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Spike snuggled into the broad chest pressed against his back. He and Xander had had sex for a few more hours before the Scooby had pleaded exhaustion and the need for rest to recharge his batteries.
Too bad. Spike had definitely been up for a few more rounds but human frames could take only so much. What a shame mortals were such fragile easily tired things. However, Xander had certainly proven to have quite a bit of stamina. Guess being with Anya had trained him to have greater staying power than your average Joe.
The demon closed his eyes and reveled in the soothing sound of Xander’s steady heartbeat. It was such a calming noise, a balm to the undead muscle lying stilly in his own chest. This must be how a baby felt when nestled against his mother’s breasts.
The next moment he frowned and growled softly to himself. Sod it, he was William the Fucking Bloody not some bleedin’ child! What the hell was wrong with him, going on like this about quiet heartbeats and babies and all that rot? The only thing he relished about human heartbeats was hearing them pounding away in fear and the gradual slowing when the life was being drained out of them.
But the thought of Xander’s soft brown eyes open in the glazed emptiness of death caused his own heart to seize up. He never wanted anything like that to happen to Xander when the whelp had been so kind to him.
He sighed in disgust at himself. [God, ‘ere we go. Spike the bleedin’ romantic strikes again.] He was getting sweet on Xander; he just knew it. He’d always secretly admired the brat’s courage and heart; having that turn into love would be all too easy. He’d always been a sucker for brunettes, after all.
He scooted closer and stiffened. There was a hard warm length prodding him in the back and memories of his earlier gymnastics told him exactly what it was. He grinned and began rubbing his own soft buttocks against Xander’s manhood.
Ooh, guess the whelp’s getting his strength back. Wonder if he’s up to more rounds of pound-the-Spike. A soft murmur reached his ear. It was indistinguishable but it sounded like his name. Spike hoped it was. He wanted this newfound whatever-it-was between him and the man to last and having Xander care for him was the main attraction in the business.
After the man dropped off, he’d lain awake for quite a while weighing the ups and downs of being a bird. This was a spell; he was certain of that. He’d thought at first that it was a side effect of donning somebody else’s magic jacket. But it that had been the case, why hadn’t Xander gotten changed? Yeah, this was a spell and he’d bet crumpets to teacakes the witch was somehow involved. Should he leave things as they were or should he go to Willow and have her turn him back? And where would that leave Xander and him?
The man had definitely indicated that he would be interested in taking a turn at getting poked if Spike got his twigs and berries back. But maybe that had been in the spur of the moment; the whelp had also sounded rather worried about it, too, and the vampire had detected fear peeling off the mortal’s skin. Spike was fairly certain Xander had never experimented with playing for the other side and the thought of being the bottom must spook him.
He wriggled his arse a bit more decisively. Ah, little Xander was definitely waking up. He cast his leg not pressed against the bed over the upper thigh of the man behind him. Reaching between his legs, he gently grasped the swelling cock and began a slow rub all up and down its length. There was a muffled gasp and one muscular arm wound about his waist, the hand drifting dreamily across his stomach.
Spike paused, reaching out with his senses. The man was still asleep; his movements now were involuntary, the results perhaps of a wicked little sex dream. Goody, I hope it’s me he’s dreaming about.
Sure enough, the arousal scent from Xander spiked higher and his hand swept up to one boob and began running the palm over a flat, pink nub. The gesture produced the now-familiar tingling in the nipple and Spike thrust his upper body forward to increase the contact.
He drew the cock forward and positioned it at the entrance of his cunt. Still moving slowly in an effort not to wake his bed partner, he rubbed the large cockhead over his clit and held back a moan at the tingly feeling that charged through him from that brief contact. Damn, but bints were so sensitive in that part of their bodies! Was he really willing to give that up?
Pushing aside the thought, he pulled back from that touch and allowed the feeling to ebb slightly. Then he fitted his wet slit over the head and began pushing himself onto the cock. When the entire length was firmly encased inside he let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“God, Xander,” he whispered as the cock pulsed in a lazy rhythm inside him. There was another murmur from the man behind him. But the whelp didn’t waken and Spike bit his lip to keep from rousing him.
