The Evil of Wishing
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,034
Reviews:
2
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Evil of Wishing
Title: The Evil of Wishing
Pairing: S/S
Rating: NC 17 baby!
Disclaimer: Not mine, still working on that!
Feedback: Is like a drug!
Summary: Xander makes a wish
A/N: Originally written for zus as a bribe.
They were arguing again. For the past week shouts could be heard from the outside of the apartment building. Xander didn't want Spike to be in his apartment and Spike didn't want to be there. Unfortunatly, Buffy decided that this was the way it was going to be regardless of whether they liked it or not.
"You know what Spike? I wish you'd go fuck yourself!"
Xander grabbed his coat and keys and stormed out of the apartment. He didn't have a clue where he was going but any place was better than being stuck in the apartment with Spike.
Spike looked at the apartment door as it slammed behind Xanders retreating form and smiled.
"If I could do that, I wouldn't have needed Dru, now would I?"
Smirking at his own cleverness, Spike stripped off his shirt and headed for the bathroom to shower. It was one of the only things he liked about his new living arrangements - hot water.
After a long hot soak under the spray, Spike got out and dried off. He made sure to leave the damp towel on the floor - he was evil after all - and then walked naked back to his room/closet. To say he was shocked to see himself lying on the bed was an understatement.
"Bloody Hell! Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?"
"Your bed? Sorry, but this is my bed. And why are you naked and wearing my face?"
They both looked at each other and rolled their eyes. They were in Sunnydale, living on top of the hellmouth, of course this would happen.
"You plan on gettin' dressed? Not that I mind the view, I am a sexy bugger after all."
Spike snorted at his double and reached for his jeans. Before he stepped into them he remembered the last thing Xander had said to him before he had stormed out. He lookt hit his double again and leered.
"Well, Harris did say he wished I would go fuck myself. Maybe I should seeing as you're here an' all."
The Spike on the bed smirked at him and lifted the sheet.
"Would be a shame to waste an opportunity."
"I like the way you think mate."
Spike jumped into bed and pinned himself to the matress. Getting past the initial wierdness of the situation he kissed his double and ground his erection into his hip. The other Spike moaned into his mouth and rolled them over so that he was now on top.
"So, which way do we do this? Top or bottom?"
"Top. Harris clearly said I should go 'fuck' myself, not go get 'fucked by' myself. That puts me on top."
The other Spike seemed to consider this and then nodded. He liked it just as well either way. They went back to kissing and rolling around in the bed.
Xander got a block away from the apartment and pulled over. He sat in the car for a while trying to calm down. This was insane, he was running away from home and sitting in his car while Spike was back at the apartment. The apartment with the cable TV, the plentiful snack foods and the ice cold beer. He decided to hell with this and drove back to the apartment.
As soon as He opened the door he heard it. The unmistakable sounds of sex. Xander was furious. Livid. Who the hell was in his apartment? If Spike invited some nasty demon into his home just so he could get laid, he was going to dust him. Of course it could be Buffy, or Anya, and that was SO not helping.
Xander pushed open the door to his storage closet - also known as Spikes bedroom - and peered in. He was ready to see alot of things, his ex fiance, Buffy, some skanky vampire ho' or assorted other demon, but this? This was so unexpected that he could do nothing but stand there and gape at them.
Spike had no idea that Xander was watching. He was much to busy pounding his double into the matress. To say he was a good shag was an outright lie. He was bloody fantastic shag! All those years of Angelus riding his ass suddenly made alot more sense.
Xander was still watching them, he didn't want to, but it was like looking at an accident, you couldn't turn away no matter how much you wanted to. He wasn't turned on by this. No way. Uh uh. That tent in his pants had nothing to do with the sight of all that pale smooth flesh in front of him. It had nothing to do with how his eyes were focused on watching Spikes cock disappear into his doubles ass.
Xander didn't realize he was rubbing himself through his pants until he heard himself moan softly. He jerked away from the door with a start. He was NOT turned on by that! He couldn't be. He hated Spike. Didn't he? The hard on he was sporting seemed to think otherwise.
He peeked back into the bedroom. They were still fucking. Spike and Spike were kissing. It looked very hot. Xander couldn't help himself, he slowly unzipped his pants and reached inside. He started to stroke himself in time with the vampires coupling. He knew this was wrong. So very wrong. But it was the hottest thing he had ever seen and he really needed to cum now.
Both Spikes scented the pheremones in the air and knew instantly that they had an audience. Neither one cared at the time. If Xander wanted to get his yaya's watching them shag, that was fine with them. Black mail material was always appreciated. Besides that, the boy wasn't hard on the eyes when he was out of those loud clothes of his. If his double stuck around maybe they could get him in on a threesome.
Xander was so close to cumming now it was almost painful. He watched as first one and then the other Spike went to game-face. When they bit each other and cried out in ecstacy, Xander spilled across his hand and backed away from the door.
Spike rolled off his twin and stretched out on the bed beside him. He licked his lips and then reached for his smokes. After lighting two and handing one off to his bedmate he smirked.
"So, pet. Was it good for you too?"
"No complaints here, mate. You think Shaggy enjoyed the show?"
"Can smell that he did, can't you?"
The other Spike just grinned.
Xander was in the shower washing away the evidence of his brief foray into voyeurism. He was still in shock over what he'd seen and the worst was, it was all his fault. When would he ever learn not to make wishes? He dated a vengeance demon for Gods sake! Wishes were bad things! Evil evil things, that apparently gave you gay thoughts!
