One Stormy Night
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Adult ++
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One Stormy Night
This story was written as part of ‘The Colour, Sound and Random Object Spander Ficathon’ at Bloodclaim.
My story was written for Nashmaveric who requested the following:
Colour: Emerald Green
Sound: Thunderstorm
Random Object: Fairy Lights
Genre: NC17
Wanted: A bit of hard persuasion & Nipple Rings
Not wanted: Bloodplay & Rape
Author: Joolz
Title: One Stormy Night
Chapter: Part 1
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the boys are not (owned by Joss & ME)
Warnings: contains descriptions of sexual activities
One Stormy Night
Part 1
By Joolz
Spike and Xander had been paired together on patrol again and Spike was finding that this didn’t bother him as much as it used to.
Xander had undergone a bit of a transformation lately. Instead of his usual hallucination-inducing, baggy attire, he had purchased a new wardrobe consisting of tight jeans and trousers, which he wore with skin-hugging, silk shirts.
It seemed that since Xander had started working those construction jobs and moved into his new place, he no longer felt the need to hide himself, or his body, away from the world. He had acquired a new confidence which Spike found he liked, in fact, if he were honest, he had discovered he liked it a lot and he often found his eyes wandering to follow Xander around, whenever he thought no-one was watching.
Xander, himself, was feeling a lot happier with his new life. He had moved out of that oppressive basement and into his own apartment which, though not palatial by any means, was comfortable and furnished to his own tastes. This included solid oak units and tables, a black leather sofa and light décor to ensure the overall appearance wasn’t too dark. He’d bought a new king-sized bed too, with silk sheets. He loved the sensation of the cool material and the way he slid across it as he slept.
That was why he had changed his wardrobe too. He loved the feel of the silk next to his skin, so he had used his first big pay packet to buy several shirts in various shades all toned to match well with his dark hair and eyes.
Tonight’s ensemble was a pair of black jeans and a new emerald green shirt, which the salesman had insisted looked great on him when he had bought it that morning. He hadn’t been able to wait before trying it on to see what the others had thought of it.
Willow and Buffy had been drooling all over it and he had caught Spike staring at him too, from the corner of his eye, before looking away quickly when Xander turned towards him. That had been happening a lot lately, him feeling as if he was being watched, then when he looked around, Spike would be ducking his head down to the book he was supposed to be researching or moving his head to look quickly at someone else.
Tonight’s patrol was going quite quietly. They had only seen one vamp and Spike had dispatched him pretty quickly. They were doing their final cemetery sweep, when there was a brilliant flash of light and an almighty crash of thunder. The storm, which had been brewing all evening, suddenly unleashed itself upon them. The rain came lashing down and bounced back up against them from the ground and the surrounding headstones.
Spike leant over to Xander and shouted that he knew where there was an old caretaker’s cottage and they should head over there for shelter from the storm. Xander shook his head and pointed to his ears, unable to even hear Spike’s shouts over the almost continuous peals of thunder as the storm raged overhead.
Seeing that he couldn’t understand him, Spike grabbed Xander’s arm and started pulling him in the direction of the cottage. They ran as fast as they could, Spike getting his bearings every time the lightning flashed, and managing to steer them around all the headstones as they neared the cottage.
It was all in darkness and Spike remembered hearing that the old caretaker had died a couple of months before. He was quite relieved, as that meant he would have no problem with entering uninvited.
The door was locked but Spike quickly broke one of the little panes of glass and slipped his hand inside to release the lock. He pushed the door open and almost fell in as Xander charged in right behind him.
Xander reached for the light switch but as he flicked it there was a ping as the light bulb filament broke and the brief flash of illumination disappeared.
Spike had been using his excellent night vision to scout out the rest of the one-room cottage. In one corner was a single bed with just a bare mattress on top of it. In the opposite corner were a sink and some units with gaps in between, which must have once housed an oven and a fridge.
By the side of one of the cupboards was a small cardboard box and Spike went over to see what was in it. He lifted the flap and inside he saw some old Christmas decorations, including a tree-top angel and a set of fairy lights.
