When Chocolate and Azure Meet
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,425
Reviews:
15
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Currently Reading:
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When Chocolate and Azure Meet
When Chocolate and Azure Meet.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I`m just playing with them. There is rape and non-concensual sex in this fic read at your own risk.
Chapter 1: Tied in Xander’s Basement.
A/N: I haven’t forgotten about Irreparable, I just am extremely blocked on it and had this kickin’ around my mind. I have to get it out or I’ll never be able to finish my other story. Thank you to Strife for betaing this.
Spike sat, tied to the barca-lounger, in Xander Harris’s basement. Giles had kicked him out of the house, but they still didn’t trust him to live on his own.
“It’s not as though I could hurt anyone.” He sneered at the empty basement. Xander had only just agreed to allow him to stay after much peer pressure from Buffy, Giles, and Willow. Spike wriggled and found that the ropes were extra vamp resistant. He couldn’t get enough leverage to get himself free. He cursed out loud and allowed the ropes to go slack.
Just then Xander himself opened the outside basement door and walked into his little basement hovel. He dropped his bag and the funny, little uniform hat that was required with his new job, delivering pizzas. He completely ignored the immobilized vampire, who was glaring up at him in gameface. He slowly and painfully made his way over to his bed and pulled the nerdy uniform shirt over his head. He hissed in pain as his bruised and scabbed torso came into view. He sat on the end of his bed, just breathing.
Spike cleared his throat. Xander still ignored him.
“Whelp, what happened to you?” Spike asked, with a touch of concern that surprised even him self. Xander shrugged his shoulders and hissed in pain again. He stood and grabbed a tee shirt, a pair of sweats and a pair of black boxers from his dresser. He walked over to his bathroom and disappeared through the door. Spike stared in confusion at the normally vivacious young man, so diminished. An echo of what he had been last night, or even that morning before work. He heard the shower start and smelled the salt and blood that tinged the air.
Twenty minutes later, a huge thumping came from the top of the stairs. A large man, drunkenly, walked down them.
“Alexander!” He roared. “Get your good for nothing, lazy ass out here. We need to talk.” The drunken man didn’t even notice the tied vampire. A shaky Xander appeared in the room, dressed in a worn blue bathrobe.
“Dad, wh-what do you need?” He asked quietly, pulling his robe tightly around his body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you your pizza free. If we don’t deliver them within the 30 minutes they deduct the price from our pay. I didn’t even realize that it was your work site I was at. I’m sorry.” Spike was intrigued, Xander was babbling and He knew that that only happened when the boy was extremely nervous.
“Boy, you need to give me this month’s rent, plus the $150.00 you cost me for the pizza’s.” Xander’s father screamed at him. Both Spike and Xander’s eyes were drawn to the calendar, to find only the first 4 days of the month were crossed off.
“But Dad, I’ve paid for this month. You and Mom even gave me a receipt.” Xander stated in a whisper. “I gave you the money on the 31st of last month.”
“No, you didn’t. You are late and if I don’t get the rent plus the 150 extra, your crap will be out in the street in 48 hours.” Harris senior, shouted in his son’s face before backhanding the boy to the floor. Then he got a really wicked look on his face. “You know, I just might have a way you can knock the price down a 100 bucks. You game?” Xander cringed and shook his head no. Anthony Harris drunkenly and lewdly rubbed his crotch. “You can either do it now and have a 100 bucks taken off your bill or I’ll beat your ass, fuck it, then make you clean me up with that mouth of yours.”
Xander flinched, and glanced over at the tied vampire, who was glaring in game face at the man who was speaking. Xander stared at the ground, then sitting up on his knees he hesitantly reached up for his father’s zipper. He fumbled at first, before taking in a deep breath and withdrawing his father’s hardened member.
Spike struggled furiously against his ropes, almost attracting Anthony’s attention. Xander waved Spike away. Pleading with the vampire silently, to be quiet. He licked the tip of the erection in front of him and drew it into his mouth slowly, before his father clamped his hands on the side of Xander’s face and started fucking the boy’s mouth. Xander closed his eyes and let his father have his way.
“Oh, God that feels good. This is the only thing you’ve ever been good for. I’m so glad you’re not my son. No, you’re only the filthy son of a filthy whore. She was knocked up before I even married the bitch, before I even fucked the bitch. Told the slut I didn’t care, that I loved her, that I believed her concocted tale of being held prisoner in a compound beneath the university. I told her that I believed her that the government had allowed her to be raped by hideous beasts. I just wanted in her pants. You mother was once a beautiful woman. Then you happened, and now she’s a fat, ugly whore, who doesn’t even know who her baby’s daddy is.” Anthony babbled, in the heat of the moment, thrusting in and out of his ‘son’s’ mouth. Then he thrust hard into Xander’s mouth as he climaxed. He pulled out and stuffed himself back into his pants as Xander coughed and hacked on the disgusting result. Blood splattered the ground from his mouth and Anthony glowered at his son and kicked him in the chin and walked over to the stairs.
