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Truth Denied	By : PervertedPages Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 22482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xander was in the safe room, wearing a smart, modern tuxedo with a bow tie. He fixed his cufflinks and looked into the gaping maw of the secret passage. He was told it started out dark, but as soon as he went in, he'd see the bright point for the room, and he'd just have to make his way towards it, but he still hesitated. He wasn't getting cold feet or anything, he'd just never been to a church service where his participation really mattered at all; usually he was playing with a Gameboy or something while everyone around him was busy listening to the priest... this time the actual god was going to be paying very very strict attention to them... so he hesitated at the entrance.

Eventually he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, ducked and entered the long dark hall and made his way to the far away point of light. As he walked he could tell the walls weren't smooth, there were niches and objects in the niches, and tapestries on the walls; this place was exquisitely decorated. Perhaps he'd come down with a flashlight sometime and peruse the dirty, naughty stuff in the hall.

All too soon he was inside a large chamber. Inside was a bare stone floor, and the edges had stone beds, stone risers, stone benches; all kinds of space should the priests decide to host an orgy to charge up the chamber. Instead of an orgy, to overcome the senses there was Spike in a white robe, hair rakishly combed into spikes, to tame him. A camping inflatable bed on legs with sheets was just beside the central risers of the altar. Rose petals were strewn on top, his first time would be comfortable after all, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to take the cold stone floor for long, and it would smell so very sweet.

“Spike? For me? I'm touched.” Xander smiled, walking up to him and kissing him. The chamber hummed.

“Wanted your first time to be at least comfortable and we can keep this here, for next time, yeah?” He kissed Xander back and moaned at their lips touching. It was still something new to them, and something that made his insides jump with joy at every feather light caress. The chamber practically thrummed. “Guess it likes our energies then,” he smiled.

Spike went to the altar, barely lit by a flickering fire and unrolled the thick parchment of the scroll to the binding ceremony. He picked up gold cord and read over the scroll again, fingering a gold knife, then a gold chalice filled with dark liquid. He motioned to Xander. “You ready?”

Xander shook out his hands to release nervous tension and nodded, smiling, his stomach full of butterflies. “Yup, and I remembered the rings too.” He pulled out two boxes, inside were rings, each ring looked like a snake swallowing it's tail, the sign of infinity, with diamonds for eyes. Xander put them on the altar and smiled.

“Damn, I forgot all about the rings! That's a modern thing we're adding, it's not in the script! Okay if we add it after the scroll's script?” Spike asked. “I don't want to get anything wrong.” Spike’s heart hammered in his chest, he didn’t want to screw anything up, and this was such an important task for numerous reasons.

“Yeah, better that way I think,” Xander said, and nodded, wiping nervous perspiration from his upper lip.

Spike looked at him, for the first time since he came in, really looked at him, and it took his breath away. “You look dashing. I can't believe you want to marry me,” he said, eyes wide as he searched Xander’s for any hint of reluctance or even just not wanting to go through with this period.

“You don't look half bad yourself, that priest’s robe really does something for you, makes you look all innocent and pure. But then one look in your eyes and you know that it's a lie. It's just a naughty, dirty perversion, and man, does it turn me on.” Xander kissed him again, his tongue probing and exploring Spike's mouth. The chamber started to get a pulse as their hearts started to beat in rhythm.

Spike pulled away and laughed. “Thought you wanted to get married first Xander, don't want any regrets in this, want it done right. I love you too much to ever hurt you.”

Xander nodded and sighed, tracing Spike's jaw with a fingertip. “You're right, you're right, no regrets. So, how do we do this?”

“First we cut ourselves and consecrate the wine with our blood, one drop's enough, we're not vamping each other here.” He nicked a fingertip and a drop fell after he squeezed his finger for a minute into the wine in the chalice, then he stuck his fingertip in his mouth, sucking it. “Owch.” He handed the knife over to Xander who looked at the razor edge in the flickering firelight dubiously. He gritted his teeth and drew a line along his finger, much as Spike had done, then he spent a minute squeezing out a drop of blood, finally sucking his finger.

“Okay, wine consecrated, now what?” Xander spoke around a mouthful of stinging finger, the pain ebbing away much more quickly then it should have. He looked down at his finger and blinked, the wound was healed already.

