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The Invisible Scooby	By : QueenB Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 8804 -:- 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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Disclaimer: This belongs to the great and powerful Joss and the usual gang of idi…uh, geniuses
Pairing: X/S
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Notes: Spoilers for BtVS, season six, episode “Gone”
Thoughts are shown in italics.

Xander strode along Main Street, clutching the paper tightly in his fist. “I don’t believe it. Why do I have to be the one picking up the wedding invitations? ‘Xander, we need to invite D’Hoffryn.’ ‘Xander, let’s put Buffy with your rotten family.’ It’s like my opinions don’t count. Why the hell am I marrying her anyway?”
He halted, appalled at what he’d just said. He peered around guiltily to see if anyone had overheard him.
Nearby Warren, Jonathan and Andrew were struggling for possession of the invisibility ray. “Give it!”
“No fair, you used it last time!”
“Guys, just stop messing around, you’re gonna break it…” Suddenly the weapon twisted in their collective grasp and discharged. The blast flared wildly out of control, hitting a tree, fire hydrant, dumpster--and one startled Slayerette.
The three supervillains gaped in shock at where Xander had stood. “Oopsie,” Andrew whimpered.
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Spike was watching one of his favorite low-grade horror movies. He’d never admit it to the Scoobies but this was one of his guilty pleasures. The cheesy production values, the high-pitched wailing of some lousy B-movie actress, the fake blood splattered everywhere: it was all bliss to his undead heart. Hearing one of the silly bints going on hysterically about the blood thrown about so liberally onscreen, however, made his stomach rumble. Time for a little nip.
He walked over to the fridge and helped himself to a hearty sip of blood. Then he froze as he both saw and heard his crypt door mysteriously open and shut. Spike narrowed his eyes and began cautiously walking forward.
“Whoever beastie you are, I know you’re here. And I hurt beasties.” Spike felt a determined nudge. “Hey, watch it,” he said automatically. When something unseen clicked off the telly, he slumped in disappointed disgust.
“A ghost, is it? Well, go and haunt the living like a good spook…” Spike’s voice trailed away. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the invisible presence stealthily moving around him. Something about it seemed…familiar.
Abruptly, he was pulled and shoved up against a wall. He felt his shirt yanked open and then stiffened as an unseen warm hand brushed down his chest. He arched into the touch as questing fingertips teased and rubbed at his nipples. Then his eyes widened as a well-known scent his nostrils. “Xander?”
A ghostly laugh greeted his query and moist lips fastened firmly over his own. His first reaction to shove the boy away disappeared under the onslaught of a very talented tongue that flickered invitingly across his lips. He opened his mouth with a moan as Xander’s tongue moved in and plundered the space. Closing his eyes, Spike wound his arms around the broad back.
Xander’s hands moved slowly down his body, finally coming to rest on Spike’s hips as he pulled him forward. Spike’s eyes flew open again as he felt a firm erection grinding against his own. The scent of the boy’s--no, man’s--arousal swept over his senses. The odor caused his hips to buck against the invisible hardness and the two men began to rub against each other in a steadily escalating rhythm.
Spike felt the lips pull away and had to stifle a groan of regret. The mouth brushed over his chin to pause at his neck where blunt teeth fastened and began nibbling at his throat. He hissed in pleasure as his head fell back.
“Oh, that’s it, pet. That’s good, don’t stop,” he urged. The neck was an undeniable erogenous zone for vampires and Spike was no exception. He was so caught up in the surge of pleasure this simple action produced, he barely noticed his pants being slowly unzipped.
He gasped needlessly as a solid hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking it firmly from base to tip. “Harder, pet, that’s right. Harder, you can’t hurt me, I can take it. Yeah, oh yeah, just like that.” After a short pause, the grip tightened and the strokes became ruthless in their intensity.
The phantom lips had left his neck and now locked onto his left nipple. That naughty tongue flicked at it, swirling around the tip, teasing the roughened nub to hardness as the other hand tugged and twisted at right one. Then the wet mouth shifted to the right and bit at it, causing Spike to writhe and thrust helplessly into Xander’s tight fist.