The End
Pairing: S/S
Rating: NC 17 baby!
Disclaimer: Not mine, still working on that!
Feedback: Is like a drug!
Summary: Xander makes a wish
A/N: Originally written for zus as a bribe.
They were arguing again. For the past week shouts could be heard from the outside of the apartment building. Xander didn't want Spike to be in his apartment and Spike didn't want to be there. Unfortunatly, Buffy decided that this was the way it was going to be regardless of whether they liked it or not.
"You know what Spike? I wish you'd go fuck yourself!"
Xander grabbed his coat and keys and stormed out of the apartment. He didn't have a clue where he was going but any place was better than being stuck in the apartment with Spike.
Spike looked at the apartment door as it slammed behind Xanders retreating form and smiled.
"If I could do that, I wouldn't have needed Dru, now would I?"
Smirking at his own cleverness, Spike stripped off his shirt and headed for the bathroom to shower. It was one of the only things he liked about his new living arrangements - hot water.
After a long hot soak under the spray, Spike got out and dried off. He made sure to leave the damp towel on the floor - he was evil after all - and then walked naked back to his room/closet. To say he was shocked to see himself lying on the bed was an understatement.
"Bloody Hell! Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?"
"Your bed? Sorry, but this is my bed. And why are you naked and wearing my face?"
They both looked at each other and rolled their eyes. They were in Sunnydale, living on top of the hellmouth, of course this would happen.
"You plan on gettin' dressed? Not that I mind the view, I am a sexy bugger after all."
Spike snorted at his double and reached for his jeans. Before he stepped into them he remembered the last thing Xander had said to him before he had stormed out. He lookt hit his double again and leered.
"Well, Harris did say he wished I would go fuck myself. Maybe I should seeing as you're here an' all."
The Spike on the bed smirked at him and lifted the sheet.
"Would be a shame to waste an opportunity."
"I like the way you think mate."
Spike jumped into bed and pinned himself to the matress. Getting past the initial wierdness of the situation he kissed his double and ground his erection into his hip. The other Spike moaned into his mouth and rolled them over so that he was now on top.
"So, which way do we do this? Top or bottom?"
"Top. Harris clearly said I should go 'fuck' myself, not go get 'fucked by' myself. That puts me on top."
The other Spike seemed to consider this and then nodded. He liked it just as well either way. They went back to kissing and rolling around in the bed.
Xander got a block away from the apartment and pulled over. He sat in the car for a while trying to calm down. This was insane, he was running away from home and sitting in his car while Spike was back at the apartment. The apartment with the cable TV, the plentiful snack foods and the ice cold beer. He decided to hell with this and drove back to the apartment.
As soon as He opened the door he heard it. The unmistakable sounds of sex. Xander was furious. Livid. Who the hell was in his apartment? If Spike invited some nasty demon into his home just so he could get laid, he was going to dust him. Of course it could be Buffy, or Anya, and that was SO not helping.
Xander pushed open the door to his storage closet - also known as Spikes bedroom - and peered in. He was ready to see alot of things, his ex fiance, Buffy, some skanky vampire ho' or assorted other demon, but this? This was so unexpected that he could do nothing but stand there and gape at them.
Spike had no idea that Xander was watching. He was much to busy pounding his double into the matress. To say he was a good shag was an outright lie. He was bloody fantastic shag! All those years of Angelus riding his ass suddenly made alot more sense.
Xander was still watching them, he didn't want to, but it was like looking at an accident, you couldn't turn away no matter how much you wanted to. He wasn't turned on by this. No way. Uh uh. That tent in his pants had nothing to do with the sight of all that pale smooth flesh in front of him. It had nothing to do with how his eyes were focused on watching Spikes cock disappear into his doubles ass.
Xander didn't realize he was rubbing himself through his pants until he heard himself moan softly. He jerked away from the door with a start. He was NOT turned on by that! He couldn't be. He hated Spike. Didn't he? The hard on he was sporting seemed to think otherwise.
He peeked back into the bedroom. They were still fucking. Spike and Spike were kissing. It looked very hot. Xander couldn't help himself, he slowly unzipped his pants and reached inside. He started to stroke himself in time with the vampires coupling. He knew this was wrong. So very wrong. But it was the hottest thing he had ever seen and he really needed to cum now.
Both Spikes scented the pheremones in the air and knew instantly that they had an audience. Neither one cared at the time. If Xander wanted to get his yaya's watching them shag, that was fine with them. Black mail material was always appreciated. Besides that, the boy wasn't hard on the eyes when he was out of those loud clothes of his. If his double stuck around maybe they could get him in on a threesome.
Xander was so close to cumming now it was almost painful. He watched as first one and then the other Spike went to game-face. When they bit each other and cried out in ecstacy, Xander spilled across his hand and backed away from the door.
Spike rolled off his twin and stretched out on the bed beside him. He licked his lips and then reached for his smokes. After lighting two and handing one off to his bedmate he smirked.
"So, pet. Was it good for you too?"
"No complaints here, mate. You think Shaggy enjoyed the show?"
"Can smell that he did, can't you?"
The other Spike just grinned.
Xander was in the shower washing away the evidence of his brief foray into voyeurism. He was still in shock over what he'd seen and the worst was, it was all his fault. When would he ever learn not to make wishes? He dated a vengeance demon for Gods sake! Wishes were bad things! Evil evil things, that apparently gave you gay thoughts!
The End