“Now the ceremony starts and I gotta act all priest-like and shit, okay?” Spike snickered.

Xander snickered with him. “Priests shit? All the time? That's what they do?”

“Oh come on, you know what I mean!” He cleared his throat and tried to look serious. He picked up the gold cord and tied one end around Xander's wrist and one end around his wrist, the loose ends he tied together.

“One binding, physical,
One binding, eternal,
As these knots hold us together physically, may our vows hold us together eternally.
Do you, Alexander Lavelle Harris, take me, William Spike Pratt as your partner and mate, your equal and your lover for now and for all eternity?”

Xander nods, his voice husky as his eyes drift to half lidded. “I do.” The pulse in the chamber grew quicker, slowly slowly gaining pace, like a long asleep limb.

“And I, William Spike Pratt, take you, Alexander Lavelle Harris as my partner and my mate, as my equal and as my lover, for now and for all eternity.” It almost felt like a long forgotten eye was opening with aching slowness, sleep being rubbed out of corners.

Spike was breathing hard, his erection making the robes tent comically, but that was probably their intention, he wanted nothing more than to throw Xander on the bed and have his way with him. And Xander looked back with the exact same feeling glowing deep as embers in his eyes, his own erection straining against the thin panels of his tuxedo pants.

Spike grabbed the chalice and held it out to Xander, who took a fevered gulp. Xander gave it back, and Spike finished it in one smooth swig. He put down the golden chalice on the altar and gently untied the knots with shaking fingers. “Gotta keep this, it's our marriage contract.”

Spike led Xander to the foot of the bed and kissed him as the chamber slowly... breathed. Spike kissed him and trailed his lips along his jaw and down his throat to Xander's whimpered moans. Spike undressed Xander; first, the jacket onto a bench, then the cuff links and shirt shortly followed. Every kiss blossomed on Xander’s skin like fire, making him arch and gasp in need.

Now this gave Spike a blank expanse with which to explore and explore Spike did. He kissed with feather light kisses and gently touched with his fingertips, barely brushing him. He found the round bud that was Xander's nipple and licked around the areola, then breathed on it. Xander moaned and arched at the sensation. “Oh Spike, you're going to drive me nuts!”

“Nuts? That's just one nipple!” He laughed and got to work on the other, feeling the brunet shiver under his ministrations. He held Spike's shoulders and tried to stay standing. He felt the kisses and licks going down his chest, down his treasure trail, and he couldn't stop trembling.

Spike undid Xander's pants, moaning with wanton lust when they fell to the floor and let Xander's erection spring free. In the darkened room, Xander saw the weeping tip, then gasped in shocked lust as Spike sucked on the mushroom head. Xander let out a low sweet moan, and the room breathed.

“Spike, Spike, please, can I lay down? M-my knees, I c-can't stand.” He laughed as Spike scooped him up and gently laid him down on the bed, only to crawl up his body, kissing and licking, like a hungry animal, till they met at the nexus of his legs yet again and nuzzled his balls. It ignited a fire deep inside Xander and made his erection twitch madly against his stomach as each ball was suckled and licked, rolled around a hot and hungry mouth.

Will I ever learn how to do that? Xander wondered as his haze filled mind drifted on lusty fumes being given off by him and Spike. Even the room seemed to have it’s own perfume to add to the air, dizzying yet fulfilling yet leaving you hungry for more. Xander moaned loudly and stretched on the bed, fingers on Spike’s shoulder as he whimpered.

Xander lay back and let Spike lead, since he knew more of what to do than he did and concentrated on what he was feeling, breathing through the sensations, and it was wonderful, everything he’d dreamed of and then some, he was riding a high like nothing he’d ever felt before. Spike was kissing his cock again, kissing it with tender, quick, hot kisses, ’til he was panting and gripping the sheets. That's when he felt the first slippery fingertip at his entrance.

He whimpered in apprehension as it wiggled, but sighed when it easily slipped in, wiggling his hips to try to get it moving. Spike chuckled and slowly pumped it and smiled as Xander moaned and bit his lower lip, chuckling again as he pumped his hips furiously. “One isn't enough, is it? Need more? I'll get there. No worries pet,” he purred.