He began moving languidly, arching himself back and forth onto that cock. This was different from the fast and furious tempo of their previous couplings. He wanted this to last and keeping Xander dead to the world was the way to ensure it did. So the pace had to be nice and easy. He pressed down again, the cock swelling to fill every bit inside, and gave a soft cry of sheer delight.
Since the mortal wasn’t awake to respond to his desires, he reached down between his legs to caress his nub again. He grew slicker from the pressure and Spike moaned, twisting himself on the now firm rod stroking his insides. Xander groaned as well and this time the demon with him distinctly heard his name. The whispered word whipped him to increase his pace slightly, clenching his legs on each outward slide.
Xander smiled in his sleep. He was having the most delicious dream…
Spike--gorgeous, naked Spike--was lying on top of him, his cool chest pressed insistently against Xander’s while he caressed his dark brown hair. His narrow hips were undulating against Xander’s body, the two cocks bumping and sliding together, both coated in sticky precum. He was whispering naughty, wicked things in Xander’s ear, like how he’d kill Anya and come to Xander with her blood on his lips so the mortal could taste it. Part of Xander was appalled by the horror of the statement. Another very substantial part was undeniably turned on.
The vampire reached down and began pulling at Xander’s cock, the ripe flesh leaping to his icy fingers. The demon straddled his wide thighs with his own leaner ones and sank his ass onto Xander’s pole. The peroxide blond’s head fell back and he moaned, his face shifting into its demonic planes. “Fuck me, Xander,” he growled. “Fuck me hard.”
The cold arse sucked him in greedily, the grip firmer than it had ever been with his ex, and both man and vampire cried out as one as their forms came together. Xander grabbed those sweet firm buns. He sank his fingers into them so tightly they were gonna leave black-and-blue marks and began forcing the vampire’s lithe frame up and down on his rigid Xander meat. The pace became demanding and something bestial inside Xander howled in glee at the idea of bending this Master vampire to his will even if Spike was supposedly the one on top.
Then the vampire’s face came up and the male figure riding him melted and blurred. Spike was now female and the change while in the middle of sex was startling but not unwanted. Xander’s hands drifted up to squeeze one ripe petite breast and the demon moaned in high shrill accents. “Xander, oh god. More! I want it!”
In spite of his desire to keep things slow, Spike was accelerating his pace. Xander was calling his name in harsh gasps past his ear and the sound was thrilling. That beloved heartbeat was also speeding up, the throbbing another exquisite addition to the sensory palette overwhelming the vampire’s perceptions.
The next moment the hand caressing his boob clenched in a viselike grip, fiercer than any the boy had used so far. The sharp zing shot straight to his aching cunt and a delighted yelp burst out of Spike before he could cut it short.
“Fuck, yes!” This was just what he liked though he hadn’t been able to convince Xander when the lad had been awake. The twinge of pain swiftly translated a pleasure so intense the first of several orgasms came spasming through his body.
“S-Spike? Whuh? Oh shit…” the Scooby moaned. The lad was awake now but Spike was too caught up in his own cataclysm to care. A passionate cry was Xander’s only answer as the female form in his arm flopped against his body, his cock buried deep in the moist twat.
He tried releasing the death grip on Spike’s breast only to have a cold hand tighten around it, keeping his hand pinned in place. “No, don’t stop, not yet. Feels too good,” the blond whimpered.
“Gghglh…Spi…you feel…more.” Xander’s dream had vanished to be replaced by stark reality. But, even though his mind was still seconds from catching up, his body had no trouble going on without it. Xander jerked forward hard, striving to encase himself in the yielding flesh wrapped around his own. Spike was startled by a low growl from the Scooby as the mortal thrust himself with rough abandon into the satiny passage.
The position wasn’t really conducive to rapid fucking and the end came quickly for both of them. Spike’s back pulled away from Xander’s body, the whole frame quivering as another tremor ran through it. The final vibrations caused the mortal to cum in rapid spurts. His entire body went rigid and bucked against Spike’s as he achieved his release.
The demon let his head fall onto the bed as he gulped for air he no longer needed. “Ooh. That was…ooh. Shit, Xand.” The vampire couldn’t get more coherent than that. Multiple orgasms were wonderful; the subsequent ripples after the major shock took him by surprise even when he thought the main event was over. The afterglow was pretty nice, too, the mixture of satisfaction and languor steeling over his limbs like a warm blanket. Bloody hell. First babies, now blankets. You’ve really lost it, mate.
