wesley was pushing hard into this own fist, his body screaming for release.
Then Spike vamped, and Wesley's cock jerked so hard he stripped the skin almost raw. Xander's head was thrown back and his hands were threaded through Spike's bleached hair. Xander's penis was caged between the vampire's fangs as he sucked and licked at the glistening member.
Wesley dn'dn't take anymore. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wrapped it tightly around the head of his prick. Then he began a faster, tighter stroke until he was crying out and spilling himself into the warm cloth.
When his eyes were able to focus once more, Spike was still on his knees, but it was apparent that Xander had cum.
***
Xander felt completely boneless. Spike had just wrung a spine tingling orgasm out of him, and he currently had no cares left in the world. The fact that all this had occurred in a public club, only a few feet from the next curious man, was only a passing thought.
The feel of Spike's tongue rasping gently against his softening cock made Xander shiver. He loved that Spike spent so much time cleaning him, tasting him, loving him, but he was desperate for his lover's kiss. So he pulled at Spike's sleeves, tugging them up, until the vampire was standing before him, sexy smirk in place.
"Good, luv?"
"Always." Xander whispered before taking Spike's mouth in a sweet kiss. "Thank you." And another kiss. "Love you." Their mouths pressed together again, tongues caressing and exploring.
***
Spike could spend hours, days really, just kissing Xander. He loved the taste and feel of his boy. He lost himself for a bit in the pleasure of it. But his insistent erection made enjoying himself at the moment a little difficult.
Finally he pulled away, grinding his hard-on against Xander's hip and purring his his ear. "Need you, luv." Spike glanced around knowing that for what he had in mind, this place was definitely too crowded.
"Let's get back to the car, Xan. Now!" He growled, pulling Xander along through the dancing hordes.
***
Wesley watched them leave, melancholy seeping in to overrun the satiation he'd fafteafter his orgasm. He wiped at the head of his penis, then threw the handkerchief in a nearby rubbish bin. Had Xander been gay this whole time? Could he have been interested in Wesley's overtures even if he were? Wesley shook his head, knowing the answer was probably a negative.
He headed for the door himself, the club no longer holding any fascination for him tonight. But he'd definitely return next Friday, and hope for another glimpse.
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S
Summary: Spike and Xander go dancing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him! Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update (www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)
Authors Note: For darkhavens - thanks for feeding my muse with lovely FB.
***
Xander loved it when they got dressed up and went out together. It was hard, finding some place where nobody would know them, where they could be themselves freely, and without worry.
Spike was driving, of course, and Xander took the opportunity to stare, loving the sight of him. Spike was dressed inht bht black leather pants, a black undershirt, and an electric blue button up. Xander smiled, knowing that Spike had chosen it because it was one of Xander's favorites. Even if it were for the 'poufy' reason that the color matched the vampire's eyes almost exactly.
Spike caught him watching, and growled, snaking out a hand to take hold of his. Their fingers entwined and Xander squeezed at Spike's hand. Grinning when Spike squeezed back.
"Pouf."
"You love it." He accused.
A silent moment before Spike was able to and and look at him, "Yeah."
***
They arrived at the club without incident. The long drive had let Spike's arousal simmer to just under a boil. He studied his boy, the way he moved, the way he carried himself when the others weren't around. Spike loved it. Loved to see the 'real' Xander, rather than the bumbling donut boy everybody else saw.
He'd asked Xander to wear the black jeans, white undershirt, and blue denim button up. And like a good little boy, he had. Spike knew it was cliché, but he loved the 'construction worker' look on his boy. He growled thinking of the first time'd s'd seen Xander wearing that outfit. Just coming in from a long day on the site, sweaty and hot. His body was slick, and as he removed his top shirt, Spike watched mesmerized as Xander's muscles bulged and flexed.
Yeah, it'd always be one of his favorite outfits.
The beat was pulsing through the air, and the floor was crowded, but that was one of the reasons they loved to come here. Just another couple in the crowd, didn't matter who they were. The fact that they'd had to drive down to L.A. to find it, well, as long as it made his Xan happy Spike'd drive down to Mexico if he had to.
