Impersonating Spike

Xander unconsciously looked at the clock again. Only two minutes had passed, even though it felt like hours had gone by. He glanced at the brown paper bag sitting like a temptation beside the bedroom door. His eyes fell on the television, watching but not really seeing the images as they danced across the screen. He stretched out on the couch flexing tensed muscles, waiting reluctantly for the knock on the door.

Three weeks had passed since his proposition was accepted. Three weeks since he'd begun toying with his darker side. The side that would allow him to do the things he'd only thought of in fantasies. The first week it happened only once. Surprised he'd had the balls to go through with it, it was more experimental than anything. The second week was worse. Twice. A little more each time and Xander felt the addiction pulling at him from the inside. By the third week, he thought about it, wanted it and craved it to the point of spending his day desperately waiting to make the phone call. Now came the hard part. The waiting. Four nights already this week and his body was anticipating, his cock swollen and anxious.

He jumped to attention and made it to the door in three seconds flat when he heard the rap tap tap of knuckles. He attempted several deep breaths, his heart pounding through his chest. Tonight would be different. Tonight would be the night he'd never forget. Gripping the knob, he swung the door open. Blond hair, blue eyes and that evil smirk. How could a simple look reduce a man to puddles of goo?

"You gonna invite me in?"

Xander stared at the figure leaning against the door jam, arms crossed in front of him, duster draping the long, lean body.

"You know you don't really need an invite."

The Gothlar demon smiled. "Your game. I figured If you're gonna play, might as well do it right."

The boy shook his head, eyeing the appearance of the shape shifter in full Spike attire and stepped back.

"Okay, I invite you in."

The demon stepped inside, headed directly for the sofa, plopped down and reached for the remote. Xander closed the door and stepped toward his visitor, snatching the object out of his hand.

He pushed the power button off and scowled. "I'm not paying for you to watch my tv!"

The demon shrugged. "Alright then. Let's bloody well get on with it."

A surprised expression appeared on Xander's face and he stared at the demon for a long minute. "You've been doing your homework. I think you've got Spike down to a T."

The gothlar shrugged. "'S my job, innit?"

Xander's tone changed immediately. "Okay, well...I guess we could pick up where we left off?"

The demon stood up and nodded in anticipation as Xander's hands traveled to his pants, unbuttoning his snap and slowly pulling each tooth of his zipper down. He reached inside the waistband of his boxers and gripped his erection, pulling it out. "I think we were here somewhere," he answered, motioning toward his cock.

The blue eyes dilated and the demon slowly licked his lips. It only took seconds before he was on his knees, his mouth full of Xander's cock.

Xander's head flung back as he felt the lips pulling him inside, the expert tongue sliding along the slit and circling around his swollen head. He wrapped his fingers through hair softer than it actually appeared and pulled in time to the rhythm of the bobbing head. Xander looked back down and watched his shaft disappearing, wet suction surrounding him as sharp cheekbones hollowed with each pull.

He moaned deep as his legs began to give out and he quickly found the couch to fall back on. The demon settled himself between Xander's knees, working the throbbing flesh as he fondled the heavy sacks between his fingers.

Almost incoherent, Xander managed a couple of breathy words, pointing toward the plain brown bag in the corner. "Want to try," a moan, "something different..."

The demon arched his brow and looked up long enough to eye the bag. He shuffled over and grabbed it, returning quickly to the couch. His hands moved inside, searching the objects. He extracted a large bottle of lube, a medium sized dildo and a black, leather cockring.

"Hmmm. Looks to me like someone has a bit of a kink?"

"Shut up, Spike," he mumbled, then bit his lip when he realized what he'd said.

"Spike it is, mate. What you paid for, right?" he answered with a cocky grin. "So who are these for then?" he asked, motioning toward the toys.

"Well, I was thinking... I guess I'm kinda ready to..." Xander shrugged, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "You know..."

"Can't do it if you can't say it."

Xander sighed. "Alright. I want you to fuck me, okay? But I've never, I mean I'm kind of..."

