Zeniths with Vampires

Meetings in Sewers
By: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: They are not mine. If they were, things wouldn’t be the way they were in the final seasons. Joss Whedon owns all but for the plot and a few miscellaneous things like original characters and he ought to start looking after his property properly because they keep getting hijacked by strange fanpersons wearing “I LOVE SLASH” t-shirts which is just odd.

Warning: HOMOSEXUAL SMUT! PLEASE, I’m PROTECTING MY OWN ASS HERE, YOU ALL KNOW THE RULES OF THIS SITE BETTER THAN I. I DON’T WANT TO GET INTO TROUBLE BECAUSE SOMEONE WAS READING THIS WHO REALLY SHOULDN’T. THERE IS NO MAJOR RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT BESIDES ON THE MUCH NEEDED PHYSICAL LEVEL, RETURN TO THIS STORY WITH CHAPTER 19. THANK YOU. Also bad language. Turn back now if not your thing.

This chapter is dedicated to: Goodfairy, Alwaysand, chezzeh

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Author Notes: I Have only one note for this chapter. It’s SMUT, PEOPLE. A healthy, mature, committed, romantic relationship has sex in it. It should, it is part of life. It’s actually the reason behind life, procreation . . .unless there is two (or more) people who are engaging in the act that are of the same sex and then it is a symbol of commitment between them . . .or porn. I would like to think that this chapter falls under the former as a symbol of commitment between Spike and Xander and that is what you should be taking away from this.

