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The Invisible Scooby	By : QueenB Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 8805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Anya was feeling rather aggrieved. She’d sent Xander out for the invitations hours ago and he hadn’t returned. She’d gone around to all his friends but they hadn’t seen him. Willow was particularly unhelpful. She’d pointed that it wasn’t her job to keep tabs on Anya’s future husband. The underlying tension between the wiccan and the ex-demon hadn’t entirely faded in spite of Xander’s best efforts.
So here she stood, poised outside of Spike’s crypt, having run out of other places to look. Perhaps afterwards she could swing by the Bronze, though it seemed improbable that Xander would have stopped there after running such an important errand. She knocked at the door and, receiving no answer, pushed it open. “Spike? Are you in here?” Hearing voices coming from the back of the crypt, she cautiously made her way towards them.
Anya stepped around a pillar only to witness a bizarre sight. Spike was leaning against the edge of his bed, both arms braced against it, stark naked. As she watched in complete bafflement, she saw his hips bow back and forth again and again as if they were being forcibly prodded. He was also giving off soft cries and guttural moans. She frowned. It was odd--the noises he made were uncannily like those she heard from Xander when he was having sex with her.
“Spike? What are you doing?” Hearing Anya’s voice, Spike gave a girlish squeak and whirled around, stumbling awkwardly as he lost his balance. Anya caught a quick glimpse of his--erect?--cock just before he yanked off the bed sheet and wrapped it around his hips.
“Sodding hell, woman! Don’t any of you lot ever knock?”
“I did knock. You didn’t answer. What were you doing just now, anyway?”
Spike stared for a second and then blurted out, “Calisthenics.”
“Calisthenics? You mean, you were exercising? Why? Aren’t you permanently frozen in that body or something?”
He shrugged. “Look, just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I shouldn’t keep in shape. Got to keep fit in order to fight all those nasties out there, don’ I?”
She raised her eyebrows, staring in frank appraisal at the prominent bulge she could still make out under the sheet. “So how come you were naked? And why do you have a hard-on?”
He shifted uncomfortably as if trying to hide the raging erection he was sporting. “I can be naked in the privacy of my own home, can’t I? It’s not my fault if every Peeping Tom, Dick and Harry can come waltzing in here whenever they feel like it. Anyway, what are you doing here?”
Anya noted that he hadn’t answered her question about his boner but let it slide in pursuit of more important matters. “I’m looking for Xander. Have you seen him?”
“No,” Spike replied quickly.
Anya huffed with annoyance. “I sent him out hours ago to pick up the wedding invitations but he never came home. None of the others have seen him either. Honestly, you’d think he could remember something as important as invitations to his own wedding, but I bet I’ll have to remind him when he comes back. Or get them myself. I hope married life will be a lot easier to arrange than planning a wedding…”
Spike found himself tuning her out as she continued to ramble on about the wedding plans and her many responsibilities. Besides, he was finding it hard to concentrate. Xander’s tongue was tracing a slow path up his spine and the side of his neck. Feeling human teeth nibbling at his right earlobe, he could barely restrain a gasp.
He came back to an awareness of his surroundings only when he realized that Anya had stopped talking and was eyeing his chest. “What’s wrong now?”
She pointed. “I was just wondering why your nipples were erect.”
He gritted his teeth. Xander’s hands had reached around him and were idly circling and pulling at said nipples. He had to resist the urge to swat them away. “Well, I got overheated exercising and now that I’ve stopped, I’m cold again.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “I thought vampires didn’t feel the heat or cold.”
He rolled his eyes impatiently. “Sure we do, you silly bint, we just don’t suffer from it or complain as much as you humans do. Now, since I haven’t seen the whelp and you did interrupt me, why don’t you just sod off and get back to your life of grinding mediocrity?”
“Well, at least I don’t have to exercise to get all moist and excited,” she retorted. She turned to leave, pausing to add, “You know, Spike, you need to get yourself a real girlfriend.”
Spike didn’t move until he heard the crypt door shut and was certain she was gone. When she’d left, he sagged back onto the bed. “Bloody hell, that was close.” He felt the warmth from Xander’s body as he wrapped his arms around the vampire’s shorter frame.