Xander grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. They moved together, hands dropping fleeting touches, hips brushing, and eyes never leaving one another's.
Spike was hard, had been hard since before they'd gotten dressed for the evening. Moving closer, he pressed one thigh against Xander's crotch, delighting in the sound of Xander's groan. His boy was humping against his leg to the beat of the drums, and Spike was more than ready to haul him off into a dark corner and have his way. But he knew how much Xander enjoyed their evenings, how much he liked to dance and let himself go. So Spike restrained himself, trying to lose himself in the music before he ended up cumming in his pants.
Then Xander leaned forward, licking his lips suggestively as he moved in. Their mouths collided, as their hips continued to gyrate together, cock to cock. Spike moaned into Xander's mouth when he felt the boy's hands reach around to grab his ass, and massage the rounded cheeks.
They pulled apart, Spike moving forward to whisper in Xander's ear, "Fuck, luv, want you, now!"
Nodding Xander maneuvered them, still dancing, to a corner of the floor with much dimmer lighting. The other men were dancing around them, paying them no mind, Spike made sure of it before taking Xander's mouth again, hard. He knew his boy enjoyed some exhibition, but he'd never push too far.
Spike's hands wandered, their hips still swaying together, both cocks wet and aching. He moved, leaving just enough space between them to slide a hand over Xander's groin and massage the hard bulge.
"Aww, fuck, Spike!" Xander's hips jerked into his hand, and Spike smirked.
"Yeah, luv? Want something?"
Spike laughed as Xander growled low, then grasped Spike's wrist and pulled him toward the back of the club. They were off the floor now and in a dark corner, exactly where Spike wanted them to be. He shook off his own mental restraints and had at Xander with all the lust and passion that had been building since the other man had returned from work that day.
With a quick glance around, Spike moved swiftly to lower the zip of Xander's trousers, releasing his love from the confines of his jeans.
***
Wesley's heart was beating a mile a minute. He'd stepped into this club full of trepidation and anxiety. Wondering what the atmosphere would hold, and whether anyone would be able to tell that he'd not been in a club such as this even once before today.
The moment he'd entered, he'd noticed the couple on the floor. Though only one of many, they'd drawn his eye almost immediately. Dressed almost identically, the men stood out. Black pants, blue button ups, but one wore black beneath and the other wore white. Almost as if they were a set of yin and yang, two separate individuals, opposites in nature, yet together they made a whole.
He watched mesmerized as their bodies undulated against one another, growing harder every second. Lord! What was wrong with him, watching as if he were some sort of peeping tom!
Without conscious thought he moved closer, still on the periphery of the dance floor he was able to make out a few more details. Suddenly the face he'd been watching so closely snapped into place and he gasped, "Xander Harris?!"
His cock jerked, and he longed to put a hand over it to soothe. But no, they were in a public establishment, and he'd more than likely get arrested for lewd behavior. Yet, he couldn't help dropping his arm, letting just the palm of his hand brush lightly over the front of his trousers.
He followed as they moved off the floor and into a dark corner of the room. What was Xander doing here? What was he doing with another man? He'd not thought Xander was gay, yet, here he was doing things in this club with a man. And suddenly Wesley had to know who that man was. Who it was that could so enthrall the boy he'd known just over a year ago. A boy that had obviously been more receptive to the dreams and fantasies that Wesley had secretly harbored than the ex-Watcher could ever have hoped.
He watched as they groped and tasted each other, daring to move closer in hopes of discovering the identity of the other man. As he neared he heard Xander's voice hiss a name that sent tingles up Wesley's spine, "Ssspiike!"
Spike? Could it really be? William the Bloody? What would Xander be doing with a vampire? Good Lord! Had young Xander been turned? Wesley moved ever closer, wondering what the proper procedure would be if the worst proved true. He couldn't very well pull out a stake in the middle of such a densely populated area. And to his chagrin Wesley realized that even if he could, he had neglected to cart a stake along on tonight's adventure.
"Feel good, luv?" Spike asked, nibbling at Xander's neck. Wesley tensed, poised for action. "God, Xan, can hear your heart beating, smell your blood. sweesweet, so delicious."
