Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

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
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.

Chapter List
- 60
- 61
- 62
The center of the room was delineated by hangings of diaphanous blue silk, which turned a beautiful aqua colour through the light of the fire behind all of them. They'd left the main fire free of hangings, so it could burn unobtrusively in the center of the wall and give off light. The bed was no longer a camping bed, but a gel top memory foam mattress with padding on top for any bodily... spills... and beautiful blue sheets set on top of everything. Blue pillows and cushions of every colour and size were strewn everywhere, on top of all the risers, benches, lounges and the like made from stone, and now some were made from furniture.

As they'd decked out the room, Xander and Spike had never spoken it, but it was obvious that they were setting themselves up for a bacchanal of sorts and neither seemed to have any problems thinking about it or buying things they thought would lead towards a better time. They just giggled and dreamed, and experimented a bit in the stores and bought what was needed.

The one thing neither of them could get past was the way the silk hangings moved, in a subtle and drawn out in and out, like the very room itself breathed or pulsed with energy. Xander swore it was alive, and Spike couldn’t say differently, it definitely felt like they were being watched while they decked the place out, and were being seen kindly upon. Xander smiled the whole day, excited and full of energy, but able to eat a healthy meal to pause, before getting to work again.

Both men sat on the bed in the middle of the room and looked around.

“We did a bang up job, place looks like a decent debauchery is about to take place,” Spike smirked and kissed Xander’s cheek.

“We’ll do it, set up some kind of underground club. Condoms are a must, so let’s also buy a bunch of trash bins or we’ll have a bunch of long island mascots all over the floor to clean up after every time. Goooo white fish!” Fake cheered Xander, making a gross face.

Spike laughed and kissed deeply. “How can you make even a disgusted face look hot?”

Xander shrugged and smirked. “I dunno, experience? I’ve been disgusted a lot after all.”

“Yet you managed to score a bird, true true. Two if I’m not mistaken.” Spike smirked back, then threw his head back and barked with laughter, knowing, as well as Xander, just what a sham those interludes had been. Xander soon joined him, and they fell back on the bed laughing, then kissing and laughing, then just kissing, then kissing; hot, sweet, passionate kisses.

Spike pulled back. “Dammit, we do it again, in here, I say we do it with the prayer attached, it’s a small thing, innit?”

“Yeah yeah, quick, you strip, I’ll strip, we’ll both strip, for Priape, then we’ll say a prayer.” Xander was quickly taking off his shoes and socks, tentatively putting them on the stone floor, but he found it warm, not cold to his touch. He stripped and smiled, then hugged Spike. “We did a great thing, Priape is gonna be with us forever ya know? This is awesome.”

“Great so far,” Spike laughed and hugged back, then got up and walked to the central fire.

He cleared his throat and spoke. “Great Priape, let this coupling be a prayer on behalf of Ouranus, who wishes to be heard in your court! He knows he shouldn’t be, but he’s been trying to get your attention and finally came to us and our prayers. Please Priape, answer his call. It’s just an audience, you don’t have to say yes to anything the wanker asks for or about or anything, that’s still up to you. I’d never give your word as my own, know better.” Spike looked at Xander, who shrugged, and kissed him.

Both men moved back to christen the new bed, leaving the other furniture to be tried out another night. They flopped on it and wiggled around till they were in the middle of the king sized bed, kissing madly, their lips locked like magnets, fatally attracted to each other.

They’d cut it close, it was the night of the new moon, and they had to get this prayer perfect. Then again, they could always try again.

Spike smiled and kissed Xander his hands roaming and Xander’s searched until they found the articles of oddity that they sought, those pesky little barbed wire nipple piercings. Xander gasped as he tried to pinch them, the barbed wire cutting into him as much as the metal cut into Spike, making him gasp in response, hissing his breath between his teeth. Xander snaked his head down and locked his lips around the nipple and toyed his tongue along the horizontal piercing, eliciting moans and gasps and ‘aw fucks’ out of Spike. He moved from one nipple to the other and kept them hard and throbbing, soothing them with his tongue in turn.

Spike ran his hands through Xander’s waves, making a mess of them, but they were a sexy mess and Spike was sure Xander wouldn’t mind that. He arched his back to Xander’s ministrations, then his eventual slow, sweet kissing, licking trail down his body, down his waxed treasure trail. Xander came eye to eye with his hard cock again and swallowed, once more unsure what to do, finally Spike understood.