Spike took out the fairy lights and pushed the plug into the socket above the countertop. Amazingly, they worked and he looked over at Xander, whom he could now see in the glow, and said, “Let there be light, and there was, and it was good!”
Xander laughed as he stood next to Spike with his hands on his hips, “Very cute! Now, where are you going to hang those fairy lights? I don’t suppose there’s a tree in that box too, is there?”
Spike didn’t laugh back; he was too busy staring at Xander. The rain had plastered the silk shirt to Xander’s body and, when he placed his hands on his hips, it stretched the material even further.
Spike could clearly see the contours of Xander’s abdomen, his muscles sharply defined and as he moved his eyes further up, he could also see the honed pecs with nipples made prominent by the cold and also… Wait a minute! Was that what he thought it was? He could see the outline of two circles on Xander’s chest which looked suspiciously like nipple rings. He felt a jolt of excitement flow through him as that thought sunk in. The whelp had had his nipples pierced! Now, when had that happened? Why hadn’t he noticed sooner? Most importantly, why was it turning him on so much?
He needed to see it at first hand, to confirm his suspicions. He knew Xander wouldn’t show him voluntarily, so how could he do it? Then, it came to him!
“I know the perfect place to put these fairy lights, and it’s even green as well, emerald green to be precise.”
Before Xander had even realised what Spike was talking about, he found himself standing in front of Spike with three loops of fairy lights wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides and creating pretty patterns as the lights moved against his shirt.
“Spike, what do you think you’re doing? Get me out of this!”
“A very pretty Christmas tree, if I do say so myself. Now what else do we need on a tree? Shiny baubles! Where could we find some of those?”
Xander just stared open-mouthed at Spike, “What has gotten into you? Has that storm fried your brain?”
“Well now, what do we have here?” Spike held the trailing wires from the lights tightly in one hand and, with the other; he brushed the tips of his fingers lightly over the shape of the ring in Xander’s right nipple.
Xander’s eyes had followed the movement of Spike’s fingers as they neared his body, but even seeing their approach, left him totally unprepared for the feeling he would get when Spike touched one of his newest acquisitions. He felt an arrow of pleasure shoot down to his groin and he reflexively bent at the waist to hide his reaction and to try to push Spike away, wriggling and twisting within his constraints trying to break loose.
Spike held on to the loops tightly to stop Xander breaking free and, with his hand, he grabbed hold of Xander, trying to stop him from turning and working his way out.
Spike had seen that brief, but delicious, little look that had appeared in Xander’s eyes right before he had panicked and tried to hit out at him. He wanted to touch him again and see what other reactions he could arouse in Xander, because he realised, that was exactly what he himself felt – aroused, and getting more so all the time.
He had no qualms about sleeping with men, he had been with Angelus for long enough after all, but he wasn’t quite so sure how Xander would take to the notion. He had his suspicions that Xander wouldn’t be totally averse to the idea, but it might take some hard persuasion to get it to happen.
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“Keep still, Xander, you’re only going to hurt yourself if you keep wriggling like that.”
“Oh sure! I’m supposed to just stand here and let you touch me – I don’t think so! Just get away from me, Spike.”
“Now, now, pet. That’s no way to react, is it? I only wanted to decorate the tree and you appear to have some shiny baubles which I haven’t seen before. I just wanted to have a look, that’s all.”
“Well, I don’t want you to have a look; they’re mine, not for common view. It wasn’t supposed to be for anyone else; I had it done for my pleasure!”
“Your pleasure?” Spike jumped on that comment as soon as Xander’s panicked brain had said it. Xander bit his lip as he instantly regretted what he’d blurted out. He always babbled too much when he was caught off guard.
“So, you’re interested in pleasure, are you? Well, I’m sure I can help you out with that.”
“No way, Spike. I’m not interested in anything you may have to say. Untie me right now. I’m cold and I’m wet and you’ll be dust if you burn a hole in my new shirt with these lights!”
“You don’t have to worry about that, they’re low voltage. I checked before I plugged them in. Have my own personal issues with burning, you know, and I haven’t survived this long by being careless. Now, where was I?”
