City of Angels, City of Demons

Hello everyone! This will be my first in depth mpreg story. I’m trying for longer chapters with CoA, CoD but that doesn’t always work out the way I planned. In response to any questions about how my other stories chapters have really short chapters, it’s how they were first created and I try to update fast to make up for that. This is a Xander/ Spike story and the first chapter kind of just sets the scene. This will mostly be a PWP chapter but I promise that real journalism will follow! Bear with me and enjoy.


City of Angels, City of Demons

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It was an unusually quiet night in Sunnydale when Xander Harris went looking for Spike. He knew that the vampire was probably still sulking about Buffy turning him down.

Xander couldn’t imagine loving someone the way Spike did Buffy only to have her fuck him and then toss him away. It made Xander’s throat tight with indignant anger as he thought of Spike‘s shattered face.

Sure, Spike had been a total asshole to them before but he had changed, loving Buffy had changed him. She, more than anyone, should have known how hard it was for a vampire to be in love with a slayer after the whole Angelus fiasco.

So there Xander was, traipsing through a graveyard on a Friday afternoon. The sun was just sliding below the horizon and the world was painted red as if with blood.

Strangely enough all of his weekends in Sunnydale seemed to end up with him being in a crypt. An owl hooted overhead and Xander shivered.

The leaves on the trees were changing colors and the biting fingers of autumn were sending goose bumps over the skin of his arms. He knew he should have worn a jacket but it was too late now.

Heaving a six pack of beer, Xander came to the mouth of Spike’s crypt. Knocking quietly, he stuck his head around the open entrance door.

“Hello Xander. Come to gloat at a daft vampire?” Spike lay sprawled on a bed of furs in the middle of the room. Firelight from a small pile of sticks in a corner played on the alabaster skin of the undead warrior.

“Come on, Spike. You know that I would never make fun of you for what Buffy did. But-”, He paused as his eyes took in the dank recesses of the crypt.

“You can’t stay here. It’s cold and dark and kinda depressing. I know that’s probably what you’re going for right now but this is seriously bad karma. Why don’t you come home with me? It’ll just be for a few days- I know how much you hated the whole living with a human thing- but I would really appreciate it and it would make me feel so much better about this“, Xander blinked earnest brown eyes he knew no one could resist.

“Fine- Alright- just… don’t piddle on the rug. Has anyone ever told you that you’re bloody annoying?” Spike rose, muscles lambent under his skin. Tossing on a black t shirt, he ousted the fire and hustled Xander out the crypt.

“Don’t you have anything better to do with your Friday night?” Spike led the way to Xander’s apartment, having been there many times before.

“I do! I just wanted to cheer you up”, Xander could feel a blush rising as he vehemently denied being a loser.

’Which I am but what can I do? Ever since the whole leaving Anya at the altar thing, I’ve been all out of sorts. That must be why I keep thinking of Spike this way’.

“This Way” was referring to the way Xander found himself suddenly noticing things. Horrible, awful, apocalyptic, world endingly bad things.

Things like how even though Spike jelled his hair, it still looked soft to the touch.

Things like how Spike’s skin was ashen but glowed and how it contrasted delightfully with his own tanned skin.

Things like how Spike’s eyes were actually a gleaming blue that penetrated Xander‘s shields, something he had never noticed before.

These were indeed bad things to notice about Spike, especially when Xander was sure that the vampire was straight, was sure that he was straight until he started having these thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts, pet?” Xander gasped as he suddenly found himself the focus of Spike’s gaze.

“Uh…? We’re here!” Xander quickly fumbled for his keys, letting the taller vampire in the slightly run down apartment. Flipping on the lights was the first order of business.

“You can pick out some movies for us to watch if you want. I’ll go heat you up some blood and us some popcorn”, the black haired man hustled into the kitchen, abandoning his visitor at the door.

Spike blinked, used to the strange ways of Xander Harris and plodded to the living room, opening a can of the six pack he had taken from the human and flicking on the tele.

