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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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Notes: Lyrics are from Anthony Rapp’s album Look Around. The song is “Just Some Guy”

So he’s holding me in his arms
And he’s giving me sweet little kisses
And he’s telling me he’ll never harm me
And he’s whispering how wonderful this is

Xander was muttering under his breath as he walked--something he’d been doing for awhile. “ ‘Listen, Anya, this thing with Spike--it just happened.’ Nah, she won’t believe that. ‘Um, he’s really hot looking. Hey, you’ve said so often enough! I got curious and thought I’d try it once. Or twice.’ ‘You know, you often talked about a three-way with another guy, I thought I’d give it a whirl, see if I liked it, and, oh boy, did I ever!’” He paused. “Okay, maybe not so much enthusiasm when I break the news to her.”
Once again, his mind started replaying the last few hours. He’d gone out to pick up the wedding invitations for his upcoming wedding, got turned invisible and then got hit by a bout of insanity. Yeah, that was it! The spell or whatever it was had made him temporarily lose his mind!
He smiled in relief at this easy explanation then frowned. He wanted to keep seeing Spike and the idea of having to hide it and lie to everybody, including his fiancèe, made him deeply uncomfortable. Besides, he was essentially cheating on her.
Yep, there was no getting around that basic ugly truth. He had committed infidelity on his beloved Anya with a creature of the night. And not just any creature, oh no. This was Spike, the bleached blonde vamp who’d been a thorn in the side of the Scooby gang for way too long.
But the Spike he’d been with was…different. He’d been kinda sweet, not nearly so snarky. But that could have been just the sex talking. Yeah, that had to be it. Once the novelty wore off, the Blonde Ambition would get bored with him and just forget it. Right?
God, I hope not.
He stopped before the door of his apartment. On the way over, he’d had to step pretty lively to avoid bumping into bypassers. It had made the ordinary business of walking a nerve-wracking chore; he wondered how Anya would take it. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys (as invisible as the rest of him) and carefully opened the door. He didn’t want to frighten Anya, not when he had such a bizarre revelation.
Okay, first I tell her about the invisibility. Let’s get that fixed. Plenty of time to tell her about the vampire sex later. He took a deep breath and pushed the door softly open.
As he moved into the living room, he was surprised to find Anya talking to some woman whose back was to him. They were chatting and giggling in a way that he’d come to learn through years of listening to Willow signified “girl talk.”
“And he makes this really funny face when he cums, it’s so cute!” Anya gushed. Xander could feel himself blushing scarlet. The woman was discussing their sex life again! Next she’d probably start talking about the Batman underwear he used to wear to bed before she made him throw them out.
The other woman placed down the teacup she was holding. “So you’re marrying him for the sex?”
Anya protested, “It’s not just the sex, although that’s pretty great. He’s brave, kind, has the sweetest smile and a good body. He was really there for me during those first rocky months when I was still adjusting to being human--after D’Hoffryn and the rest of you turned your backs on me, I might add.”
The rest of them? What the hell--who was she talking to? Who was this woman? Just as he considered moving closer, the woman turned her head and Xander caught sight of her face for the first time.
It took all his self-control not to scream. Her face was a hideous mass of veins and slightly purplish in color like a big bruise. She was one of the most hideous things he’d ever seen.
Thing? Holy crap. This was a demon! And apparently, one that Anya knew well judging by the frankness of her conversation.
The other woman, demon, whatever, resettled herself more comfortably and said, “Look, Anyanka, I didn’t want to shun you, believe me. You’re one of my closest and dearest friends, but you--changed. You became human. It’s not like we could continue to hang out or anything. And now you’re going to marry one of these--things.” Xander could hear the distaste in her voice. “Honestly, how could you bring yourself to do it? I’m sure he’s nice and all, but he’s just a man. You spent over 11 centuries torturing and killing men like him.”
“Not like him. Xander’s different,” Anya staunchly replied.
The woman--no, demon--shrugged. “Well, where is he then? I’d like to meet this stunning wonder.”
Anya hesitated and for the first time Xander heard doubt in her voice. “I don’t know. I sent him out to pick up the wedding invitations. That was hours ago and he hasn’t come back.”
“Maybe he’s not as committed to this wedding as you are. Human males can get very skittish when it comes time to tying the knot.” She sounded sympathetic but Xander could hear the nasty glee running under her voice.
Anya scowled. “Xander’s very committed. We’ve been going together for months now and we’ve been through a lot. I mean, he stood by my side during an impending apocalypse, for goodness sake! That’s not something you just walk away from, Halfrek.”
The demon looked down at her nails. “Whatever. Again--where is he?”