Spike’s hand reached up to Xander’s collar and started to undo the first button. Xander bent his head down fast, trying to head-butt Spike and stop him, but Spike had anticipated such a move and stepped back so that Xander missed him. He would have gone crashing down face first on the floor if Spike hadn’t caught him, but instead of picking him back up, Spike just eased the journey down and flipped Xander over on to his back and straddled him.
“Now, this is a much better position.”
“Maybe for you, but these lights are pressing into my back!”
“Hmm, I see what you mean; well maybe if you promise to keep still I could take them off you.”
“Sure, of course, no problem”, Xander fired back quickly and far too glibly for Spike’s liking.
Spike lifted Xander’s upper body off the floor, unwound the loops from around him and dropped them on the floor surrounding Xander’s body. When he moved to lay Xander down again, Xander used one of his now freed arms to smack Spike on the side of the head and bucked up trying to throw him off. Spike had anticipated something of the sort and he jammed his knees in tight to Xander’s sides, wedging him to the floor so he couldn’t buck again and capturing the flailing hand which was trying to get in a second whack.
“Very quick with that punch, weren’t you. You know you’re only making it worse for yourself by struggling.”
As if to prove a point, Spike pushed his lower body down against Xander, who could now clearly feel the shape of Spike’s rapidly growing cock pressing against him.
Xander blushed and stopped his struggles, not wanting to incite Spike any further. Spike took Xander’s free hand and placed it against his side like the other one and then he held them both in place with his knees.
“Spike, don’t do this. Let me go please.”
Spike almost stopped at the sincere tone in Xander’s voice, but as he edged his body backwards he felt something big and hard pressing against him and he leered down at Xander.
“Me thinks the boy doth protest too much! You aren’t as unaffected by me as you’d like me to believe are you, Xan?”
Xander laid his head back down on the floor and closed his eyes but not before Spike caught the look of resignation mingled with desire that they held.
Spike shuffled back slightly so that their cocks were now aligned, pressing into one another. Spike wanted to feel exactly what his touch was doing to Xander. He reached down and undid the buttons on Xander’s shirt, right down to the waistband. He didn’t untuck it, though; he just pulled it apart from the top, leaving a gorgeous green v-shape exposing the apex of Xander’s six-pack, his strong firm pecs and two taut nipples adorned with shiny, silver rings.
Spike had always preferred silver to gold, it just seemed to have a brighter gleam somehow, and now was no exception, as Xander’s rings glistened in the glow from the fairy lights which were encircling him.
Xander had his head turned away, as if trying to disassociate himself from what was happening to him, but Spike knew that Xander was far from unaffected, as he felt Xander’s cock swell and bounce against his own as his wares were put on display.
Spike touched his fingertip into the corner of skin revealed at the base of Xander’s shirt and smiled at the sharp intake of breath he heard. Then he slid his finger gently upwards, following the contours of Xander’s body all the way up, circling first one nipple and then the other, before slipping it into one of the rings and giving a little tug.
Xander’s eyes shot open and he gasped loudly, and Spike felt the surge in Xander’s cock as it grew even bigger, pushing hard against Spike’s own.
Xander groaned deeply as Spike did it again, and again. First, he gave a little tug on one ring and then on the other, then in a random pattern so that Xander never knew from where the pleasure would come next. Xander’s head was rolling from side to side on the floor as he panted and groaned at Spike’s ministrations, his cock steadily pulsing with each tug.
Then Spike bent forward, his lips encircling a nipple and sucking deeply before he grabbed the ring in his teeth and pulled harder than ever. Xander’s whole body rose up in reflex; he shuddered hard and shouted out Spike’s name as his orgasm swept over him.
Spike only just managed to stop himself following suit, the blissful look that Xander had worn as he came was nearly enough on its own to finish him, but he was saving himself for something special. He wanted to see Xander’s face as he filled him and came deep inside him – nothing else would suffice.
Spike bent down and laved the reddened skin of Xander’s nipple, evidence of just how hard he had tugged on that last pull, but it had definitely been worth it.