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Chapter 18: Zeniths with Vampires
I stare at Xander and can smell the nervousness rolling off him. He stares back at me with the look of an animal who is cornered and is weighting the options of bolting or fighting. I inhale deeply and sharply. “Look, we don’t have to do this right now.” Xander looked shocked and embarrassed. He knows how much I want this but I refuse to attempt this if he isn’t ready for it. It’s not like I don’t have the time to wait until he is, right?
“No!!” Xander sort of leaps forward. “I want to! Really, I do!! It’s just – I’m just- “
“Nervous.” I finish. A fact, not a question.
“Yes.” He gives me this apologetic look like he has something to apologies for.
“Don’t trust me to take care of you?” Xander shrugged.
“Not completely.” I laugh a little. Good answer.
“Good, that’s smart. I haven’t proven myself to you . . .yet.” I put an inflection into my words that causes a visible shutter to run through the man in front of me. I can hear his heart pound erratically. “What if I promised to take care of you?” His heartbeat sped up and I know he got the thousands of secret promises that was in that question.
“If you promised?” I nodded carefully. He was relaxing.
“To take care of you.” There was a moment where he thought about it. Funny how a single moment in time balances you on a precipice that decides so much of your existence. Those Events that you’re never prepared for. This one is definitely up there on my list which includes the death of my brother, my turning, and meeting Buffy. One word from Xander and-I don’t even have an idea of a clue about what could happen. . .
“Okay.” And then we were kissing. His arms wrap around me as I walk him toward the bed. Shirts fly off, skin is brushing against skin in tantalizing brushes and my fingers are busy undoing his pants as our mouths clash together. My fingers dip into his boxers and fist his half-hard penis. He freezes, gasping, and immediately loses the battle our mouths are waging. I press into him a little more and he loses his balance and falls onto the bed. I crawl on top of him watching his eye watch me. He licks his lips and I can’t resist. I bend in for a kiss set on devouring him from his mouth down. His hands are everywhere, lending a trail of warmth were there isn’t any naturally. I move my mouth to his neck and nibble at his pulse point. Give him a hint at how a vampire bite can give pleasure and not just pain. He thrashes under me, grabbing my hair and side in an iron grip. I grin against his skin. I lick at the bruise that is already forming and move south to give it a brother on his collarbone.
He gasps and moans and bitches wordlessly. I lick him again. There is no way I’m going to rush this. He’s going to crave my body, my touch for the rest of his life, I can promise that. I move lower on his body and catch a nipple in my teeth resisting the urge to let my true face to the fore when I feel the pulse of hot blood right below the surface of his skin. I lick the nub until it pebbles and he moans “Spike, god, please Spike!”. I love foreplay, it’s always fun. If you’re really good at it it’ll last all day. A touch here, a kiss there and by the time you get to the bedroom at the end of the day they’re ready for you, wet and hard-up, begging you to finish them.
“Please what? Patience, pet, is a virtue after all.” I get the other nipple the same attention I gave its brother and watch as his head slams back into the mattress. I chuckle darkly and curl my hands around the waistline of his pants and trousers and yank hard. I’m standing again and Xander’s completely naked on the bed, his cock hard and arching, his legs hanging over the bed at the knee, bruises starting to form on his neck and clavicle. He looks thoroughly debauched and I haven’t even begun to have fun yet.
“Spike-!” he whines. God, he’s pushy.
“Patience, Xan.”
“Fuck patience.” I laugh and drop my pants. His eye gets wide. I make to lie back down on top of him, grinning like a madman, but change my mind at the last minute and lay next to him. He turns his head to look at me and then rolls to his hands and knees and moves up to the head of the bed. He collapses face down and spreads his legs. Well, that was unexpected. I raise my eyebrows looking at all that naked flesh. “If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me.” Ah, that’s it. I inhale deeply. He’s aroused alright, but underneath that there’s fear and apprehension. Good thing that I have a brilliant plan to counter all that. A plan that will work, mind you.
“Xander, look at me.” He does. “roll onto your side.” He does. “Trust me to take care of you.” He nods. I position myself to where my face is in his groin and my groin is in his face. The smell of nervousness increased. “Now I just want you to do to me what I’m doing to you. Think you can handle that?” He nods, licking his lips. I give him a half smile as I scoot closer to the blooming organ in front of me and wrap my arm around his flank to hold him in place. After a moment he mirrors my movement. It’s then that I realize something. “Oh and if you need to breathe, you probably will,” he chuckles a little breathlessly “just pull back or breathe through your nose, don’t wait for me to pull back or anything.”
“Okay.” And I’ll be damned to an eternity in suburbia if the breathlessness of his voice doesn’t make my cock jump and harden further. I dip my head to lick and nibble the base of his hard-on, sucking when he catches on and returns the favor. For every move he makes in mirroring me I move on, pulling back bit by bit to reach his head, leading his mouth to my head. His cockhead is an angry sort of red, dripping fluid, and pointing at my nose accusingly. I lick at the salty fluid and draw my lips around the organ. After a second, Xander does the same thing. His dick rest heavily on my tongue and it, as well as the mouth that is on my penis is scorching hot, just enough heat for me to handle pinpointed in the most sensitive areas of my body. He moans and his tongue wriggles as he swallows convulsively. My dick jumps at the movement and I am forced to up my agenda for fear of coming too quickly. I wrap my free hand around the base of his cock and suck on him, drawing him deeper into my mouth, every heavy inch of him. He does the same to me. The sensation is enough for my eyes to roll back into my head. The hand that I have wrapped around his thigh slides down and grabs a handful of ass to pull him closer to me and deeper into my mouth. He does the same but with much greater force. I resist the urge to throw my leg over his head and shoulders to rut into his mouth. I have to pull back and the hand that was wrapped around him massages his balls as I play with his head. I spread my fingers along his butt to play with his crease and grazes over his opening. It convulses at the touch and I grin around the piece of flesh in my mouth and suck harder. Xander takes the bait and tries to shove his finger up my ass. I pull back and away from him. Embarrassment and alarm roils off of him.
“Hey, if you want to stick anything up my ass use lube, yeah? I’m finicky about being dry fucked.” I tell him. I twist around and grab the tube of lubricate off the end table and handed it to him. He obeyed the silent command and slicked up his fingers. I grabbed his oily hand and slicked my fingers with the excess, waste not and all that rot. I toss the lube to the end of the bed where it’ll be in easy reach but faraway enough so it wouldn’t get in the way and move to my former position of teasing the hell out of Xander Harris. He starts up mirroring me but, while I continue to play with his ass, he goes right for the finish line. His finger curls inside of me just right while his mouth goes to town on my cock. I moan around his erection but am forced to pull back and rest my head on his thigh for some much unneeded air. Soon, another finger is added to my rectum and another. Xander is mindlessly finger fucking me while he makes a valiant attempt at deep-throating me. Heat and arousal coil in my stomach as I grab his thighs like my unlife depends on it. His skin smells of sweat and that darker, thicker, honey-sweet smell of arousal. “Xan-” My throat feels dry from the increased air that I’ve been sucking in. I swallow and try again. “Xander. Xander, stop, luv. I’m going to blow if you don’t.” Xander swallows, curls his fingers deeper inside of me in that perfect place, and groans around my cock. My vision whites out, my arms and fingers grip his legs instinctively and I groan into his skin, listening to his blood rush under the surface. After a few moments, we disentangle and I pull myself up into a position not unlike sitting. He’s lying on his back, sweat-slicked and hard. I grab his dick and stroke it once with my lubed hand (that was just waiting for this) to get that tired, debauched, goofy smugness off his face and straddle him. I position myself and slam down onto his erection and start to fuck myself on his cock. Xander’s face was a mixture of surprise, horniness, and ecstasy. After a minute his hands wrap around my waist and he starts to counter my movement with an undulating motion that was like riding a boat or a bucking horse, but so much more fun. Xander stared at my face and bit down on his lower lip. He shifted suddenly, his fingers tightening on my hips, and then his knees were up against my back. He dug in his heels and thrust upward going deeper inside of me, I leaned back against his raised knees and pressed down sending his deeper still with a growl. The air was filled with pants, growls, groans, and moans as we tried to race each other to the finish. As it was he got me coming first before following me over the edge into ecstasy.
Afterwards, we lay side by side panting up at the ceiling. I grin suddenly and laugh. Xander looks over at me. “What?”
“She was right.” I say, laying my hand on my stomach.
“Who?”
“Anya. She said you were a Viking in bed.” He laughed too and then rolled over and kissed me. Our lips and tongue dueled lazily and a warm hand rested on my hip and thigh. He pulled back slightly.
“Ready for round two?”

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Author After Notes: That was hard to write. I must have gone through at least four different versions trying to find a place between what I wanted to happen which was Spike bottoming out for Xander’s sake, the rules of ff.net, and making sure it was still good. I think that I went a little over what the rules state for this sort of thing. Actually I know that I went over but really I couldn’t bring myself to pull it back anymore than I did without risking the structural integrity of the chapter, not to mention that I could have been much more graphic than I was and there was a lot of things I didn’t do that I could have. And that is all I’ll say in my defense.
Tropic