“What was close? It wasn’t as if she could see me.”
Spike scowled and pulled himself away from Xander. “That’s the problem. No one can see you. It’s liberating, innit, to be able to go where you want, do what you want--or who you want.”
“Spike, if I wanted to turn myself into some sort of invisible sex machine, I’d be with Anya right now, not you. I told you, this was something--”
“--You wanted to do for a long time. Yeah, I heard you. But sooner or later the others are going to figure out what happened to you and find a way to bring you back and that’ll be the end of this, right?”
There was no immediate reply and Spike paused, trying to figure out where Xander was. He hated not being able to see the man. It had been an interesting novelty at first, being with an invisible sex partner, but now he felt at a distinct disadvantage. He could smell the man’s arousal--they’d been interrupted in the middle of another sexual bout after all--but he wasn’t sure what Xander was thinking.
“Spike, I thought you were enjoying what we were doing now. I didn’t know you wanted it to continue.” There was a short silence, then Xander said in a small voice, “Do you want it to continue?”
“Hell, yes,” Spike replied without thinking. He meant it, too. It wasn’t just the sex. The sex was incredible but what truly touched him was the sweetness Xander displayed afterwards: his caresses, his loving whispers and his kisses, alternately fiercely demanding and tranquil.
It wasn’t just passion, it was compassion, what he’d been sorely missing in his unlife. He’d also detected an echo of his own loneliness in the mortal, even though the man was practically on the eve of his marriage. After having listened to Anya’s self-involved rant, he could understand why the human might feel that way.
“Can we start now?” There was slyness in that tone and, as Spike felt that heat near him again, a finger slowly ran along the length of his erect cock. Spike’s moan was swallowed as Xander’s lips closed over his own.
The finger turned into a fist that began pumping steadily over Spike’s throbbing thickness and Spike held Xander fiercely around his neck as the man led him back to bed. The peroxide vamp drove up into that grip, reluctant to lose the passionate squeezing. Then he broke the kiss, regretfully pried away Xander’s hand from his cock and scrambled onto the bed on all fours. He rested his head down on his folded arms so his rump was presented up in the air.
Xander ran his hand over the milky white globes then pinched one cheek. “Turn over, Spike.”
Spike wriggled his arse enticingly. “What’s the matter, luv? Don’t you like what you see?”
Xander chuckled. “Absolutely. But I want to see your face. You’re so…beautiful.”
Spike’s eyes widened a little at the reverence in his tone and then replied wistfully, “I know you’re not exactly hard on the eyes either, pet. But it’s a little one-sided, don’ ya think, you being the only one who gets that privilege?”
There was a pause as if the brunette were considering the problem. “Wait a minute. I’ve got an idea. Move aside.” Spike looked back in curiosity as the bed linen apparently lifted of its own accord and draped itself in mid-air. Spike stared dumbfounded at the apparition before him. The material was soft and thin enough so that it molded itself somewhat to Xander’s upper outline. He could now make out the man’s general figure--including the erection tenting the front of the sheet.
Spike jumped off the bed and threw his arms around the clothed form. “Now that’s more like it.” He pressed his hands carefully around the head and the features came vaguely into view. He sucked avidly at Xander’s mouth, inserting his tongue as far as he could with the cloth in front of it. Xander’s tongue met his; their combined saliva moistened the sheet so the feel of it almost disappeared. Xander gently pushed back until both of them were on the bed again.
Spike pushed Xander down and ran his fingers lightly over the covered figure. His hands traveled all across his body as if he wanted to memorize and take in every part of the warm-blooded man. Spike let his hand rest briefly above Xander’s beating heart. He imagined the skin under the sheet flushed with arousal and need. What color were the man’s nipples, he wondered. Would they be pink? Closer to cherry? Or a warm dark brown like his eyes?
Suddenly he was swept with a fierce desire to see Xander in all his naked glory. If the Scoobies didn’t find a way to make him visible again, the vampire swore he would.
“Spike? Is anything wrong?”