“Remember, I want the rent money and the 150 buck in 2 days.” He said, as he walked up the stairs, closing the door behind him. Xander had crumpled from the kick, and was staring glassily at Spike, not even seeing the vampire struggling to free himself. Spike had freed his hands enough that he could raise them to his mouth and was using his fangs to saw through the rope. He finally freed his hand and struggled out of the ropes. He ran towards the boy on the floor.
“Whelp, I can’t lift you. I know your hurt elsewhere. If I hurt you trying to move you, I hurt. Talk to me.” Spike said, to the mass of boy on the floor. He could see blood dribbling from Xander’s mouth. Xander’s robe was darkening with blood on his back and bum, and Xander himself seemed to have withdrawn totally into himself.
“Oh, Whelp, what am I going to do? I kind of doubt anyone knows about this, as you wouldn’t still be living here if they did.” Spike whispered, as he carefully turned the boy onto his back. He cringed, waiting for the zap of pain from his chip. It didn’t come. Xander’s breathing, instantly became slightly labored, as blood filled his mouth and started running down his throat.
“Just a second, Whelp.” Spike murmured, as he lifted the unconscious form in his arms and placed him on the bed, and rolled the boy to his side. He grabbed the cup of water from Xander’s bedside and dumped the water on the floor, and he placed the cup under Xander’s mouth, as he tipped the mouth towards the bed. The blood filling the mouth ran out into the cup. Spike squirmed, as the scent of fresh blood waved over him once again. He shuddered before dipping his finger into the slowly filling cup. He shuddered once again, at the feeling of rich, pain filled blood, exploding across his tongue once again.
“No.” He said quietly. “I can’t think about this right now. I gotta get the whelp up and talking to me again.” He pulled up the covers to Xander’s waist and quickly removed the robe. He sucked in an unneeded breath at all the blood on the boy’s unusually toned chest, and back.
Spike fought his nature for all of 30 seconds, before giving in to his hunger
“Never said I wasn’t selfish.” Spike muttered, as he ran his tongue over the first, of the dozens of cut found on the boy’s back and chest. “And my saliva will clean and help heal these whip marks. What did you do to yourself?” Spike continued to clean up the unresponsive boy.
Spike worked his way down the boy’s body until it twitched, and he looked up at the chocolate gaze staring at him with a question. Spike arched his scared eyebrow and kept licking the cuts.
Xander’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the azure eyes of the vampire licking him. Spike was now down near his waist and as he reached for the blankets, Xander froze and flinched away, hard, from Spike. Only Spike’s extremely fast reflexes stopped the cup from turning over, and spilling all over the bed.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I`m just playing with them. There is rape and non-concensual sex in this fic read at your own risk.
Chapter 1: Tied in Xander’s Basement.
A/N: I haven’t forgotten about Irreparable, I just am extremely blocked on it and had this kickin’ around my mind. I have to get it out or I’ll never be able to finish my other story. Thank you to Strife for betaing this.
Spike sat, tied to the barca-lounger, in Xander Harris’s basement. Giles had kicked him out of the house, but they still didn’t trust him to live on his own.
“It’s not as though I could hurt anyone.” He sneered at the empty basement. Xander had only just agreed to allow him to stay after much peer pressure from Buffy, Giles, and Willow. Spike wriggled and found that the ropes were extra vamp resistant. He couldn’t get enough leverage to get himself free. He cursed out loud and allowed the ropes to go slack.
Just then Xander himself opened the outside basement door and walked into his little basement hovel. He dropped his bag and the funny, little uniform hat that was required with his new job, delivering pizzas. He completely ignored the immobilized vampire, who was glaring up at him in gameface. He slowly and painfully made his way over to his bed and pulled the nerdy uniform shirt over his head. He hissed in pain as his bruised and scabbed torso came into view. He sat on the end of his bed, just breathing.
Spike cleared his throat. Xander still ignored him.
“Whelp, what happened to you?” Spike asked, with a touch of concern that surprised even him self. Xander shrugged his shoulders and hissed in pain again. He stood and grabbed a tee shirt, a pair of sweats and a pair of black boxers from his dresser. He walked over to his bathroom and disappeared through the door. Spike stared in confusion at the normally vivacious young man, so diminished. An echo of what he had been last night, or even that morning before work. He heard the shower start and smelled the salt and blood that tinged the air.
Twenty minutes later, a huge thumping came from the top of the stairs. A large man, drunkenly, walked down them.
“Alexander!” He roared. “Get your good for nothing, lazy ass out here. We need to talk.” The drunken man didn’t even notice the tied vampire. A shaky Xander appeared in the room, dressed in a worn blue bathrobe.
“Dad, wh-what do you need?” He asked quietly, pulling his robe tightly around his body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you your pizza free. If we don’t deliver them within the 30 minutes they deduct the price from our pay. I didn’t even realize that it was your work site I was at. I’m sorry.” Spike was intrigued, Xander was babbling and He knew that that only happened when the boy was extremely nervous.