Who knew that Xander could look so beautiful, lying on a wooden floor, encircled by fairy lights, a look of debauched satisfaction on his face?
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My story was written for Nashmaveric who requested the following:
Colour: Emerald Green
Sound: Thunderstorm
Random Object: Fairy Lights
Genre: NC17
Wanted: A bit of hard persuasion & Nipple Rings
Not wanted: Bloodplay & Rape
Author: Joolz
Title: One Stormy Night
Chapter: Part 1
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the boys are not (owned by Joss & ME)
Warnings: contains descriptions of sexual activities
One Stormy Night
Part 1
By Joolz
Spike and Xander had been paired together on patrol again and Spike was finding that this didn’t bother him as much as it used to.
Xander had undergone a bit of a transformation lately. Instead of his usual hallucination-inducing, baggy attire, he had purchased a new wardrobe consisting of tight jeans and trousers, which he wore with skin-hugging, silk shirts.
It seemed that since Xander had started working those construction jobs and moved into his new place, he no longer felt the need to hide himself, or his body, away from the world. He had acquired a new confidence which Spike found he liked, in fact, if he were honest, he had discovered he liked it a lot and he often found his eyes wandering to follow Xander around, whenever he thought no-one was watching.
Xander, himself, was feeling a lot happier with his new life. He had moved out of that oppressive basement and into his own apartment which, though not palatial by any means, was comfortable and furnished to his own tastes. This included solid oak units and tables, a black leather sofa and light décor to ensure the overall appearance wasn’t too dark. He’d bought a new king-sized bed too, with silk sheets. He loved the sensation of the cool material and the way he slid across it as he slept.
That was why he had changed his wardrobe too. He loved the feel of the silk next to his skin, so he had used his first big pay packet to buy several shirts in various shades all toned to match well with his dark hair and eyes.
Tonight’s ensemble was a pair of black jeans and a new emerald green shirt, which the salesman had insisted looked great on him when he had bought it that morning. He hadn’t been able to wait before trying it on to see what the others had thought of it.
Willow and Buffy had been drooling all over it and he had caught Spike staring at him too, from the corner of his eye, before looking away quickly when Xander turned towards him. That had been happening a lot lately, him feeling as if he was being watched, then when he looked around, Spike would be ducking his head down to the book he was supposed to be researching or moving his head to look quickly at someone else.
Tonight’s patrol was going quite quietly. They had only seen one vamp and Spike had dispatched him pretty quickly. They were doing their final cemetery sweep, when there was a brilliant flash of light and an almighty crash of thunder. The storm, which had been brewing all evening, suddenly unleashed itself upon them. The rain came lashing down and bounced back up against them from the ground and the surrounding headstones.
Spike leant over to Xander and shouted that he knew where there was an old caretaker’s cottage and they should head over there for shelter from the storm. Xander shook his head and pointed to his ears, unable to even hear Spike’s shouts over the almost continuous peals of thunder as the storm raged overhead.
Seeing that he couldn’t understand him, Spike grabbed Xander’s arm and started pulling him in the direction of the cottage. They ran as fast as they could, Spike getting his bearings every time the lightning flashed, and managing to steer them around all the headstones as they neared the cottage.
It was all in darkness and Spike remembered hearing that the old caretaker had died a couple of months before. He was quite relieved, as that meant he would have no problem with entering uninvited.
The door was locked but Spike quickly broke one of the little panes of glass and slipped his hand inside to release the lock. He pushed the door open and almost fell in as Xander charged in right behind him.
Xander reached for the light switch but as he flicked it there was a ping as the light bulb filament broke and the brief flash of illumination disappeared.
Spike had been using his excellent night vision to scout out the rest of the one-room cottage. In one corner was a single bed with just a bare mattress on top of it. In the opposite corner were a sink and some units with gaps in between, which must have once housed an oven and a fridge.
By the side of one of the cupboards was a small cardboard box and Spike went over to see what was in it. He lifted the flap and inside he saw some old Christmas decorations, including a tree-top angel and a set of fairy lights.
Spike took out the fairy lights and pushed the plug into the socket above the countertop. Amazingly, they worked and he looked over at Xander, whom he could now see in the glow, and said, “Let there be light, and there was, and it was good!”