The quavering voice from the sheeted figure brought him back to the hard, throbbing body next to him. Was he just going to sit there thinking when there was a naked man aching for his attentions? Spike shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong, pet. Jus’ thinking, is all.” He continued his ministrations by rubbing at and twisting Xander’s nipples almost hard enough to cause pain and then soothing away the hurt with his tongue when the man yelped. He brushed his fingers teasingly along the firm erection and fondled the balls while Xander twitched and moaned.
The mortal thrust his hips up, eager for greater contact. “More,” he gasped.
Spike grinned wickedly. “Tell me what you want, pet.”
Xander whimpered then reached up and grabbed at Spike. He fumbled a little; evidently he had trouble seeing through the sheet, now suffering from the same problem Spike had had. He drew him closer and whispered, “I want to fuck you again.”
Spike blinked. He’d never known Xander to curse like that. The man was definitely losing his inhibitions. He laid his entire length against the taller frame beneath him and began grinding slowly along him. Xander drew in shaking breaths every time Spike’s cock brushed over his.
Spike teased the mortal by giving him quick sucking kisses through the linen, enjoying the damp warmth from Xander’s breath. One of Xander’s hands came from under the sheet and began sweeping slowly up and down the blonde’s spine. He reached behind one buttock and began insinuating his fingers into Spike’s arse.
Spike trembled and spread his legs, giving Xander easier access. The brunette pressed firmly inwards. When he found the small nub of flesh inside, Spike gave a mewling cry and forced himself back onto Xander’s hand. Xander pumped his fingers in and out a few times, rubbing a little harder and longer with each successive pass. He relished the vibrations that went through his own body every time the vampire shook. He removed his fingers and stroked Spike’s thigh when the vampire made a sound of disappointment. Then he lifted up the smaller immortal and gently lowered him onto his cock.
The motion wrenched moans from both men. Spike gripped Xander’s hips and began raising himself on the heated flesh within him. When there was nothing but the head still inside, he paused then, without warning, slammed his body down hard. He groaned as his prostate was banged into; the pleasure was so sharp it sent all his limbs trembling. He rode up and down, squeezing his arse ferociously as he descended over the slick shaft.
Xander had to bite back a shriek at that grip. The constant flexing pressure around his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced and yet he longed for more. He pushed himself up until he was facing Spike and wrapped one hand around Spike’s neck, pulling him close for another kiss. He was startled to feel sharp fangs in the vampire’s mouth and jerked back in shock. “Spike?”
“Whu-what is it?” the vampire stammered in reply. He felt Xander’s unexpected fear and stopped moving although it was almost more than he could manage. A shaking hand drawn across his ridges alerted him to the reason behind the mortal’s sudden trepidation. Spike hadn’t even realized he’d vamped out. With an effort, he forced his face back to its usual human planes.
“Sorry, Xand,” he said nervously. He didn’t want to frighten the lad in any way. He was starting to care for him--almost more than he liked.
Xander rubbed Spike’s forehead in wonder. “It’s okay. I was just--you didn’t do that the other times.”
The blonde vamp turned away his head almost shyly. “I didn’t want to scare you off at the very start.”
Xander drew a deep breath and shifted. A shudder from the cool body reminded him that he was still buried inside the vampire. He leaned forward and licked at the hollow in Spike’s throat, delighting in the shiver it drew. “Go ahead, then. Don’t hold back.”
Spike was awed and humbled by this display of trust. “Are you sure?”
Xander smiled back even though Spike couldn’t see it. “I’m sure.”
The sheet had fallen away so Spike groped blindly for Xander’s shoulders and resumed his up-and-down motion. This time it was different. He listened carefully to Xander’s breathing, his heartbeat. Whenever he sensed the mortal was nearing his climax, he ceased his movement, stilling himself until Xander’s excitement subsided.
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The brunette couldn’t stand much more of this. It seemed as if he’d been hard forever but Spike wouldn’t let him cum. He reached forward, twisting and stroking Spike’s erection in an effort to bring the vampire off. But apparently stamina and control were two things vampires had in abundance.
“Dammit, Spike! Oh god…why….” Seeing a return of that evil grin, the mortal knew that Spike meant to keep him on the brink until he was good and ready.