It was as if his entire body was on fire from Xander’s heat. But suddenly the sweet stimuli stopped. The luscious body so ardently tending to his own withdrew and he felt the cold barren air of the crypt settle icily on his flesh. He gave a cry at the loss and reached out blindly. “Pet? Xander! Where’d you go?”
He strained his ears to listen for the slightest sound to indicate the whereabouts of his partner’s presence. After a moment, he detected the heartbeat and nearly sagged in relief. Xander hadn’t gone. But where was he and what was he doing?
Spike felt a ridiculous surge of happiness when the muscular body returned to his embrace. As he touched Xander again, he realized with a start that he was naked. He could feel the human’s bare arms, the flesh of his back and--as his own small hands traveled down his spine--the curve of firm shapely buttocks. “Oh, thank god,” he murmured.
Spectral hands started pushing off his shirt and impatiently tugging at his own pants. “Yeah, turnabout’s fair play, innit?” he grinned. He hurriedly pulled off his boots and stepped out of his jeans. He reached forward again, his naked erection jutting out proudly.
This time the mouth didn’t return to his own. Instead, his cock was licked by that same nimble tongue and then wet heat closed over the tip and swallowed him down to the root. His head slammed back against the crypt wall as that skillful mouth sucked and worked at his entire length.
He swung one leg over an unyielding shoulder and wove his fingers into the unseen strands of Xander’s hair. He began moving the man’s head back and forth over his cock gently, slowly at first and then gradually increasing the rhythm to the pace he liked.
He gritted through his teeth, “Yeah, pet, that’s it, lovely, oh god, dontstopdontstopdontstopdontstop, BLOODY HELL! YES!!!” There was the barest scrape of teeth on the sensitive underside of his shaft and that was all it took. He gave a roar as his hips snapped forward one last time and came into all that pulling heat. There was no hesitation or gagging from the part of his unseen lover.
Lover? Where had that thought come from?
Instead the throat worked and swallowed him easily. The squeezing pressure was too good; without warning he felt himself cumming again. That delectable mouth stayed with him, sucking and licking, until it had consumed every drop.
He sagged against the wall behind him. He wasn’t certain he could move from it just yet. Then a firm hand clasped his own. Spike raised his eyebrows. “What now, pet?” A tug in the direction of the bedroom was an all-too-clear indication of Xander’s intentions. Spike smirked. “Right. On to round two.” Underneath his casual demeanor lay a definite current of excitement. This was turning out to be a very unusual encounter and he was determined to make the most of it.
In bed, however, Spike realized that being with an invisible partner presented certain problems. After being poked in the kidney by an errant knee and banging his head on Xander’s chin, he caught the flailing arms and held him firmly down against the mattress.
As he brushed his fingers over the quivering stomach, he smelled the man’s scent alter. The earlier arousal was gone, replaced by the sharp tang of fear. As his hand dropped lower, the scent became that of sheer terror. Spike pulled back, utterly confused. What had gone wrong?
In a flash, he understood. The mortal had been so bold, so eager to take what he wanted, Spike had assumed that he was familiar with all aspects of this kind of sex. But as he hesitantly pushed pale finger beneath Xander’s balls and around the tight muscle behind them--yep, there it was, that blast of alarm again.
He stroked one trembling unseen leg, speaking to the frightened man in soothing tones. “Sssh, pet, easy. Let ole Spike take care of you. Relax. You’ll love it, I promise. Just let me get it in.” Spike gave a reassuring smile in what he hoped was the direction of Xander’s face. For the first time since this all started, he wished he could see the dark-haired lad’s eyes. He steadied himself on the bed and carefully inserted one finger as gently as he could.