He slid a second lubed finger in and hissed as Xander clamped down on it. He waited a few breaths then slowly began to pump them in and out, until Xander was a wanton, mewling mess on the bed. That's when he dared to slide in the third finger, and Xander gasped! He held his breath and swallowed reflexively, repetitively as he tried to get used to this wider penetration. He eventually relaxed enough to unlock his knees and start pumping his hips again, once more moaning. He lost himself to this new feeling, this feeling of being penetrated, this feeling of having a lover inside, Inside me. He wondered what it was going to feel like to really feel Spike inside him and he groaned loudly. The light in the room flickered brighter for a heartbeat, as if his groan was a waking dragon’s breath.

Xander got up on his hands and knees and spread his knees apart, whimpering. “That does it, enough prep, take me Spike, please, you've been gentle, if anything hurts from here on out it's my fault, I accept, fuck me, please, fuuuuck Spike, just fuck me, fuck me fuck me.” Xander pleaded with him and wiggled his ass in the air, fingers still inside, desperate for more.

Spike laughed and got up behind him. “I have to keep on my robe, since I'm officiating, thankfully it is a robe.” He pulled up his robe and squirted lube into his palm before capping it and dropping it on the foot of the bed. He pulled out his fingers and kissed Xander's shoulder, and whispered, “deep breath in.”

Xander breathed deep, and just as he slowly breathed out, Spike impaled him slowly, easing his greased member into Xander's loosened channel, but it gripped tight. Spike almost whimpered from going so slowly, but he didn't want to rush, and eventually he was fully sheathed in Xander's tight warmness.

Xander moaned, never having felt so full before, and Spike moaned, never having felt this close to a loved one before. With Dru and Buffy of course it was different, with Keiran it had been different again, they'd been hustlers, there had been no prep, no smooth soft loving, for either of them to feel anything, it had to be rough and fast... But this was sweet, and Spike wanted it to stay sweet as long as possible, for Xander.

Spike slowly moved his hips back and forth, hissing to himself as he held himself back from just ravaging Xander then and there. He slowly fucked Xander, nice and deep, making the brunet throw back his head, and cry out with each thrust, eyes closed, throat arched in sweet submission. It just egged Spike on to fuck him harder, deeper, faster, making Xander cry out louder and louder, with just a hint of pain and a hell of a lot of pleasure. The lights in the chamber acted like they were on a bellows, with every scream from Xander, the bellows blew, and the fire grew in height, in breadth, the entire chamber lighting up golden bright for flashes.

Closer and closer they came to climax, brighter and brighter the chamber grew. The chamber was no longer a cold stony chamber with a flickering flame in one end, it was turning into a room ringed in an inferno that led all the way back down to the entrance and was very comfortably warm.

Spike gripped Xander's hips and moved him, manhandling him till they were off the edge of the bed, then turned around so Spike was sitting and Xander was guiding the depth and thrust of each movement. It brought their lovemaking to a simmering tension filled bubble, while Spike threw his head back and tried to catch his breath, but found fucking Xander was in and of itself breath taking.

Finally, he growled in need and made Xander whimper in response. He flipped Xander so he was on his feet, bent over at the waist, hands on the bed and hammered his way home with a lusty yell. He stroked Xander with his fist, reaching underneath him, and as Xander slicked Spike's hand with his load, Spike emptied in Xander, cumming at the same time with a hoarse roar, pushing him onto the bed.

They both lay curled up in the brightly lit, warm, cheerful room, on the bed, a blanket over them.

“Guess the room likes us, huh?” Xander said, and yawned.

“Ben said Priape would give us great blessing and would be happy his two high priests got bound together in his temple.” Spike snuggled him and kissed his sweaty hair.

“I'm going to sleep now, k?” He yawned, and held Spike. Never want to let go…. My Spike, my man, my husband, my love, my life… I will always be with this man.

“Me too, night kitten.” Spike cradled him in his arms and closed his eyes, the brightness of the room no challenge to his exhausted eyes.

“Night Spike.” Xander fell asleep, a smile spread across his face in a most satisfied way.
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