“It’s the foreskin’s that’s got you fooled, yeah? Just… be gentle and hold near my head, yeah, just, just like that,” he swallowed and clenched his jaw a moment. “Now, clench slightly, just slightly, and pull back the skin from my head, there you go, just like that, yeah? You got it, feels good kitten. Now if you want, l-lick the head.” He gasped and gripped the bed beneath him as Xander took the whole head in his mouth and let out a whimper.

“M-my cock head is sensitive like yours… t-thanks to the foreskin… Oh god Xander what are you trying to do? Kill me? Okay, okay, okay, fuck yes, okay. Now hold firmly and pump with that hand…. Easy, yeah? Skin moves with your hand, and FUCK! Xander you really are going to kill me.” Spike groaned and lay back, fingers twisting the bedclothes as he tried to stay still while Xander hand-fucked him.

Xander eventually tried to take him deeper into his mouth, but couldn’t take him that much further in, his gag reflex reacted and he pulled off. “That is not fair! I want to take all of you, like you did to me!” Xander exclaimed, put off at his inadequacies that he saw in himself.

Spike smiled. “Let’s try something then, yeah? It’s how Angelus first got me used to it.” He squirmed around till he was standing on the warm stone floor. “Now lay on your back, that’s right and hang your head off the edge off the bed. No no, just relax and let it hang. Can you feel how open your throat is now? Good, kinda scary, but I promise to pull out the moment you slap my thigh if things get to be too much, my darling kitten.”

Xander smiled. “Alright, I trust you Spike.” He hung there.

“Now relax your throat, there’s a pet, relax. I’m going to slowly slide in, and all you have to do is swallow and not panic, okay?”

Xander nodded, then laughed, “yeah, got it,” and relaxed his throat, his face, his mouth, his body, just going all limp-noodly and opened his mouth wide.

Spike stood in front of him, his cock bobbing with his pulse and a pearly drop at the head. He gently fed the head into Xander’s mouth, who licked the drop and swallowed with a soft, shivering moan, before relaxing again and taking the soft, mushroom head into his mouth with another groan of delight and closed his eyes.

Spike fed more and more to him, easily, Xander’s throat relaxed at this angle, and from his natural curve from to his cock, it just went easily. Spike scratched his nails down Xander’s arms in pure lost lust at the hot velvety confines of his throat, lost in bliss. Spike slowly thrust deeper, then all the way out, so Xander could breath. “Got it pet?”

“Y-yeah, that was hot, do it again, longer. I can hold my breath.” Xander relaxed again, this time holding Spike’s ass.

Spike smiled and stroked Xander’s chest. “You’ve got it luv.” And slowly slid in again, going cross eyed at the sensation, then slowly pumped in and out for as long as he could comfortably hold his breath, then pulled out, drawing blood from his palms as his nails dug in.

“Xander, that’s fabulous, but how about we make a white fountain?” Spike smirked. “It’ll make us both feel good, at the same time.”

Xander got up. He couldn’t argue, two times the fun was almost better than learning a new talent. “Alright, what do we do?”

“Kneel on the bed with me,” Spike encouraged. They climbed on the bed and crawled to the middle of the bed, the firelight dancing on their bodies as the room breathed around them. Spike knelt up and Xander followed suit, then Spike searched in a bag by the bed and came out with a bottle of slick. He squirted a dollop into his hand and got close to Xander again.

They both knelt and cozied their cocks against each other, making Xander gasp and Spike moan. Spike held them both together in a slicked fist and slowly moved it up and down the length. He spread the lube to his other hand and had it join in. Soon he was jerking them both off at a slick, fast pace.

Xander moaned, getting higher and higher in pitch. Spike gasped and panted, getting more and more ragged, until finally, both men felt their cocks spasm against the other’s and they came in a fountain that arched towards the ceiling and painted their chests. Spike roared out, thrusting his hands hard, Xander cried out on his own, but his breath caught as he came. Both men fell, exhausted to the bed.

Xander reached under the bed for the stash of face towels they had kept there and wiped them lazily down, giggling like a school girl. “Think that got his attention?”

“Got my damned attention.” Spike chuckled and lay there, under Xander’s ministrations.

“I hope it worked,” Xander said, throwing the towel into a hamper.

“Well, no way to find out. We’ll just leave things be.”

“Yeah, leave things be,” Xander said and snuggled his head onto Spike’s chest. “What if it doesn’t work though,” Xander insisted.

“We’ll find out and deal with it when it comes, doubt Ouranus will let us off if our prayers didn’t work, don’t worry pet. Shhh, just relax and sleep, you’ve earned it.” He petted his head and snuggled into the warm bed and pulled the covers over them.

“Sleep….”

“Yeah…. Sleep….”
- 60
- 61
- 62
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Truth Denied