Xander cleared his throat loudly, causing both women to start. “Uh, Anya? You’ll never guess what happened to me today!”
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Spike sat in his chair staring blankly at the telly. Xander had woken up well before he did and had started quietly getting dressed. But Spike was ordinarily a very light sleeper. He’d woken when Xander stirred and felt hurt when he realized the dark-haired man meant to sneak out without saying goodbye.
“Leaving so soon, pet?” he drawled to the empty air.
There was a faint rustle, and then he felt a warm hand drifting along his cheekbones and across his lower lip. “I have to, Spike. I have to become visible, for one thing. Then there’s the whole Anya business. She’s not going to take this well, you can bet on that.”
“So, you’re going to tell her then?” Spike tried to be nonchalant but he felt his undead heart leaping for joy.
Xander was going to come clean about them. Mind you, he wasn’t so sure that was such a good idea. Anya might be human but she was perfectly capable of casting a vengeance spell. She might even summon up one of her old demon buddies to hurt Xander if she got really brassed off. Still, the fact that the man was willing to tell about their little tryst moved Spike immensely. It was more than the Slayer was willing to do.
Remembering Buffy caused Spike a moment’s concern. She didn’t love him, but she might be inclined to get upset if she found out he was banging hips with one of her little gang. Maybe he could keep seeing them both. The idea excited him for a moment, but then he realized the ensuing complications would far outweigh any pleasure he’d get.
His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle kiss from Xander. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the soft, wet penetration of tongue before the unseen pressure was withdrawn. He had to resist pulling Xander back. “When will you be coming back, pet?”
“As soon as I can, Spike.”
He hadn’t heard from or seen anything of him since. Of course, the lad might still be invisible, in which case, Spike wouldn’t be seeing him. But right now he would have welcomed an invisible Xander, vampire Xander, purple Xander, or any variation thereof, if only he would return.
At last the vampire decided to get dressed. He’d go hunting up the Slayer and see if he could worm some information about Xander’s status out of her.
But there was no sign of Buffy. He came around to the house only to find Dawn sitting up with Tara. Neither of them had seen or heard from Buffy, Willow or Anya. By their calm attitudes, he gathered that they hadn’t learned about Xander’s vanishing act.
He considered calling the apartment but didn’t know what he’d say if Anya answered the phone. “Oi, seen your hubby-to-be around?” Yeah, that would go over well.
Where could he be?
After hours of fruitless searching, only slightly relieved by beating up a couple of polgaran demons for their cash, Spike returned wearily to his crypt. He wondered if Buffy might have popped in to question him about Xander’s “disappearance” but a quick sniff around the crypt didn’t reveal any new traces of the Slayer’s telltale odor.
He shrugged off his coat and sagged into the chair in front of the telly. He was feeling a little discouraged. Okay, make that a lot. Even if Xander returned to the land of Technicolor, that was no guarantee he’d want Spike again. Chances were, this was just a wild indulgence the whelp had allowed himself before he hooked up with his precious ex-demon bint.
But he had said he’d come back. He’d said he wanted to continue their--what? Relationship? Face it, Spike m’boy, it was a casual spree for the kid, just the way it is for the Slayer.
Spike growled at the thought. Sod it, he was always being dumped! No, the man had been sincere when he’d left, Spike was sure of it. Xander had sounded so passionately wanting while he’d been in Spike’s arms. It must have meant more to him than a pre-marital fling.
Thinking of what they’d done together caused Spike to feel a little restless. One hand strayed down and unzipped the front of his jeans. He drew out his cock and began slowly rubbing it. He closed his eyes, trying to recall Xander’s hand caressing him just the way he liked it.
Spike opened his eyes again and gave a grunt of frustration. His own hand was too cold to mimic Xander’s touch successfully. Getting an idea, he tossed off his clothes and walked over to his bed. Completely naked, he rolled himself up in the sheets.
The warmth from Xander’s body was long gone, but the linen was still imbued with his scent. When the vampire concentrated and inhaled deeply, he could detect traces of Xander’s bodily fluids. The lad’s sweat, his cum, even some saliva--it was all delightfully in evidence. It wasn’t quite the same as his body heat but it would help fuel Spike’s fantasy.
He wrapped himself as tightly as he could without impeding his own movements too much. Then Spike resumed his slow stroking. He shut his eyes and imagined Xander’s mouth on his, moving down to suck his throat, descending to bite one of Spike’s nipples. Spike licked his fingers and began tugging and twisting the nub.