Shifting through the stacks of movies scattered under the TV stand, he chose a couple of his favorite cheesy vampire movies. The two men settled in for a long and fun filled night of degrading and dissecting the movies and chugging beer.

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Xander came awake with a start, the neon green light of his digital clock proclaiming the time to be 12:34 am.

He groaned as he felt his head swim when he tried to raise it from his rather contorted position half on and half off the couch. He had been drunk enough in his young life to realize that he was well and truly smashed.

He held back a moan as he dragged himself off the couch, bypassing Spike’s sleeping form sprawled on the floor and headed for his bedroom. He knew he was going to wake up with a killer headache but at least he would be in bed when he did.

He collapsed fully clothed and immediately started to wriggle out of his t shirt, cursing at his drunken impairment. He stopped for a moment as he thought he heard a noise.

“Shh!” He mock whispered chuckling quietly to himself as he unzipped and removed his jeans and boxers.

He sighed happily as he lay face up naked across his bed. His eyes weren’t even fully closed before he fell into Hypnos’ arms.


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A wet licking caress was what woke him. He squirmed deliriously as the feeling continued. He was dreaming of a gorgeous blond haired girl with large naked breasts who was licking his shaft.

He moaned hotly as that pink tongue rubbed the underside of his cock. He reached down to grab that long blond hair only to frown.

It was shorter now, and felt slightly stiff as if jelled. Blinking open his eyes he gasped as he took in the sight of Spike, his eyes gold and lambent as they gazed up that tanned toned body to meet Xander’s eyes.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Xander was reduced to incoherent babbling as that talented tongue stroked his shaft. His hips were lifting into that tight mouth, moaning so loud it was amazing he hadn’t already woken the neighbors.

He grabbed that surprising soft blond hair and held on as he was suckled hard into that hot vacuum. A slurping sound heralded Spike rising off Xander’s cock. Looking down at it Xander felt his cheeks heat.

He was so hard, the precum dripping steadily from that curved pink cock. He watched dazed as Spike licked his lips before sliding lower to mouth his balls. He was bucking now, the feeling was exquisite and he hadn’t had sex with anyone since Anya.

Spike slid that cock back into his mouth in time to catch the thick come that was streaming from a wailing Xander’s cock.

He gasped his breath the only sound in the room as he laid eagle spread on the mattress. He didn’t have time to think that he was being fucked by the man he had been lusting after for a while, as those insidious hands were already moving on his skin.

They were followed by his mouth, biting and pinching and suckling at Xander’s tender flesh. He withered and moaned as Spike found places on his body he didn’t even know were sensitive, like the inside of his arms and the backs of his knees.

The black haired man was an incoherent mass by the time Spike reached his chest. He gave a guttural sound as his nipples were pinched and twisted lightly. He was panting for breath when he was suddenly flipped on his stomach.

“Wha-?” Xander didn’t even have time to finish the thought before he felt his cheeks being spread and a slick wet appendage begin to tongue his hole.

He squeaked as he was laved deliberately, his hips arching backwards to get more of that forbidden caress.

”Augghh! Ahhh!” He dimly heard himself moaning high and broken as he squirmed in that firm hold, riding that hot tongue, trying desperately to get more of that touch.

He practically screamed as he was once more turned over and his legs were spread so wide open they ached.

“Wha-? Please…. Ohhh…please”, He begged as he looked up at those curiously golden eyes.

He spared a moment to wonder at the strangeness of those golden eyes when Spike hadn’t vamped out but was distracted at the feeling of a large blunt object brushing his sensitive opening.

”Ah!” Xander didn’t have time to say more as it started to penetrate him. It was deliciously cool to his hot insides as it slowly slid inside making the black haired man gasp in pain.

It was so big and it kept coming.

In, in, in, as Xander gritted his teeth through the burning sting. Spike bucked once more and seated himself with a single gliding thrust.

Xander twitched, his body unable to decide if he should shy away or move closer for more of the pleasurable sensation he felt sure was behind the pain.