Well, at least it sounded as if Xander were still in possession of his life, and soul, but for how much longer?
The two of them gyrated together, their groins pressing hard against one another. Both Xander and Spike were groaning, their arousal evident to anyone watching. Neither man could keep their hands from wandering, charting the territory of the other man's body.
Wesley willed his own erection away, but to no avail. Shame burned through him, turning his skin a deep crimson. Biting his lip, he chastised himself for his depravity.
It's no wonder the Council chose to rid themselves of your service! Not only had he made such an impossibly imbecilic mistake as to leave home without a stake, but he stood now openly lusting after a vampire!
Glancing quickly around, he was glad to note that neither he nor his quarry were the focus of any wandering eyes. Turning back to Xander he was close enough to see the boy's tongue dart out and lick a path up Spike's pale throat. The vampire shivered and groaned, causing Wesley's own penis to twitch and grow even firmer.
Wesley's heart was beating rapidly, his breath fast and shallow. He shifted so that he was hidden mostly in the shadows, then looked around one last time. When he was still unable to locate anyone watching them closely enough to warrant any concern, Wesley let his hand drift down to his groin. He cupped himself, biting back a moan at the feel of his own hand against the growing hardness.
They shifted again, this time Spike had his back to the wall, as Xander undulated against him. Their lips were locked in what looked to be a fierce kiss, and good Lord! Spike had Xander's erect penis in one cool hand. As Wesley watched, they broke apart, Xander panting and moaning while Spike slowly sank to his knees.
Wesley unabunable to stop himself from lowering his own zipper and sneaking a warm hand in to touch quivering flesh. Was he really watching this? Was he really seeing Xander before him with one of the most notorious vampires in history taking his hard shaft in one inch at a time?
Wesley couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips as he stroked himself in time to Spike's bobbing head. The groans and murmurs from Xander only spurred on his own imminent orgasm. And soon Wesley was pushing hard into this own fist, his body screaming for release.
Then Spike vamped, and Wesley's cock jerked so hard he stripped the skin almost raw. Xander's head was thrown back and his hands were threaded through Spike's bleached hair. Xander's penis was caged between the vampire's fangs as he sucked and licked at the glistening member.
Wesley dn'dn't take anymore. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wrapped it tightly around the head of his prick. Then he began a faster, tighter stroke until he was crying out and spilling himself into the warm cloth.
When his eyes were able to focus once more, Spike was still on his knees, but it was apparent that Xander had cum.
***
Xander felt completely boneless. Spike had just wrung a spine tingling orgasm out of him, and he currently had no cares left in the world. The fact that all this had occurred in a public club, only a few feet from the next curious man, was only a passing thought.
The feel of Spike's tongue rasping gently against his softening cock made Xander shiver. He loved that Spike spent so much time cleaning him, tasting him, loving him, but he was desperate for his lover's kiss. So he pulled at Spike's sleeves, tugging them up, until the vampire was standing before him, sexy smirk in place.
"Good, luv?"
"Always." Xander whispered before taking Spike's mouth in a sweet kiss. "Thank you." And another kiss. "Love you." Their mouths pressed together again, tongues caressing and exploring.
***
Spike could spend hours, days really, just kissing Xander. He loved the taste and feel of his boy. He lost himself for a bit in the pleasure of it. But his insistent erection made enjoying himself at the moment a little difficult.
Finally he pulled away, grinding his hard-on against Xander's hip and purring his his ear. "Need you, luv." Spike glanced around knowing that for what he had in mind, this place was definitely too crowded.
"Let's get back to the car, Xan. Now!" He growled, pulling Xander along through the dancing hordes.
***
Wesley watched them leave, melancholy seeping in to overrun the satiation he'd fafteafter his orgasm. He wiped at the head of his penis, then threw the handkerchief in a nearby rubbish bin. Had Xander been gay this whole time? Could he have been interested in Wesley's overtures even if he were? Wesley shook his head, knowing the answer was probably a negative.
He headed for the door himself, the club no longer holding any fascination for him tonight. But he'd definitely return next Friday, and hope for another glimpse.