Icabod Crane Meets Spike

Title: Icabod Crane Meets Spike
Author: WarpedMindedYaoi and NightmareAhead
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) & Sleepy Hollow (Movie)
Pairing: Spike/Ichabod
Warning: male/male sex
Summary: Ichabod Crane meets a dashing vampire named Spike.
Disclaimer: We do not own BtVS or Sleep Hollow or any of their characters.
Note: This is a role-play between WarpedMindedYaoi and NightmareAhead. Warped = Ichabod. Nightmare = Spike.

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Spike finished draining his second body of the night and let the body fall to the ground carelessly. This was one of the men who he had overheard talking about calling in a specialist to determine just what was going on in their small town. Spike had been there for a little over a week and had been killing left and right, not caring about anyone figuring out it was him. But now that a specialist was called in, he was pissed. Leaving the body on the ground, he left the ally to return to the barn he had been staying in during the day. The sun would be up soon.

Ichabod let out a deep breath as he was taken by carriage to the city where suspicious neck wounds were being found on a large amount of corpses.

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Ichabod swiped some of his brown hair back behind his ears and he cocked his head as he examined the body of the man found dead on his arrival. Ichabod was the only one outside in the dark, using a lamp to examine the dead man, before the body wagon got there.

Spike was sick of watching the man inspect the body he had killed the night before. He took a few steps out from the darkest shadows he was hiding in, in the alley.

"So I'm guessing you're the "specialist" that the town has called in?" he asked as he sauntered up and stopped a few feet from the man.

Ichabod was startled and a few of his items went flying into the air. "Terribly sorry. I am a bit jumpy. The long ride was tiring. I'm sure you understand, Mr...?" He stood up and looked closely at the blonde that sauntered over to him and practically oozed sex appeal.

"Spike. Just Spike, mate," he said as he smiled cockily and fingered the railroad spike he kept in his back pocket, figuring he would kill this man as a lesson to the towns people. "And you would be...?"

Ichabod smiled as he reached out a hand to shake Spike's. "I'm Ichabod Crane. It's really a pleasure to meet you. But, I have a feeling you’re not even from this town, so me talking so frank to you was rude. I'm really very sorry," he gave an apologetic smile, his eyes showing that he was sincere.

Figuring he had nothing better to do that night, Spike decided to play along. He smiled and shook the man's hand. "Just passing through. And don't worry about apologizing, I took no offense." He walked over to the body and hissed in pretend displeasure. "So what do you think did this then, mate?"

From seeing a headless horseman a fortnight ago, Ichabod could believe anything now. And from stories his mother told him when he was little, and books Katrina read. He had a feeling vampires did these murders. But he had no idea how to tell anyone else those assumptions.

He smiled at the blonde and gave a relaxed stance, "I have my suspicions. But enough about this and that. How are you, my good friend?"

Spike growled under his breath, wanting to know if this human had and suspicions of vampires or not. "I'm good, mate. Been traveling for a while," he forced himself to answer pleasantly.

Ichabod was starting to like this man. "Do you believe in, spirits, and unexplainable phenomena?" He was leaning close to the other man, his eyes wide with happiness. He was going to share his stories with the other man, and hope and pray he won't be shunned.

Spike arched an eyebrow and thought about blowing the man off, but figured he had nothing to loose. "Yeah, I do. Most people don't but they're bloody stupid."

Ichabod let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God. My good man, please walk with me until the body wagon gets here?" He gently grasped Spike's hand and started to walk with him, not even noticing he was holding the blonde's hand. "I was out of town, in a small village where there were suspicious murders happening almost every night. People's heads were cut right off and the head was stolen. Well, imagine my surprise when I realize the murderer is 'The Headless Horseman'. I thought the town was looney, right round the bend. But one night I was talking with the Magistrate right out of town. All of a sudden the wind picks up and everything goes quiet. Then lightening flashed and a man with no head on his horse sprinted up to the magistrate and me, and he started to run up a small incline. The horseman caught up and swung his sword, cutting off the magistrate's head! I was collapsed on the ground and the head started to roll towards me, and I tried to back up, but it bumped in between my legs. The Horseman turned around and started to ride quickly back towards me, his sword facing at an angle. I thought for sure I was next! But, all of a sudden his sword swiftly moves down and impales the head, not even wanting me. Then I fainted," he said the last sentence with a flush of embarrassment.

Spike laughed aloud and clapped his arm around Ichabod's shoulders. "Better men than you have passed out at less, mate. Don’t worry about it."

Just then the body wagon arrived and the men hopped off the cart to hoist the body on. Spike stood back and watched as the men handled the body carelessly and he scoffed. These human's didnt have any respect for their dead, not that it mattered to Spike, but it was just more confirmation of the stupidity of the species.

Ichabod was frowning deeply and he started to yell at the men, "Honor the dead men! Have you no respect?!" He walked over and gently moved the body around, and placed the hands on the body’s chest. "Make your way to heaven, my good man," he prayed as he sighed sadly. He turned back and blushed when he saw Spike near him, "I… I just couldn't let them treat a person like that, even though they have passed on."