"Good idea, this," the gothlar answered, holding up the dildo. "Give you a good stretching, get you ready."

Xander looked down, a slight blush spreading over his skin. "Maybe we could go into the bedroom?"

"Your fantasy, mate. I'm just along for the ride."

The demon kneeled back on his feet, allowing enough room for Xander to stand up and then followed him into the bedroom. He dropped the items onto the bed and slowly began stripping his clothes off.

"Wait," Xander said. "I wanna watch."

Another raise of his eyebrow and the demon cautiously slid out of his duster, lifted his t-shirt over his head and fumbled at his belt buckle. He caught the lustful look as Xander wiggled out of his own clothes, keeping his eyes focused on the blond the entire time. He finally joined Xander on the bed, crawling up beside him, tracing along his stomach and making circles with his fingers down to his weeping cock.

"So, you want to be fucked by a demon, huh? How long's this been going on?" he asked, fisting the hardened flesh.

Xander shuddered. "I don't know. Didn't really realize it until I heard about you and what you could do. Impersonating people and stuff. I guess I've just kinda always wondered..."

"Wondered what it would be like to have a cock inside your ass? Or wondered what it would be like to have Spike's cock?"

The boy began to pant and closed his eyes.

"Not answering then. Hmmm... You know what happens when little boys don't do as they're told?"

Xander frowned but remained silent.

"They don't get to come." The cockring was found and quickly slid onto the throbbing penis, the strap pushed between and snapped to separate sensitive testicles.

"Mmmm... that's better." The demon's finger slid gently, barely touching the purple straining head of Xander's cock.

He moaned deeply, closing his eyes again, fully accepting that he was beginning to loose himself inside the fantasy. "Just you, Spike. I want to feel you inside me."

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

The bed dipped and Xander felt the demon's weight shift. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. Before long, he felt a slick, cold stickiness dripping down the crack of his ass.

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, realizing what was about to happen.

"Don't worry, mate. You'll be good and ready by the time I slide in."

Xander took a huge breath and tried to relax. He felt the tip of the dildo searching his asshole, rubbing up and down and smoothing the lube around his hole. Finally, the correct spot was found causing Xander to cry out as he was breeched. His ass burned and tightened trying to force the violating object out.

"Easy, pet. Relax."

His muscles finally unclenched, obeying the slithering English accent and opened to the intrusion.

"MMfftt," was all Xander could manage when the long, hard object was finally pushed completely inside.

"Oh, yeah. Gonna stretch you real good so you can take my cock... Can't wait to come inside that tight ass. "

"Fuck, yes." The human reached for his own erection and began long, steady strokes.

"You're so fucking hot, Harris."

The demon watched the object easing in and out of the small orifice and gripped his own cock, fisting in time to the motions of the dildo. He twisted the knob on the end and smiled when Xander arched off the bed.

"Holy hell!" he screamed, as the dildo began vibrating inside his body.

The demon smiled and began increasing speed, watching as Xander's cock swelled further, constricted by the cockring strangling it.

"Next time you can fuck me. Would you like that?"

"God, Spike… stop talking and fuck me already."

With an evil chuckle, not needing to be asked twice, the demon pulled the fake cock from the boy's body, tossing it over the edge of the bed. He moved around to kneel between Xander's spread legs, pulling the other man's hips up onto his thighs. The whimpered moans he received made his mouth water and his cock jump in anticipation. He rose onto his knees, grabbing Xander's legs, pushing them toward his chest. He eyed the hole waiting for him, leaking with lube, puckered pretty and pink.

Xander gasped. "Can you vamp?"

The blue eyes widened in confusion.

"I want to be fucked by a vampire. Can you actually do that?"

With growled excitement, the demon shifted, his tongue running over sharp fangs. The action caused Xander to moan and thrust his hips toward the vampire's cock. With a push, he was filled completely.

"Oh fuck! God that's... ahh it hurts... but don't stop!" he begged as the cock began thrusting into him.