Xander laughed as he stood next to Spike with his hands on his hips, “Very cute! Now, where are you going to hang those fairy lights? I don’t suppose there’s a tree in that box too, is there?”
Spike didn’t laugh back; he was too busy staring at Xander. The rain had plastered the silk shirt to Xander’s body and, when he placed his hands on his hips, it stretched the material even further.
Spike could clearly see the contours of Xander’s abdomen, his muscles sharply defined and as he moved his eyes further up, he could also see the honed pecs with nipples made prominent by the cold and also… Wait a minute! Was that what he thought it was? He could see the outline of two circles on Xander’s chest which looked suspiciously like nipple rings. He felt a jolt of excitement flow through him as that thought sunk in. The whelp had had his nipples pierced! Now, when had that happened? Why hadn’t he noticed sooner? Most importantly, why was it turning him on so much?
He needed to see it at first hand, to confirm his suspicions. He knew Xander wouldn’t show him voluntarily, so how could he do it? Then, it came to him!
“I know the perfect place to put these fairy lights, and it’s even green as well, emerald green to be precise.”
Before Xander had even realised what Spike was talking about, he found himself standing in front of Spike with three loops of fairy lights wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides and creating pretty patterns as the lights moved against his shirt.
“Spike, what do you think you’re doing? Get me out of this!”
“A very pretty Christmas tree, if I do say so myself. Now what else do we need on a tree? Shiny baubles! Where could we find some of those?”
Xander just stared open-mouthed at Spike, “What has gotten into you? Has that storm fried your brain?”
“Well now, what do we have here?” Spike held the trailing wires from the lights tightly in one hand and, with the other; he brushed the tips of his fingers lightly over the shape of the ring in Xander’s right nipple.
Xander’s eyes had followed the movement of Spike’s fingers as they neared his body, but even seeing their approach, left him totally unprepared for the feeling he would get when Spike touched one of his newest acquisitions. He felt an arrow of pleasure shoot down to his groin and he reflexively bent at the waist to hide his reaction and to try to push Spike away, wriggling and twisting within his constraints trying to break loose.
Spike held on to the loops tightly to stop Xander breaking free and, with his hand, he grabbed hold of Xander, trying to stop him from turning and working his way out.
Spike had seen that brief, but delicious, little look that had appeared in Xander’s eyes right before he had panicked and tried to hit out at him. He wanted to touch him again and see what other reactions he could arouse in Xander, because he realised, that was exactly what he himself felt – aroused, and getting more so all the time.
He had no qualms about sleeping with men, he had been with Angelus for long enough after all, but he wasn’t quite so sure how Xander would take to the notion. He had his suspicions that Xander wouldn’t be totally averse to the idea, but it might take some hard persuasion to get it to happen.
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“Keep still, Xander, you’re only going to hurt yourself if you keep wriggling like that.”
“Oh sure! I’m supposed to just stand here and let you touch me – I don’t think so! Just get away from me, Spike.”
“Now, now, pet. That’s no way to react, is it? I only wanted to decorate the tree and you appear to have some shiny baubles which I haven’t seen before. I just wanted to have a look, that’s all.”
“Well, I don’t want you to have a look; they’re mine, not for common view. It wasn’t supposed to be for anyone else; I had it done for my pleasure!”
“Your pleasure?” Spike jumped on that comment as soon as Xander’s panicked brain had said it. Xander bit his lip as he instantly regretted what he’d blurted out. He always babbled too much when he was caught off guard.
“So, you’re interested in pleasure, are you? Well, I’m sure I can help you out with that.”
“No way, Spike. I’m not interested in anything you may have to say. Untie me right now. I’m cold and I’m wet and you’ll be dust if you burn a hole in my new shirt with these lights!”
“You don’t have to worry about that, they’re low voltage. I checked before I plugged them in. Have my own personal issues with burning, you know, and I haven’t survived this long by being careless. Now, where was I?”