“Yeah, that’s it, pet. Bite ‘em, hard as you like. Ooh, that’s how I like it,” he murmured to the empty air. The tugging on his cock gradually increased in tempo as Spike became caught up in his scenario. Xander’s wet tongue was making its way to Spike’s aching member. The brown-eyed man’s sweet mouth was just fitting over the head and making its torturous way, fraction by fraction, over Spike’s cock.
Spike arched his back, causing the throbbing length to brush against the wound sheets. The friction was good, almost as good as a heated mouth encircling him. He pulled on his cock furiously, going even faster.
Xander’s head was bobbing between his legs, the dark hair brushing against Spike’s thighs. (Okay, his hair was much shorter now than when Spike had first met him but, hell, it was his fantasy.) Spike could almost see him now, the image was so sharp. It even seemed as if the scent from Xander’s body was getting stronger as well.
The odor swept into his nostrils and encouraged him to continue. He gathered the sheets tighter and pictured himself in Xander’s embrace. The tan, muscular body, firmed up by months of construction work, was wrapped around his smaller frame. Spike coated his fingers with precum and began gradually inserting them into his arse.
“That’s what I want. Harder, luv, harder, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for it. Give it to me, oh god, Xan, harder, faster!” Spike was fisting his cock rapidly now while his other hand pumped in and out of his arse. He turned the digits so that his prostate was being prodded repeatedly.
Spike thrashed on the bed as the phantom Xander in his mind plunged his cock over and over again into the depths of the vampire’s cool body. He could hear the boy’s gasping breath, feel the slap of his balls as they spanked the crack in his arse. Now he could even perceive the boy’s heartbeat as he rammed himself ever quicker into Spike’s cold passage.
“Fuck me! That’s it, shit, I’m so close, luv, don’t stop, for fuck’s sake, don’t stop!” Spike’s hips snapped up one last time as the imaginary Xander’s galloping body finally rode him to the finish. His cock leaped in his fist as he came all over his stomach.
He settled back onto the bed, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. He was panting hard even though he didn’t need to breathe. Damn, that had been good. But now he’d be lying in a puddle of his own cum until it dried.
Still, the release would tide him over until the dreamy mortal he was waiting for finally arrived. Spike sighed and opened his eyes to see--
“XANDER!!?!”
The vampire stared in amazement, too stunned to move. The man was standing before him in all his magnificent color. He’d washed and changed his clothes--Spike could smell the recent application of soap and laundry detergent. But overriding all else was the intense smell of male desire. Xander’s pupils were dilated and the vampire could see his erection outlined against the front of his pants.
Xander licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the image the naked blond presented lying amidst the rumpled sheets. “Spike, I-I came as soon as I could. I knocked on the crypt door but no one answered.”
“Yeah, pet, I’ve been getting a lot of that lately,” Spike smirked.
Xander still stood there motionlessly beside his bed. Spike’s smile faded a little as he realized the mortal wasn’t moving. “Pet? What is it? You didn’t come to…” His voice trailed away. Oh shit, not another rejection. I don’t think I can take this again.
Xander started and shook his head. “Gosh, no, Spike. It was just the sight of you there, jerking off and calling me…it was, I mean, I’ve been thinking of you for hours but it was still such a shock to see you like that.”
“Likewise, luv.” Spike swept his eyes eagerly over the tall brunette. He’d been mortified when he realized Xander must have caught him wanking off and heard him shouting his name. But any embarrassment was immediately forgotten in a renewal of his longing for the man. When his eyes rested again on the bulge in the mortal’s pants, he grinned and shoved aside the sheet covering him. “Care for another go-around, then?”
Xander lunged towards him at these words and pulled Spike up towards him for a torrid kiss. His tongue explored and re-acquainted itself with Spike’s mouth as the vampire returned the favor. Spike was a little taken aback by the man’s urgency. He sensed there was more than simple lust behind it but he’d been aching for Xander too long to question it.
When Xander began undressing himself, Spike stopped him. “Hang on a bit, pet. Let me do it. I’ve been waiting to see you and I don’t want to rush.”
Xander was impatient but, true to his word, Spike took his time. He undressed Xander slowly, kissing and licking each inch of his flesh as it was revealed to him.
Xander closed his eyes, trembling slightly at the feeling of that cool tongue running down his chest. Wow, he’d missed that, he truly had. He jumped as those chill arms enfolded him in the vamp’s embrace. Spike’s naked bod was pressed against his own; he hadn’t even noticed he’d been completely stripped.
The blonde pulled that warm body back onto the sheets. Spike leaned over and gazed greedily at the man he’d been thinking about for hours. The tall, broad frame was even more fetching than he had envisioned. He hadn’t realized what a luscious form had been hidden under those baggy clothes the man always wore.