He made a wordless sound of pleasure as Spike began to move. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. The burning stretch of his inner muscles only heightened the bliss singing through his nerves.

He found himself raking blunt nails across the vampire’s back causing him to hiss and ram into the heaving man faster.

They were afire for each other, lost in world brimming with pleasure. Xander thrashed and screamed but Spike held his hips mercilessly driving him towards another orgasm.

A high pitched cry announced Xander’s orgasm as his cock had been rubbing wetly between their stomachs the entire time. He felt blinded and overwhelmed as his cum splattered out between their shifting bodies.

He clung desperately as Spike continued to drive into him at a steady pace.

Spike wasn’t stopping!

Xander moaned as he realized that the vampire wasn’t going to come anytime soon.

It seemed to go on forever and somewhere in the middle Spike pulled out and sat Xander up in his lap, straddling the blond man’s thighs and spread open back to front.

He mewled happily as this was a deeper kind of penetration and Spike’s cock buried against his prostate making him jerk and flail.

He cried out as a cool hand wrapped around his hot aching cock and began to stroke it in time with the fiery thrusts. The hand tightened almost to the point of pain and Xander felt himself spurt, coating his thighs and Spike’s hands.

He gasped breathlessly as he was made to ride the pistoning cock inside of him.

Spike still hadn’t come!

Xander felt tears well in his eyes as his now quite sore cock was slowly but surely being revived by that cool gripping hand pumping it.

He didn’t think he could take anymore, it was too much!

It didn’t feel as good anymore but the sharp jolts of prickling arousal from the cock rubbing his prostate insistently were causing him to harden.

His balls felt like they contained rocks and his cock was on fire but he was hard again despite it all.

”Please! Please Spike! I- I want to… let me…. Please!” Xander managed to gasp out between hard bounces on that cool member.

A deep growl shivered down his spine and Xander’s cry was desperate as he came once more, only a few dribbles bubbling from the top of his sore cock.

He shivered as a cool splash of wetness erupted inside of him and he was bitten, the feel of fangs piercing his flesh making him moan.

A flash of heat spread through him and he trembled as he felt a bond snap into place.

The last thing he recalled before he slipped into unconsciousness was the being lifted off that cool cock with an ass clenching slide and pulled into a cool comforting embrace.



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The blaring of his alarm clock was what woke Xander Harris and he shifted blearily before reaching over and turning it off.

He smiled as he snuggled closer to that cool hard flesh that seemed to take over his entire bed. Rubbing his hands across the hard object, he frowned.

He didn’t have such a cool and muscled pillow did he?

He blinked open big brown eyes and gasped as he looked up into cool blue ones.

“Hello, pet. I don’t suppose you can tell me why I woke up tonight with my cock in your arse?”

Spike arched a blond brow and smirked as Xander scrambled away from the nude vampire.

’Oh. My. God. I had sex with Spike. I had really, really good sex with Spike’, Xander squeaked and sat up frantically looking for his clothes. He winced as pain shot through his lower back, and blushed as he realized what had caused it.

“We- I mean I was sleeping and you… you came in and you…” Xander punctuated this rather stilted talk with vague hand motions.

“It’s alright; let’s just forget it ever happened okay? I mean you’re no’ gay are you? So it must have been horrible for you. I’m sorry but let’s not tell anyone about it alright? I’d better go though. There’s not much night left”, Spike rose and padded naked around the room, retrieving his clothing.

Xander gulped as he took in acres and acres of hard pale flesh rippling with muscles. Spike had rubbed that body against his all last night and Xander shifted as he felt his cock harden treacherously.

A glance at the clock showed that it was four am and they had indeed slept all day and through most of the night.

Xander struggled to think of something to say as he watched Spike don his clothing and finger comb his disheveled blond hair.

He longed to tell him that it wasn’t a mistake that, he had loved what they did, had wanted it for so long but the words wouldn‘t come in the face of the indifferent vampire.

So there he sat, watching forlornly as the vampire who made love to him walked out the door and out of his life.