"Fucking bloody hell, Harris!"

The vampire grabbed Xander's hands, pulling his body up so he was fully seated in his lap. He gripped the gyrating hips, helping as Xander began riding him. Xander began lifting himself up and then lowering with force until the vampire's balls were flush against his ass. When he found himself fully lost to his fantasy, Xander tilted his head back, offering the long, stretched curve of his neck.

"Do it."

The vampire growled as he pulled the snaps and freed Xander's cock from the ring.

Xander groaned when he felt the vampire's tongue trace the pulse point in his neck and rammed harder onto the cock inside his body. He allowed a fang to brush against the skin, nipping it slightly. A bead of blood welted up, breaking through the surface.

"I'm gonna come! Do it!"

The vampire opened his jaw wider around the skin and bit deep. He moaned as Xander screamed out and began convulsing, riding out the orgasm spasming throughout his body. The demon came hard as soon as the muscles tightened around his cock and he forced himself away from the human's neck, licking the wound clean. Xander whined as the demon pulled out of his body and laid him back onto the bed. He watched as the human guise emerged and he took a deep breath, eyeing the demon.

"That's it then. Satisfied customer?"

"Mmmm... ," Xander answered lazily, lids halfway shut. "Money's on the table by the couch. Lock the door when you go, okay?"

The demon nodded and left the boy to doze, dressed quickly and made his way back to the living room. He glanced at the money lying just where Xander said it would be and passed by it on his way out, locking the door behind him.

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The next night, Xander found himself at the Magic Box, staring at the endless pile of books on the table. "Giles," he whined," tell me again why we all have to be here."

The older man pulled his glasses from his face and sighed in exasperation. "For heaven's sake, Xander. If you're not going be productive, go find something else to do."

Xander smiled, purposely avoiding Spike, who was sitting across from him on the stairs, picking at his fingernails.

"I'm outta here," he announced cheerfully, hopping from his seat, heading toward the door.

He made it outside and leaned against the wall, taking in a deep breath. It was getting harder to uphold his composure each time he was around the vampire, more so after what had happened last night. If Spike ever found out about his obsession...

"Still hanging around I see?"

Xander jumped in surprise.

"Spike."

"Waiting for anyone in particular?"

Xander gulped, trying not to think the unthinkable. Large hands gripping him, a cock buried inside, a voice...Spike's voice low and sultry. "Huh?"

The vampire moved closer, leaning beside him, their bodies almost touching. "Funny thing about Gothlar demons, mate." Spike pulled a box of Marlboros from his pocket and slid one to his lips. The lighter followed and he took a long, deep drag, letting it out slowly. "See, even if they could impersonate a vamp, wouldn't do 'em much good, what with being allergic to human blood and all. Give 'em a drop, does right nasty things. Wouldn't fancy being around for that."

Xander lost his breath and his eyes widened in panic.

"Don't act so innocent. I'd 'ave buggered you long ago if I'd known how bad you wanted it."

Spike pushed his body from the wall and began walking in the other direction. Xander was left with a gob smacked expression, not knowing whether to stay or follow, and finally chose to remain in the same spot.

"You coming or what? Seems I have an open invite and I wouldn't want to waste it."

Xander swallowed hard as Spike began walking away.

"C'mon, Harris. I can show you a few games of my own," he said over his shoulder.

"But you couldn't... the chip," Xander protested, quietly.

Spike stopped and turned around, slowly returning to him.

"That's another thing. Careful 'bout baring your neck to the wrong vamp, luv. Wouldn't do for you to end up a corpse, now would it? Kind of takes the fun out."

"But why didn't it go off?"

Spike smiled. " You wanted it, the chip didn't fire. Seems you fancy a bit of pain then?

Xander's face paled. "You mean, it was... you were really... oh my god!"

Spike chuckled. "Saves you at least a week's worth of wages this way. Good all around, eh mate?" He turned and began walking away again.

"Hey Spike!" Xander called, catching up and following in time with Spike's steps. "What kind of games?"