Spike nodded his head slightly to show that he understood. Ichabod had just gone up in his book, but that still didn't mean he wasn’t going to kill him. He stood back and watched as the body wagon pulled away and down the cobblestone street.

Ichabod clutched his arm when a poor man begging for money came up to Ichabod, with a knife in his hand. "Just back away, and you will not be harmed." He promised the old man, which made the poor peasant thrust his arm forward threateningly, catching Ichabod across the arm. But Ichabod still stood in front of Spike to protect him, even though he himself was hurt. "Get away you old fool!"

Angry that someone planned on killing what was his to kill, Spike moved out from behind Ichabod and snapped the old man's neck in the blink of an eye. He let the body fall to the ground, not bothering with the blood of an old dirty man.

Ichabod heard a squeak of terror and realized it was himself that did that. He backed away slowly. "So... are you the vampire that has been killing the people in this city?" He felt hurt and betrayed, just because he felt so close to this man that he told secrets to.

"Yeah, that would be me," Spike answered simply as he smiled cockily. "And now that you know, I can’t let you wander off to tell the rest of the town, so you're coming with me, mate." He darted forward and quickly punched the man before him, knocking him unconscious. Before the body hit the floor, Spike scooped him up and threw him over his shoulder. He carried the man back to the barn he was staying in and used some old rope to tie him up. As he did so, he tried desperately to ignore the voice in his head that was asking why he didn’t just kill the fool and be done with it.

Ichabod let out a groan of pain as he slowly came to. "Who… who are you?" his voice was wavering, showing how scared he really was. "I trusted you!" he yelled as he struggled to get out of the ropes that were keeping him tied up.

Spike sat down on a pile of hay and groaned, he had been hoping the man would stay out long enough for him to get some sleep.

"I told you, mate, I'm Spike. And I didn’t force you to trust me. You did that all on your bloody own."

Ichabod looked away, feel tears of frustration, and sadness fill his eyes. "I was hoping we could have become friends or companions," he whispered. "I won't even tell anyone you are the killer, as long as you only go after the drunks, prostitutes, and the robbers," he looked up hopefully.

Spike laughed harshly and looked over at the tied up man. "Why should I do that when I can just kill you and continue on like I always have?" he asked with an arched brow and a smirk.

Ichabod looked down ashamed he just told the vampire that he liked him. "Because you like me too?" he asked hopefully. He sighed as he tried to get comfortable, "Could you please at least untie me, I won't try anything."

Spike sighed and got up to untie the man, figuring if he did try anything he was faster. He cut the ropes and threw them to the side before going back and lying back in the pile of hay. Running a hand over his hair, he tried to figure out what to do with the human now.

Ichabod rubbed his wrists tiredly. "Thank you," he sighed. He moved over and sat down beside Spike, and looked at him, "How old are you? I mean, when were you 'turned'? Is that the word. I don't know much about them except from what my mother told me when I was little. She was a light witch, and my father a bible thumper, and he murdered, just to save her soul," he said bitterly.

Spike nodded his head, "Turned is the right word. I was 24 at the time. Had just left a party and was walking down an ally when my Dark Princess turned me." He sighed as he though about Dru. She had run away with another demon about a month ago, leaving Spike on his own.

Ichabod frowned and moved closer to Spike, putting his arm on the blonde's shoulder. "I'm sorry that you got turned. But… does she not... stoke your fires?" What he meant was, 'Does she turn you on, or do you go for other... tastes?'

"Vampires tend to like both forms of the human body, pet," Spike answered the shy man’s question. "What about you? What turns your crank?"

Ichabod blushed and turned away, "I... I never really tried to notice. My mother thought it was fine either way, but father, he beat it into me that liking the same sex was... unnatural. So all my life I have tried being who I am not." He looked at Spike with his chin high. "I am sure I fancy men more than the women."

"Good on ya, mate," Spike smiled and patted Ichabod's shoulder. "So you got a bloke back home, or what?"

Ichabod flushed and shook his head fiercely. "No! I have never told anyone about this. I… I never really came to terms about it, till I met you, and got to talk to you," he smiled shyly.

"Glad I could be of service, pet," Spike commented sarcastically. He sighed and laid back in the hay. Now what to do about the human?

Ichabod coughed delicately and moved his other hand toward Spike's. "Can we... kiss? See if I like it and maybe if you like it too?" he asked hesitantly.

Spike eyed the human before shrugging his shoulders and sitting back up. "Sure. Why the bloody hell not," he answered as he moved in and attached his lips to Ichabod's

Ichabod whimpered immediately and latched his arms around Spike's neck, and pulled the other on top of him as he laid back onto the hay.

Spike continued to kiss Ichabod as his hands roamed over the man's body. He pulled his shirt out from his pants and ran his hand underneath, feeling the warm skin.