Spike’s hand reached up to Xander’s collar and started to undo the first button. Xander bent his head down fast, trying to head-butt Spike and stop him, but Spike had anticipated such a move and stepped back so that Xander missed him. He would have gone crashing down face first on the floor if Spike hadn’t caught him, but instead of picking him back up, Spike just eased the journey down and flipped Xander over on to his back and straddled him.
“Now, this is a much better position.”
“Maybe for you, but these lights are pressing into my back!”
“Hmm, I see what you mean; well maybe if you promise to keep still I could take them off you.”
“Sure, of course, no problem”, Xander fired back quickly and far too glibly for Spike’s liking.
Spike lifted Xander’s upper body off the floor, unwound the loops from around him and dropped them on the floor surrounding Xander’s body. When he moved to lay Xander down again, Xander used one of his now freed arms to smack Spike on the side of the head and bucked up trying to throw him off. Spike had anticipated something of the sort and he jammed his knees in tight to Xander’s sides, wedging him to the floor so he couldn’t buck again and capturing the flailing hand which was trying to get in a second whack.
“Very quick with that punch, weren’t you. You know you’re only making it worse for yourself by struggling.”
As if to prove a point, Spike pushed his lower body down against Xander, who could now clearly feel the shape of Spike’s rapidly growing cock pressing against him.
Xander blushed and stopped his struggles, not wanting to incite Spike any further. Spike took Xander’s free hand and placed it against his side like the other one and then he held them both in place with his knees.
“Spike, don’t do this. Let me go please.”
Spike almost stopped at the sincere tone in Xander’s voice, but as he edged his body backwards he felt something big and hard pressing against him and he leered down at Xander.
“Me thinks the boy doth protest too much! You aren’t as unaffected by me as you’d like me to believe are you, Xan?”
Xander laid his head back down on the floor and closed his eyes but not before Spike caught the look of resignation mingled with desire that they held.
Spike shuffled back slightly so that their cocks were now aligned, pressing into one another. Spike wanted to feel exactly what his touch was doing to Xander. He reached down and undid the buttons on Xander’s shirt, right down to the waistband. He didn’t untuck it, though; he just pulled it apart from the top, leaving a gorgeous green v-shape exposing the apex of Xander’s six-pack, his strong firm pecs and two taut nipples adorned with shiny, silver rings.
Spike had always preferred silver to gold, it just seemed to have a brighter gleam somehow, and now was no exception, as Xander’s rings glistened in the glow from the fairy lights which were encircling him.
Xander had his head turned away, as if trying to disassociate himself from what was happening to him, but Spike knew that Xander was far from unaffected, as he felt Xander’s cock swell and bounce against his own as his wares were put on display.
Spike touched his fingertip into the corner of skin revealed at the base of Xander’s shirt and smiled at the sharp intake of breath he heard. Then he slid his finger gently upwards, following the contours of Xander’s body all the way up, circling first one nipple and then the other, before slipping it into one of the rings and giving a little tug.
Xander’s eyes shot open and he gasped loudly, and Spike felt the surge in Xander’s cock as it grew even bigger, pushing hard against Spike’s own.
Xander groaned deeply as Spike did it again, and again. First, he gave a little tug on one ring and then on the other, then in a random pattern so that Xander never knew from where the pleasure would come next. Xander’s head was rolling from side to side on the floor as he panted and groaned at Spike’s ministrations, his cock steadily pulsing with each tug.
Then Spike bent forward, his lips encircling a nipple and sucking deeply before he grabbed the ring in his teeth and pulled harder than ever. Xander’s whole body rose up in reflex; he shuddered hard and shouted out Spike’s name as his orgasm swept over him.
Spike only just managed to stop himself following suit, the blissful look that Xander had worn as he came was nearly enough on its own to finish him, but he was saving himself for something special. He wanted to see Xander’s face as he filled him and came deep inside him – nothing else would suffice.
Spike bent down and laved the reddened skin of Xander’s nipple, evidence of just how hard he had tugged on that last pull, but it had definitely been worth it.
Who knew that Xander could look so beautiful, lying on a wooden floor, encircled by fairy lights, a look of debauched satisfaction on his face?
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