Xander’s nipples were erect and a brilliant sex flush had turned them dark cherry red. He was panting softly through kiss-swollen lips and his eyes had darkened to near black. The want in them stirred Spike and he bent his head to chew at the plump nubs. He swirled his tongue downwards, dipping into the navel, and buried his nose in Xander’s coarse pubic hair. He began licking and nibbling the flesh of Xander’s thighs, running his tongue along the wrinkled sac.
The mortal let out a whimper. Spike was giving him the most thorough attention except where he needed it most and he knew the vampire was tormenting him again. He bobbed his hips up to get his cock near Spike’s mouth, but the vampire easily eluded him. He held the mortal’s thighs down and his greater strength made it impossible for Xander to move. The man tossed his head as he knotted his fists in the sheets. He cast his mind about for something that would hurry up the process and remembered why he’d come back.
“Spike,” he whispered roughly. “Please--fuck me.”
Spike stopped what he was doing and frowned. He recalled what had happened the last time he’d attempted doing what Xander asked for so plaintively. “Can’t, luv. This pesky ole chip makes that a problem. Getting zapped sorta puts the damper on sex, you know.”
Xander gestured towards his jacket. “I know and I brought something with me. I-I thought it would help.”
Spike raised his eyebrows and got up from the bed, though he was reluctant to move away from the warm body so enticingly laid out for him. He rummaged in Xander’s pockets and came up with a large tube of Astroglide. He cast a knowing grin at the man.
So the whelp came prepared this time. Let’s see what happens when we put this stuff to use.
He scrambled back onto the bed and crouched next to the mortal. Ignoring Xander’s sighs and the hand insistently stroking his thigh, he uncapped the tube and began coating his fingers with the gel. Xander poked him slightly. “May I?” Spike handed it to him, curious to see what he’d do next.
Xander spread some of the slick liquid onto his hands and began sliding it onto Spike’s member. The vampire hissed softly at that touch. Oh yeah, this was so much better than his own cold fingers. Even during his fantasies, he’d sorely missed the heat Xan provided.
When he was thoroughly coated, he reached beneath Xander’s sac and began circling the puckered hole with his finger. Then he swooped down and swallowed Xander’s throbbing cock in one gulp.
A startled yelp greeted this action. After waiting vainly for Spike to give him the release he craved, this abrupt gesture caught him completely off guard. Now he was being sucked by a vacuum-like mouth that worked at him until Xander thought the top of his head was going to come off.
Spike knew from experience that the release of a blowjob would loosen up a man enough to relax his sphincter. Sure enough, his expert attentions were causing Xander’s pretty brown hole to open to his questing finger. Spike insinuated the digit cautiously while he lapped around the cockhead, darting his tongue into the wet slit. Then he licked up the throbbing vein underneath. He removed his mouth entirely, grinning at Xander’s whine, while he stroked the twitching flesh almost casually with his other hand.
All the while, his finger was prodding its way deeper into the loosening passage. He curved it searching for the little pleasure node inside. Spike knew he’d found it when Xander let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yell. The man’s hips arched off the mattress and Spike nearly lost his grip. He waited for the tremors to quiet a little and then started adding more fingers.
Xander was panting heavily, shivering and crying out every time Spike stroked his prostate. God, was this what Spike felt when Xander was fucking him? No wonder the vamp had been so happy to be on the receiving end!
Impulsively, the brunette decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He looked up to see that Spike was sucking him off again and Xander didn’t want to come in his mouth, not now. He tugged at the blonde’s hair. “Spike, please. I want you inside me. Now.”
Spike looked up at him and let Xander’s reddened erection slip teasingly from between his lips. He licked them, knowing the mortal’s eyes were following his every move. “You sure, pet?”
Xander nodded frantically. He was desperate for this to happen, though he hadn’t told Spike why.
“Fine. Relax, then. I’ll take this nice and easy,” Spike told him. He carefully pulled his fingers out and Xander had to bite back a moan at the feeling of emptiness. Spike moved upwards and kissed him deeply. Twining one of Xander’s legs around his thigh, he slowly pushed his cock past the slackened ring of muscle.
Xander let out a trembling breath. It didn’t hurt and, oh, all that coolness pressing into him felt wonderful. The head of Spike’s cock brushed over that spot and his hips snapped up as he gasped. “Shit, Spike, yeah. That feels so good.”
Spike smiled tenderly at this lovely man and resisted the impulse to drive himself vigorously into the heaving body beneath him. He wanted Xander to enjoy this; he wanted to make him happy.
Because he detected something underneath the lust pouring off the man. There was a strange sadness and a hint of desperation. It was almost like what he felt from Buffy whenever he had sex with her. But whereas the Slayer took from him without bothering whether he enjoyed it or not, Xander genuinely seemed to care. He not only craved the pleasure but wanted to share it as well. Spike put these thoughts out of his mind and bent his attention on the delightful human who’d come to share his bed.