Aching for release, Xander angled his hips upwards slightly. He was gratified to hear Spike squeal as if the motion had jarred something out of him. Realizing the alteration allowed him to rub the immortal’s prostate more frequently, Xander did it again. This time the squeal was more of a high-pitched wail and Xander started pumping his hips at that angle in earnest.
The blonde vamp lost his deliberate rhythm as the brunette’s thighs slammed into him. The human bounced Spike on his lap as if he was trying to buck him off. Spike couldn’t see Xander but he could hear the grunts the man made as he pistoned that moist length in and out of him and the noise increased the vamp’s excitement unbearably. His face changed again and he growled through his fangs. This time, the sight of his game face seemed to thrill the mortal; Xander’s thrusts became brutal in their intensity.
“Shit! That’s it! Fuck me, Xand, fuck me! Harder!” Spike rasped out. Spike’s hands clawed at Xander’s shoulders, his back bowing with the effort of impaling himself ever deeper on the human’s wet heat. “Xander, please!”
An edge of desperation crept into the blonde’s voice. Xander didn’t understand it; he was doing all he could to satisfy the demon but it obviously wasn’t enough. What more did he need?
The tremors coursing through his body every time Xander’s cock brushed against that sweet spot inside tortured the blonde almost beyond belief. The sensitive bundle of nerves was being pounded constantly, the man was stroking him exactly how he liked, but the feelings just weren’t complete.
He feathered his tongue along Xander’s jugular, exhilarated by the blood he discerned rushing just below the skin. The throbbing perfectly matched that of the pulsating flesh in his arse. In the past, he would have sunk his fangs into his sex partner as his crisis approached. The blood gushing into his mouth as Spike came would have brought him the most exquisite pleasure, but he didn’t want to, couldn’t, hurt Xander that way.
As his delirium spiraled even higher, the sensation was rapidly approaching the point of pain. He whimpered and drew the brunette’s face down to his neck, hoping he would understand.
Xander stiffened and slowed his rhythm somewhat. He wasn’t certain Spike wanted him to do that again but when he nipped hesitantly at the vampire’s throat, the blonde gave a frantic cry and pumped his hips even harder than Xander would have thought possible. He forced his teeth in harder and broke the skin.
It was evidently just what was lacking. Spike flung his head back and howled as his orgasm overtook him at last. His cock jumped with a life of its own and shot semen through Xander’s fist onto the man’s chest. The geyser-like action was so strong some of it even landed on the human’s face.
His arse tightened one last time around the prick sheathed inside him. It was the final stimulation Xander needed. When his climax hit, the sensation was so powerful he thought he would pass out. He tore his mouth away from the vamp’s neck and screamed aloud. The rippling from Spike’s inner walls continued to bring the long-delayed orgasm shuddering through his frame.
The two collapsed bonelessly, tangled in the sheet. Spike held the man close, waiting for the heaving breaths and accelerated heartbeat to regain some kind of normalcy. Seeing globs of fluid apparently hanging in the air, Spike started lazily cleaning them off with long delicate licks of his tongue.
Xander gulped for air. Then he pulled Spike away from his ministrations and rained tiny kisses all over the cooler face near him. He stopped briefly to pant, “Spike, that was….”
“Yeah, pet, I know. For me, too.” There was a moment of utter stillness in the crypt as each tried to recover from what had just happened.
“Spike,” Xander whispered, “I don’t want this to end.”
Spike nuzzled his throat. “Neither do I, luv. What do you want to do about it?”
Xander sighed miserably. “I don’t know. I love Anya. At least…most days I’m pretty sure I do. And then, there are days like today--I mean, even before I got turned into another member of the Fantastic Four--when I wondered why I was marrying her.” He drew a sharp breath after saying this as if the admission scared him.
Spike drew the sheet over Xander’s face so he could look into his eyes. “Sssshhh, luv. You--you don’t need to decide anything yet. Just sleep. When you wake up, your head’ll be clearer. You can think about what you want then.”
“Thanks, Spike.” Xander pulled the cloth away and gave Spike a gentle kiss on the lips that seemed almost chaste compared to the others they’d shared. Then he tucked his head into Spike’s shoulder.
Spike listened to the gradually slowing heartbeat. He let himself drift away to that quieting rhythm. In moments, both men were asleep.

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