“Boy, you need to give me this month’s rent, plus the $150.00 you cost me for the pizza’s.” Xander’s father screamed at him. Both Spike and Xander’s eyes were drawn to the calendar, to find only the first 4 days of the month were crossed off.
“But Dad, I’ve paid for this month. You and Mom even gave me a receipt.” Xander stated in a whisper. “I gave you the money on the 31st of last month.”
“No, you didn’t. You are late and if I don’t get the rent plus the 150 extra, your crap will be out in the street in 48 hours.” Harris senior, shouted in his son’s face before backhanding the boy to the floor. Then he got a really wicked look on his face. “You know, I just might have a way you can knock the price down a 100 bucks. You game?” Xander cringed and shook his head no. Anthony Harris drunkenly and lewdly rubbed his crotch. “You can either do it now and have a 100 bucks taken off your bill or I’ll beat your ass, fuck it, then make you clean me up with that mouth of yours.”
Xander flinched, and glanced over at the tied vampire, who was glaring in game face at the man who was speaking. Xander stared at the ground, then sitting up on his knees he hesitantly reached up for his father’s zipper. He fumbled at first, before taking in a deep breath and withdrawing his father’s hardened member.
Spike struggled furiously against his ropes, almost attracting Anthony’s attention. Xander waved Spike away. Pleading with the vampire silently, to be quiet. He licked the tip of the erection in front of him and drew it into his mouth slowly, before his father clamped his hands on the side of Xander’s face and started fucking the boy’s mouth. Xander closed his eyes and let his father have his way.
“Oh, God that feels good. This is the only thing you’ve ever been good for. I’m so glad you’re not my son. No, you’re only the filthy son of a filthy whore. She was knocked up before I even married the bitch, before I even fucked the bitch. Told the slut I didn’t care, that I loved her, that I believed her concocted tale of being held prisoner in a compound beneath the university. I told her that I believed her that the government had allowed her to be raped by hideous beasts. I just wanted in her pants. You mother was once a beautiful woman. Then you happened, and now she’s a fat, ugly whore, who doesn’t even know who her baby’s daddy is.” Anthony babbled, in the heat of the moment, thrusting in and out of his ‘son’s’ mouth. Then he thrust hard into Xander’s mouth as he climaxed. He pulled out and stuffed himself back into his pants as Xander coughed and hacked on the disgusting result. Blood splattered the ground from his mouth and Anthony glowered at his son and kicked him in the chin and walked over to the stairs.
“Remember, I want the rent money and the 150 buck in 2 days.” He said, as he walked up the stairs, closing the door behind him. Xander had crumpled from the kick, and was staring glassily at Spike, not even seeing the vampire struggling to free himself. Spike had freed his hands enough that he could raise them to his mouth and was using his fangs to saw through the rope. He finally freed his hand and struggled out of the ropes. He ran towards the boy on the floor.
“Whelp, I can’t lift you. I know your hurt elsewhere. If I hurt you trying to move you, I hurt. Talk to me.” Spike said, to the mass of boy on the floor. He could see blood dribbling from Xander’s mouth. Xander’s robe was darkening with blood on his back and bum, and Xander himself seemed to have withdrawn totally into himself.
“Oh, Whelp, what am I going to do? I kind of doubt anyone knows about this, as you wouldn’t still be living here if they did.” Spike whispered, as he carefully turned the boy onto his back. He cringed, waiting for the zap of pain from his chip. It didn’t come. Xander’s breathing, instantly became slightly labored, as blood filled his mouth and started running down his throat.
“Just a second, Whelp.” Spike murmured, as he lifted the unconscious form in his arms and placed him on the bed, and rolled the boy to his side. He grabbed the cup of water from Xander’s bedside and dumped the water on the floor, and he placed the cup under Xander’s mouth, as he tipped the mouth towards the bed. The blood filling the mouth ran out into the cup. Spike squirmed, as the scent of fresh blood waved over him once again. He shuddered before dipping his finger into the slowly filling cup. He shuddered once again, at the feeling of rich, pain filled blood, exploding across his tongue once again.
“No.” He said quietly. “I can’t think about this right now. I gotta get the whelp up and talking to me again.” He pulled up the covers to Xander’s waist and quickly removed the robe. He sucked in an unneeded breath at all the blood on the boy’s unusually toned chest, and back.
Spike fought his nature for all of 30 seconds, before giving in to his hunger
“Never said I wasn’t selfish.” Spike muttered, as he ran his tongue over the first, of the dozens of cut found on the boy’s back and chest. “And my saliva will clean and help heal these whip marks. What did you do to yourself?” Spike continued to clean up the unresponsive boy.
Spike worked his way down the boy’s body until it twitched, and he looked up at the chocolate gaze staring at him with a question. Spike arched his scared eyebrow and kept licking the cuts.
Xander’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the azure eyes of the vampire licking him. Spike was now down near his waist and as he reached for the blankets, Xander froze and flinched away, hard, from Spike. Only Spike’s extremely fast reflexes stopped the cup from turning over, and spilling all over the bed.