The sex flush now suffused his entire face. This visible sign of Xander’s arousal was somehow even more exciting than the steadily pulsing cock pressed between their bodies. Spike leaned down, nibbling at Xander’s lips, exploring the palate and sucking the tongue into his cooler mouth. He drew back slightly to let the mortal catch his breath and then began again. He simply couldn’t get enough of those delectable lips. He tweaked a hardened nipple stabbing at his chest and swallowed the moans Xander expelled into his mouth.
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And he’s holding me now even tighter
And he’s breathing me in
And he’s telling me again that he loves me
And he’s tracing his fingertips over my skin
Xander was amazed at the sensations thrumming through him. He felt as if wild sparks were jolting through his body. His hands came up to grasp the cold face pressing against his. “God, Spike, more.” The vampire was being so considerate but there was one thing more Xander needed to make this perfect.
“Spike. Bite me.”
Spike was thrusting harder with each passing moment. Xander was more than ready for him, matching his every move. The vampire grabbed the mortal around his back, grunting as his buttocks clenched and unclenched with each ruthless push. He was caught up in a powerful frenzy as his crisis approached when he heard Xander’s whispered request. Spike lifted his head to stare at him.
Those beautiful brown eyes were staring up at him almost beseechingly. “Xander, wh-what? Why? I can’t…shit…you know…bloody hell,” he moaned incoherently as the man stopped moving.
Xander gritted his teeth in concentration as he fought to hold back his own passion. “I want you to bite me. Please.”
Spike grimaced. “You know I can’t, pet. Why’re you even asking?”
Xander turned his head away. “I thought you’d like it. You can do it if I want it, right? I want you to try.”
Spike could feel Xander’s need but now the despair he’d sensed earlier threatened to swamp everything. He drew Xander’s face back towards his and nuzzled his cheek softly. “What is it, luv? Why do you want me to do this?”
Xander shook his head furiously and Spike could see that he was trying to hold back tears. “Just--I don’t want to explain, not now. Do it for me. Please.”
Spike knew something was wrong but the offer was so alluring. Claiming a human in this fashion was something he’d never done, had never attempted doing in all his years as a vampire except once.
Buffy refused to let him bite her in such an intimate fashion. She’d grabbed him by the hair and bashed his head viciously on the alley wall the one time he’d tried it. She had pointed to the scar that Angel had left as a sign that she’d already been taken; she didn’t care to repeat the experience with Spike.
Her words had been like a sharp slap in the face. They’d hurt more than the head thumping. They were yet more proof that he would never have any part of her the way Angel did.
But Xander wanted it. Xander wanted him. He was begging to be bitten. But did he understand the implications?
The vamp leaned in to kiss the half-open mouth until Xander was dizzy from lack of air. He rested his forehead against the mortal’s and whispered, “Xan, if I do this, you’ll belong to me. Is that what you want? What about Anya?”
The problem lay there, he was sure of it. His suspicions were confirmed when the brown-eyed man averted his gaze. “Sh-she’s not a problem, Spike, believe me. Now bite.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exposing his throat.
Spike resumed his rhythm and the other man couldn’t help but respond. He scratched his nails up and down Xander’s torso, reached down to tug at Xander’s erection and then around to clutch at the man’s buttocks. He was trying to increase the sensations to the point where Xander wouldn’t feel any pain.
He lowered his head to the man’s neck as his ridges appeared and his fangs descended. He could hear the mortal’s already rapid heartbeat quicken even more and sniffed hard. There was a trace of fear but the lust was stronger. His tongue flicked along the pulse point until Xander was moaning in need.
He whispered in the brunette’s ear, “You feel so hot and tight around me, Xan. You don’t know how I’ve been aching for you to come back so we could do this. You think this feels good? Just wait--it gets even better. I’m gonna shag you ‘til you can’t feel anything else, luv. Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight. I’m gonna make you scream, pet.”
He looked down between their bodies to see the quivering shaft get even harder. The dirty talk had increased Xander’s arousal to the point where Spike couldn’t smell anything else and Spike licked his fangs in anticipation.
“Spike, yes. Want you.” Xander was barely able to choke out the words. He couldn’t believe anything could top the sizzling along his nerves he was feeling right now from Spike’s loving attentions. But the immortal’s suggestive description of what he was going to do to him inflamed the brunette so much he could hardly breathe. The vamp pistoned himself even faster inside; the man’s climax was near, he could sense it. As Xander’s hoarse cries sped past his ears, Spike sank his teeth in just as the lad came.