A broad thumb traced a circle around his clit and he whimpered, drawing away. The added stimulation coming on top of the recent coupling was too much. The cluster of nerves was simply too responsive to the touch right after sex. But Xander ignored the withdrawing motions and continued to tease him with glancing touches until the vampire became verbal in his pleas.
The two lay quiescent in the rumpled sheets and then Xander rubbed his chin in Spike’s hair. “Nice way to wake up.”
“Likewise, pet,” Spike murmured. Now he actually felt sleepy but hearing Xander’s stomach rumble roused him.
“Oh man, I’m really hungry. I should have gotten that pizza before we started.”
Spike’s nose twitched. He was hungry, too, and would have preferred sucking Xander’s sweet blood from his jugular as an accompaniment to the sex--not enough to kill him, of course, merely as a luscious addition to the act. Banishing the notion, he got out of bed and decided to get Xander something to eat. Can’t have the lad fainting on me, can I? He’s got to keep his strength up.
Grinning at the idea, he cocked an eyebrow at the brunette man spread out on the covers. “Oy, Xand. What’s the number for the pizza place? I can call the guy and have him deliver.”
Xander grinned and reclined onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. He made no attempt to cover himself up and Spike was so appreciative of the great view he nearly missed Xander’s instructions. “Mmmm. What was that?”
“I said, Spike, that I’d like a mushroom pizza with garlic bread on the side.”
The vamp wrinkled his nose in distaste. “What you want garlic for? The smell’s gonna be kinda off-putting, you know. Don’ fancy havin’ sex with someone reeking of vampire repellant.”
“I’m not gonna eat it, Spike. It’s just a way to keep the poor delivery boy from being eaten on his way over here.”
“Oh. Right.” That was his sweet Xander--always thinking of other people’s welfare. He smirked and resisted the urge to blow the man a kiss and made his request after dialing up the local pizza joint. He replaced the phone and turned back to the recumbent man in the bed. “About those positions I mentioned, mate…”
The doorbell rang and Spike pulled up in annoyance. He’d been trying for 69 even though Xander had told him the angle was all off and usually did nothing for him. He’d been busily trying to prove the man wrong when the doorbell sounded.
“Figures,” he groused. “They take their bloody time when ya want ‘em and then show up when they’re fuckin’ unwelcome.” He yanked open the door and froze.
Willow stood beyond the open doorway and was staring in wonder at the lovely blond clad in Xander’s plaid robe. “Uh. Hi? Is Xander in? I-I wanted to talk to him about something.” Spike tried to clutch the robe shut with only one hand but Willow could see a thatch of dark pubic hair just peeking from beneath the opened edge of the front.
“Xander’s…well, he’s otherwise occupied as you can see,” Spike attempted to sound coquettish and dismissive at the same time. Now that Willow was actually here he felt an obscure panic. He wanted to keep her away from Xander and from discovering his new sea change. He cast about in his mind for something to get rid of her.
“It’s just I’ve gotten a call from a mutual friend of ours. He said something’s happening, something big, and we all needed to be prepared. Can I come in?” She tried to push beyond the threshold only to find her way barred by the pretty, now panicky-looking, blond.
“Ah no. Why didn’t you just leave a message on his answering machine?” he snapped. “Like normal people,” he finished under his breath.
“I tried but nobody’s answering.”
Shit. Spike had decided to get rid of possible interruptions and taken the soddin’ thing off the hook. He could have kicked himself for it now. “Can I take a message?” he replied sweetly.
“No. Not really. This is something I can only tell Xander.” The redhead was really getting pushy now and he guessed that this was a private Scooby message, one she was unwilling to share with an apparent outsider.
“Well, he’s busy like I said. So come back later, alright?” Spike didn’t know what he’d be doing later. Maybe by then he’d have a chance to talk over this whole “Spike’s become a bird” thing with Xander and he could make up his mind once and for all what he wanted.
But now Willow was beginning to give him suspicious looks. “Say, do I know you? Your voice sounds kinda familiar and you look familiar, too. Have we met?”
Spike struck a flirtatious pose and simpered. “Oh, I don’t think so, sweetcheeks. I would have remembered.” He winked at the woman and was gratified when Willow blushed. Good, maybe if he embarrassed her enough, she’d get all flustered and leave.