Ichabod gasped as he broke the kiss. "I-I, uh. Is it normal to be this forward when kissing someone?" He reached out and gently pulled Spike's button shirt apart. And he leaned forward and kissed a light pink nipple.

"Don't care," Spike mumbled as he pulled the man back into a kiss while he removed both of their shirts.

Ichabod gasped as the cool air hit his skin, making him get goosebumps. "Show me how to do all this, please," he begged as he spread his arms out to show he was Spike's.

Spike growled and had to force himself not to go into game-face. "Just do what feels right, pet," he instructed as he undid their pants and pulled Ichabod's down.

Ichabod shivered, and made aborted movements to cover himself. Nobody has ever seen him naked before, except his mother when he was a babe. "C-Can I see you naked first?" he asked hesitantly, almost shyly.

Spike shrugged and stood up before removing his pants. He placed his hands on his hips and smiled cockily. "You like?"

Ichabod nodded and reached out a hand to touch the tip of Spike's cock, "You’re so enchanting," he whispered breathlessly. He pulled his trousers off the rest of the way and then his under garments. He felt his cheeks heat up as he lay naked. In front of a vampire no less!

Spike got back down on his knees and moved to he was on top of Ichabod. He knew the man was still wary about him being a vampire so, just for fun, he bent down and licked a line from his shoulder to his ear, growling the whole time. "You want me to fuck you, pet?" he whispered huskily into Ichabod's ear when he reached it.

Ichabod blushed at the crude word. "Why use such a foul word for something so beautiful?" He shut his eyes as his neck was licked. He didn't know if the vampire was going to bite him or not. But if he did die tonight, it would be the best night of his life. "Yes..."

Spike grinned and nipped at Ichabod's throat with blunt teeth. "Good answer, luv." He got up and searched the barn for anything he could use as a lubricant. Finding a tub of animal fat, he decided it would work nicely and took a handful before returning to the pile of hay. He covered three fingers and his cock before moving down the man's body and quickly taking his cock into his mouth as he pushed in the first finger.

Ichabod let out a cry of ecstasy, his heart pounding as his cock was sucked for the first time ever. He didn't even notice the first finger. "Spike," he whimpered, his back arching to push his cock into the cool mouth more.

Spike grinned around the cock in his mouth and took more of it in as he added the second finger. He paused to allow Ichabod to adjust before he started to move the fingers in and out, slowly working the hole looser. When he felt he was ready, he added the third and final finger, stretching Ichabod's ass wide enough for his cock.

Ichabod's legs were spread wide as he moved back and forth to take more of Spike's fingers, and the sinful mouth. "Ah! Good lord!" He reached down and pulled Spike off his cock, "Don't want to cum yet."

Spike gave the cock one last lick before removing his fingers and moving up Ichabod's body, placing his cock at his open hole. "You ready for this, pet?" he didn't know why he was double checking to see if the man wanted it, normally he wouldn’t, but he wasn't going to pause long enough to contemplate it.

Ichabod nodded as he panted for breath. "Yes, I'm fully ready." He shifted his hips to try to get Spike into him faster, which he knew was probably a bad idea, but he didn't care.

Spike growled as he slowly entered the man below him. He had never bedded a human before so he was unprepared for the heat that enveloped his cock. "Bloody hell," he groaned when he was balls deep inside.

Ichabod moaned deeply as he grabbed Spike and pulled his head down to kiss him hard and rough. "Mount me hard and fast." He cried out, his hole fluttering around Spike's cock.

Spike started to pant for unneeded breath and fucked Ichabod fast and hard. He tried not to, but quickly went into game-face and growled loudly, baring his fangs. After a while, he felt himself nearing the end and held back the need to bite into Ichabod's neck.

Ichabod looked deeply into the yellow eyes of this supposed monster. But he felt it too deep down, the need to be bitten. He tilted his head to the side as he squeezed his legs around Spike's waist. "Ah, sweet lord," he cried out as he started to cum.

Spike roared as he leaned down and bit deeply into the offered neck. As soon as the iron rich warm blood hit his tongue he started to cum, biting deeper to mark the man under him forever. When his orgasm subsided he removed his cock and fangs gently, licking the wound closed with small licks.

Ichabod shivered as he looked up nervously, "What did you do when you bit me?" he asked in awe as he reached up and touched the bright red vampire mark on his neck. "I-It feels like it is pulsing."

Spike rolled over onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. "I claimed you. Now no vampire or demon will even go near you without going through me first. It's an honor to wear my mark, pet," he smirked.

Ichabod looked at Spike nervously, "So you’re going to just bite me, claim me, and let me go? What are we? Together, or... pals that fuck around?" he asked honestly confused.

"You're mine. Simple as that," Spike said and shrugged his shoulders, as if it should be obvious. "You stick with me now. We'll travel the world, pet. You'll like it."

Ichabod leaned his head on Spike's shoulder and closed his eyes peacefully, his lips lightly pressing against the vampire's cheek. "That would be nice," he sighed softly.

The End.

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