Xander shrieked as his orgasm crashed over him. It hadn’t been like this before. All his times with Anya didn’t compare to this. He’d guessed the bite might make the sex better somehow, but nothing had prepared him for the thrilling rush of the experience. It was as if he were being stroked all over, inside and out.
He could feel his spunk rushing out of him, coating both their stomachs. His hips bucked again and again as Spike’s unceasing movements drove him into the lad’s body. He cried out Spike’s name and held the vampire’s head to his throat as he fed.
The flavor of human blood--it was heavenly, it was what’d he’d been missing ever since he’d been chipped. He hadn’t tasted it since the last time Drusilla had blown into town and then the victim had been dying and nearly insensible. Blood given so willingly and from someone in the throes of orgasm had a delicious taste to it that was better than anything else.
Spike pulled away for a moment and groaned, “Luv. So good, sweet, more. You’re what I wanted. It’s been too…” Nothing he was saying was making sense but he didn’t care. The mortal’s surrender, his yearning for Spike, the pleasure soaring through him at this very moment acted like an irresistible aphrodisiac.
Normally his vampire vigor would have meant hours of feverish coupling before release. But all the stimuli bombarding his senses overwhelmed his self-restraint. Spike’s climax hit as he resumed sucking from the brunette’s jugular and his body stiffened in Xander’s embrace.
Xander trembled at the sensation of cool semen flooding his ass. He clutched Spike and hooked his legs around the cool body rocking over his own. The brunette arched upwards again as another climax racked his frame. Christ, he’d never cum so hard before or so rapidly in succession. His heart was pounding in his chest and he wondered if it would explode from the strain. Xander caressed Spike’s head and neck as he choked out, “Spike, don’t stop. Not yet. Oh god.” His eyes fluttered shut and he sobbed as his cock continued to jet semen.
Spike couldn’t help it. The grasping limbs, the thundering slam of the heart against his chest, the ragged imploring cries--they all urged him onwards. Buffy never looked or sounded like this no matter how kinky their sex got.
He moaned into the soft flesh of Xander’s throat. The impression of the warm body surrounding his was exquisite. Xander was babbling his name and running those strong hands all over Spike’s skin. Everywhere he touched the vamp seemed to leap to life. Spike could feel almost giddy laughter bubbling up from inside him.
But the column of the boy’s neck was a too-lovely temptation. He locked his mouth over the wound and resumed sucking. The mortal he held continued grinding against him, hips pumping even as the heart was pumping. Every time Xander came, his sphincter clamped down like a fist around Spike’s cock, drawing more orgasms out of the immortal. Warm fluid splashed Spike’s stomach even as more liquid flowed into it. How wonderful--his lover had stamina to boot.
But not vampire stamina. It only gradually registered in Spike’s mind that Xander had stopped moving, that the precious heartbeat was fading. He yanked his head away in horror to see the lad’s head falling back limply against the pillows. “Xan?” he cried. “Xander! Shit! Luv, wake up! You have to wake up, please!”
Several tense moments followed for the terrified vampire as Spike alternately slapped Xander’s face and licked the wound. His saliva sealed it shut and the blood flow stopped at once. Immediately Spike was seized with the urge to dive back in and re-open it so he could taste the intoxicating liquid once more. He mercilessly squelched the impulse as he waited for the body in his arms to regain consciousness.
Xander’s eyelids trembled and then parted, revealing a glassy-eyed stare to Spike’s anxious scrutiny. He strained his attention to the utmost on the heartbeat just under his ears. It was faltering a little but was otherwise strong. He locked his arms around the broad torso and shuddered; he couldn’t believe how close he’d come to losing control.
The brunette looked nervously at the blonde vamp lying on him. “Spike, are you all right?”
Spike stared at him in disbelief. He’d nearly killed the man and Xander was asking if he was all right? Spike lowered his head again. “Xan, I’m so sorry. Are you okay, luv?”
Xander gave him a shaky smile through slightly blue lips. “Sorry for what? For the incredible sex? You’re kidding, right?”
Spike closed his eyes briefly and tried to hide his relief. When he resumed, his voice was calmer though no less concerned. “You don’t understand, pet. I was this close to killing you. You were taking an awful risk. How’d you know I wouldn’t just drain you?”
Xander said nothing; he just lifted a hand to the cooler face above him, tracing one sharp cheekbone. Spike’s eyes narrowed as an ugly thought occurred to him. “You wanted to die, didn’t you? Is that why you came back? You were looking for a way out and thought I’d do the job for you? Shit!”