Willow smiled uncertainly and took a harder look at the woman standing before her. At first glance, it looked like Xander had gotten himself a new girlfriend although she’d thought he was too upset over Anya to consider looking at another woman so soon. But this lady was too flirty to be serious about Xander.
She was also undeniably cute. She was a blond, too, although not an ash blond judging by the pubis and the dark roots Willow could see peeking from her head hair.
Small, dainty and blond. Just the way I like ‘em. Oh! No! This is Xander’s uh, woman, pick-up, whatever! No hitting on Xander’s date! But she definitely seems interested and Xander was always dropping those hints of three-ways when I was with Tara.
Thoughts of her recently deceased lover depressed her momentarily but the woman was eyeing her in a decidedly interested manner and Willow could feel herself becoming turned on against her better judgment.
The redhead’s hesitation cheered Spike momentarily until he smelled the faint beginnings of arousal. The panic returned in full force as Willow shoved the door open and advanced boldly on him. “Okay. If we haven’t met then let me introduce myself. I’m Willow and you are…?”
“I-I’m…I-I’m…” Shit! Spike staggered back and tripped on the long edge of the robe, falling flat on his ass. He sprawled on the floor, his entire body on display before the interested wiccan.
The next moment Xander came out of the bedroom clad in nothing but his Captain America boxers. “Hey, Spike, what are you doing out--oh crap! Willow?!?”
She gaped at him and the blonde woman scrambling up from the floor. “Xander. Hi, I was just getting introduced to your…hey, did you just call her SPIKE?!?”
“What, no?” The other people in the room with her looked at each other, the blond trying to convey some kind of message, Xander with a hint of panic. “Hey, Willow. How’s things?” he babbled with a sickly smile.
Willow’s eyes narrowed at the too-casual note in his voice. “Okay, what’s going on here?”
Obviously his attempt wasn’t working. He waved his hand feebly in Spike’s direction. “Uh, Willow, this is Spike. He got turned into a girl; we’re not sure how.”
Seeing Willow turn red and then white, Spike drawled, “I’m thinking she knows how. Ain’t that right, Red?”
“Uh, Xander, this doesn’t have anything to do with R.J.’s jacket, does it?” When Xander mutely picked up the jacket from where it lay crumpled on the floor, the redhead sighed. “Oh boy.”
“No, not boy. Girl. That’s the problem, innit?” Spike grumbled.
With a lot of apologies, Willow explained that reversing the spell was easy. They merely needed to burn the jacket. All the spells attached to it, love or otherwise, would dissolve with its destruction.
She also mumbled something about Giles coming back with a vague warning of impending disaster but neither man nor vampire took much heed of that. She stammered a few more apologies and, looking everywhere but at her best friend and the blonde woman wrapped up once more in the oversized robe, she hurriedly made her departure.
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Xander stared in silence at the jacket like it was the Shroud of Turin while Spike tried to gather his thoughts. “So…back to being Spike aka William the Bloody, eh?”
“Yeah. Looks like it. I don’t have a fireplace here, though, and burning it on the lawn isn’t an option. The other tenants wouldn’t like it. W-we could always take it to the city dump and burn it, there.”
“Or the cemeteries.”
“Yeah, I remember Harmony burning your Sex Pistols stuff out there. Nobody seemed to mind.”
“She burned my Sex Pistols…! Fucking bint! I ever get hold of her again, I’m staking her pathetic little arse to a crypt wall and leaving her out for the sunrise.” Spike growled in fury although it sounded strange coming from his pouting mouth. He slumped down on the couch, apparently having run out of steam for the moment.
“Spike--”
“Xand--”
“What? What is it?”
“No, pet. You were saying something?”
“Um…ladies first?” Xander replied with a faint smile. Spike huffed at the word “ladies”, his crossed arms putting his perky breasts on display.
Xander found himself at a loss. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say now that the moment was at hand. During sex there was no doubt or hesitancies on either of their part. But he knew better than anyone that sex rarely helped to patch up problems in a relationship. Wait, is that what Spike and I have now? A relationship? Oh, we definitely need to talk.
“Spike, you…I mean, do you…do you want to become a guy again? It’s not a decision you need to make right away. I mean, it’s not as if they’re taking the census.”