He rolled over and away from Xander. He was beginning to experience the customary depression that seemed to follow all of his recent sexual bouts. The Buffybot had felt nothing for him. She’d been just a programmed toy and her babbling about his body and her manufactured desire for him had made him sick to his stomach after Buffy had died. Drusilla had come hunting him up from South America but only so she could get her “family” back together.
He’d never loved Harmony, that dumb cow; she’d been just a convenient sexual release. Most of the time he couldn’t stand listening to her for more than two minutes straight and had plowed her simply in order to shut her up. And Buffy--well, she was only using him to escape the increasing deadness she had inside. He was using her, too, so he couldn’t really point the finger there. But the only reason he prolonged his relationship with her was because he had foolishly hoped for something in the way of real affection eventually.
Now Xander had come to him, and, in spite of the fact that this had started out as a romp born from a freak accident, he’d thought the boy had come to care about him, maybe even--like him a little.
But no, Xander was playing with him like all the rest. He pulled away angrily as one trembling hand stroked his back. “No, Spike. I want you, I really do. It’s just--Anya’s left me.”
Spike turned his head at that sad voice. “She has? Was it because of--you and me?”
Xander shook his head. “I never got a chance to tell her. I came home and found her with one of her old girlfriends--”
Spike cocked an eyebrow. “Girlfriend? Never thought the ex-demon bint swung that way. Still, considering the fact that she hated men for over 11 centuries, I guess it makes sense.”
The quip had the desired effect. Xander made a sound that was part sniffle, part snort. “No, that wasn’t it. It was one of her old demon girlfriends. The two of them were talking about me behind my back and her demon friend was running down human males.”
Spike nodded sagely. “Yep, that’s what birds do when they see their friends about to get married. They’re afraid of losing them so they start bashing their blokes. So then what happened?”
Xander took a deep breath and told Spike everything. How Anya had alerted Buffy and how she and Willow had banded together to track down the culprits, a trio of human teenagers who were trying to be supervillains. Xander had become visible again and he’d gone home to tell Anya the news.
“But when I got there, she was gone. She’d done some more thinking and decided that being married to a mortal who was always getting into inconvenient mishaps whenever something serious had to be done was just too much of a hassle. She’d taken off with her friend Halfrek and was going back to being a vengeance demon. Sh-she left me a note.” Xander’s voice quavered at this last admission and Spike felt a growl welling up in his throat. Damn, a note. That was pretty cowardly way of ditching someone. It was particularly cruel to do it to Xander, especially after all he’d done for the bint.
Wait a minute, why was he upset? It meant the man was free, free to be his, and thanks to the bite Spike had already set his mark upon him. He moved back and wrapped his pale arms around him. He wanted to comfort Xander. But more than anything he wanted Xander’s affection, his passion. He wanted it for himself, not just because the man was needy or missed his girlfriend. He drew back to gaze tenderly at the mortal.
And I watch his eyes as they shine
Run my fingers through his hair
And I touch his chest where his heart is
And I tell him, “I find safe haven there.”
“So if you weren’t trying to off yourself, what was it, pet? What were you after?”
Xander buried his head in Spike’s shoulder as if this made it easier to talk. “I-I wanted to belong to somebody, somebody who wouldn’t leave me, somebody who cared and I thought the bite was part of the process for vampires. I didn’t want to stop you once it started. You, I mean, you seemed…it was good for you, wasn’t it? The bite made it better, right?”
Xander sounded uncertain. He knew that the sexual experience was the most mindblowing he’d ever had in his young life but he wasn’t sure how it had affected Spike. He’d just wanted to give the vampire part of himself and this had seemed the way to do it. But Spike had been really pissed off a moment ago and he was wondering if his plan had backfired.
Spike’s gaze softened as he stroked Xander’s hair. He pushed his fingers under the lad’s chin and brought his face up to meet his eyes. “Xan, I’m touched, I really am. And, yeah, you’re right, the biting does make it better--for the vampire usually. But it was still a bloody stupid thing to do. I haven’t bitten a human in a long time and it was suddenly too much. I might have killed you without meaning to.”
Xander chuckled weakly. “Yeah, but what a way to go!”
The blue-eyed demon grinned and then kissed Xander deeply. He let his tongue into the hot mouth as he undulated slowly against the broader frame beside him. Xander sucked on the tongue, massaged it gently and then flicked his own behind Spike’s blunt teeth. Then they pushed and slid into each other’s mouths as desire slowly grew between them again.
Spike pulled away to let the mortal breathe, lowered his head to the man’s torso and began lapping up the thick pool of creamy fluid that had accumulated.
Damn, but there was a lot to clean off. Not that he minded. First the lad’s blood, now his cum. He could spend hours sampling all the treats Xander’s body had to offer. As his tongue delicately removed the last traces, he glanced downwards, seeing Xander’s cock twitch and start to stir.