The demon shrugged helplessly, the blue eyes managing to appear lost and defiant at the same time. “I-I don’t know. Being a bint’s really great and all. I’ve been with women and I know what makes ‘em tick in bed but getting it from their side has been quite an eye-opener. I mean, it’s beyond great and…but I’ve been a guy so long and it’ll be a big adjustment.”
He halted as he struggled to reconcile his warring feelings. Spike was never one of the world’s great thinkers and trying to do this now was making him cross. Being a bloke was great--if you were among other blokes. But he had few friends in the demon or human community to pal around with and there hadn’t been much of that with Xander until recently.
On the other hand, he hadn’t tried out his female body on the road, so to speak. The only ones who’d seen him like this were Xand and Red. Xander was definitely appreciative and Red had gone for him before she found out who he really was.
He wondered if he was still as strong as a female vampire. If word got out around the demon community about his switch to XX chromosomes, he might have a lot of old and new enemies gunning for him in order to finish him off once and for all. He’d be in big trouble if any of those berks tried to take him on. The Scoobies would protect him but he couldn’t rely on them forever. And what would the Slayer have to say about all this?
Xander was becoming more and more distressed with Spike’s uncharacteristic silence. What was Spike gonna choose? And why did he care so much? One way or the other, Spike was only with Xander until he could get on his feet again.
He wasn’t just in this for the sex--although that was beyond fantastic. Spike had seemed kinda nice as a girl with a sweet, touching, vulnerable side that he never displayed as a male. Was it the spell, giving him a touch of the feminine, or was it merely because this allowed him to expose a part of himself he wouldn’t otherwise reveal?
Xander wasn’t an in-depth thinker either although he’d spent a lot of time thinking (read: drinking) after he’d left Anya at the altar. His reasons for doing so seemed alternately caring and selfish and he didn’t want to repeat the mistake of forcing his own wishes on somebody else. “Spike?”
“Yeah, pet?”
The brunette flushed at the cute nickname that Spike seemed to use without thinking. “Uh, made up your mind yet?”
“I’m thinking…maybe I should try being a girl a little longer…maybe a month? See how I like it and all. I’m not making any promises, mind you. I might hate being a bird. I mean, for one thing, I ain’t got any clothes and tottering along in high heels ain’ my idea of fun.”
“Same here. Those straps are so binding,” Xander deadpanned.
The vampire snorted and then giggled, the rippling noise bubbling out of him. The action caused his breasts to jiggle in a very enticing way and Xander got a naughty gleam in his eye. He picked up the vampire and whirled him around, catching the pliable lips in a fervent kiss.
The female let out a muffled squeak and then growled against his lips. Winding his legs around Xander’s waist and his arms about the shoulders, Spike shucked off the robe. Xander strove to keep a firm one-armed grip about the wriggling form while pushing his boxers down with the other hand. The demon stayed absolutely still to let him get his balance and then raised himself up and down onto the firm cock.
Xander had loved having sex with Anya like this. Her small form meant he could support her easily without tiring. Spike was no heavier and, after fumbling for a bit, relinquished control to Xander’s strength. Xander cupped that heart-shaped ass and began setting a hard, demanding pace.
Spike let his head drop back, his breasts jutting out proudly, and cried out as Xander leant forward and caught one pointed nip between his teeth. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” he gritted out between clenched jaws as the thrusts grew harder and faster.
The demon’s hair flew around his head as he was shaken in the man’s grip. He didn’t need to move; he didn’t need to do anything and the joy of giving way to the mortal held a strange excitement.
This time Xander didn’t hold back and there was a savagery to the act that had been missing in earlier bouts. He could easily see himself submitting to Xander even if he became a man again and the thought of the mortal taking him doggy style stimulated him to the point of insanity.
Spike gnawed frantically at the jugular with his blunt human teeth, the frustrated yen for blood adding to his randiness. His clit was being banged by the man’s pubic bone with each downward movement. The heavy testicles were spanking his arse, the heated form clasping him tight, his nipples with their female over-sensitivity rasping against Xander’s own and he could hear Xander’s voice and heartbeat melding together in a mindless chorus. Shit, he was so close…
“Hey, dude, I brought your pizza. You left your do…whoa.”
“OH BUGGER!”

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