He was immediately hard again, wanting to fuck the man good and proper. But one look at the blue mouth and the slightly shivering frame let him know this was not the moment. The man was emotionally distraught not to mention the fact that he’d just lost quite a bit of blood. He needed warmth and food. Much as Spike wanted to hold him, he knew his cold body wouldn’t provide Xander with the necessary heat. He got off the bed and padded away to look for his clothes.
Xander was startled by this withdrawal. “Spike? Where are you going? I thought you, that is, we were going to…”
Spike chuckled at his eagerness. “Relax, luv, I’m definitely in the mood for some more slap-and-tickle but you’re not up to your best right now. You need to get warm and put some vittles inside you. So wrap yourself up and wait. I’ll just nip out and get something to eat.”
Xander leaned back and drew the sheets over his body. “Oh. Okay.” Then he started up again as something occurred to him. “Wait a sec. What do I say if Buffy comes in here looking for you? It’s going to be hard explaining what I’m doing here.”
Spike frowned consideringly; he hadn’t thought of that. But Xander wasn’t strong enough to be going anywhere unless-- “Oi, Xan, you didn’t happen to drive over here, did you?”
Xander stared at him and then grinned as he caught Spike’s meaning. “Yeah, I did. You want to drive or should I?”
Spike snorted and finished dressing. “I think I’ll be doing the driving. Seeing as you’re a pint low, it wouldn’t do for you to pass out at the wheel, would it?” Xander grinned even wider then got up to put on his clothes. Seeing how he swayed, Spike was at his side in an instant, holding him carefully around the shoulders. “Easy, luv, let me help.”
Xander braced himself against the bed and shook his head. “C’mon, Spike, I can dress myself. If I need any assist, I’ll let you know. Besides, you did say you were going to fuck me until I couldn’t walk,” he finished with a grin.
Spike smirked at this rejoinder, then stood aside, watching anxiously as Xander deliberately pulled his clothes on. It was clear that it was a struggle for him to remain upright but somehow the mortal managed. Then he cast an uncertain eye at the distance between the bed and the crypt door. “Want me to carry you, pet?”
Xander threw him a disbelieving look. “And what do we tell Buffy if she sees us coming out like a couple of newlyweds?”
“That we just got hitched and we’re off on our honeymoon,” Spike shot back. Xander laughed and then stopped in surprise as Spike kissed him fiercely. The vamp drew back to gaze at the beautiful mortal he’d set his seal on. “We really are married in a way, you know. That bite I put on you was a kind of claiming. No other vamp’ll dare touch you. You’re mine, luv.”
Xander blinked hard; this wasn’t something he’d expected. Sure, he’d wanted the vamp to put his mark on him. But the question Spike had asked him while in the middle of sex hadn’t really registered until now.
Spike was worried. Xander was too quiet after that statement. Yeah, he belonged to Spike, but the commitment was far deeper on the vampire’s side. He’d always feel Xander in his blood after this and the mortal would feel the same.
But the man might pull away from him and resist the siren’s call if he tried hard enough. If he ran to his friends and begged for their help, they’d sit on him until the pulsing addiction in his veins fell to a faint whisper. Then Buffy would probably come around to dust his arse unless he was smart enough to clear out of town first.
“Xan? What is it? You change your mind?”
Xander’s eyes re-focused on the man in front of him. Spike had a distant look on his face as if he were trying to hide his feelings. The brunette realized belatedly how much this whole thing meant to Spike. He ran his lips gently over Spike’s forehead, sweeping across the pale face until they were sucking at the full lips again. “I haven’t changed my mind. I’m just wondering if we should be picking out furniture together.”
Spike laughed aloud. He wondered why he’d never appreciated the man’s sense of humor before now. He hugged the man ardently then began leading him towards the crypt door. “We can worry about that later after we get you something to eat. What do you fancy, luv?”
Xander appeared to think. “You in a pair of leather handcuffs, maybe?”
Spike poked him in the ribs and assumed a mock-serious expression. “Maybe later. I was talking about food, though. I know a place here that has good Chinese.”
Xander glanced at him in slight surprise. “You eat Chinese food?”
Spike got a slightly mischievous expression on his face. “Hey, there was a period when I used to eat Chinese. Let me tell you about when I was in the Boxer Rebellion….”
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And I’m happier now than I’ve ever been
And I’m hoping this feeling won’t die
And if he says he’s just some guy,
That’s fine—
The truth is, he’s mine
My sweetheart, my love
Sent down from the sky
Who’s so very much more]
Than just some guy

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