A second after the pained shout burst from the body beside him, a pang from his chip shot through Spike’s skull. “FUCKING HELL!! SHIT!!” He rolled away from Xander, clutching his head. He lay there shuddering from the aftereffects, blinking away tears of pain, when he felt gentle hands moving over his neck and tenderly caressing his forehead. His own hands fell away from his head as wordless comfort was offered to him. He felt lips pressing softly over his forehead and eyes and that sweet tongue feathering along his eyelids, kissing away the tears. “Xander,” he whispered, bringing his arms up again around his ghostly lover.
Xander’s lips fastened again over his own and Spike marveled at what an accomplished kisser he was. The mouth alternately clung and teasingly withdrew. He nibbled at Spike’s lips and tangled his hot tongue rapaciously with Spike’s cool one.
Moist and delicious indeed. The remembrance of Xander’s flippant remark when he’d tied Spike to the chair sparked his arousal once more. His recent pain forgotten, Spike clutched at the muscled brunette in his arms and spread his legs underneath him. Arching his hips upward, he was delighted to feel that Xander’s erection had returned and rubbed his cock enticingly against the mortal’s own. A startled gasp greeted this action and then a hand gripped Spike’s right buttcheek and pulled him upwards.
The two men began rubbing against each other urgently, the slick precum causing their cocks to bump and slide together. Spike was panting, raking his fingernails down Xander’s back and trying desperately to increase the friction on his cock. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo and he felt the mortal stiffen and cum with a sharp cry. As Spike felt the splash of warm semen on his stomach, his own orgasm followed only moments later. He let his head loll back onto the pillow only to feel a hand trailing idly in the collected pool of fluid on his stomach. “Got something else in mind, luv?” The tender endearment escaped him before he could stop himself. But he couldn’t tell whether Xander had noticed.
He felt Xander’s hand start firmly stroking his cock again, using his fingers to slide the foreskin over the head. Spike was instantly hard again and he could feel Xander’s surprise at his swift recovery. Vampire stamina was definitely one of the best things about being undead.
As the hand continued alternately stroking his erection and fondling his balls, the other scooped up some semen. Spike’s eyes followed the hovering glob of cum as it traveled through the air over his cock and between his legs. His legs parted and his hips bucked upwards as one finger probed at the tight entry.
“Go ahead, pet. I don’t mind. I want you to. I want…it.” Spike hesitated at becoming more personal. Frankly, he felt a bit at a loss. He wanted to see Xander’s face, to hear his voice, to know whether this was something more than a casual toss for him. Then all such concerns disappeared from his mind as the slick digit slowly pushed into him.
The finger moved inward and bent and Spike let out a long, low moan as it found its prostate. “That’s all right. Don’t stop, just keep doing that,” he whispered hoarsely. The finger continued pushing more firmly, then it withdrew and was joined by another...and another. When the fourth finger was added, Spike couldn’t control himself. His head arched back on the pillow, his hips pushed downwards into those slick fingers and upwards into that hand fisting his cock.
He felt somehow as if he were being taken from both ends. Shocks of pleasure went arcing ugh ugh his body every time that gland was hit. He heard himself babbling as those fingers mercilessly teased and rubbed at that magic spot inside him. The pleasure was building unbearably within him. It wouldn’t be long now…
All at once, those fingers were gone. He snarled in frustration. “Why’d you…?” Then he felt his arse being gripped tightly as Xander’s cock carefully pushed its way through the moistened ring of muscle. He let out another hiss as all that mortal heat pressed into his body. He threw his hands out, connecting with broad shoulders and pulled Xander down to claim him once more with a searing kiss.
The mortal began to move, driving his cock repeatedly into the immortal body grasping at his own. “Harder, Xander, faster, oh yeah, I want it, give it to me, your cock, your mouth, let me feel it.” An almost pleading note had entered Spike’s voice.
Xander’s hips pounded hard as Spike groaned and grabbed at his arse, trying to pull him in as deeply as he could go. He could feel the moist puffs from Xander’s breath as the man gasped and murmured in his ear. In the midst of his own pleasure, Xander didn’t forget about Spike’s. He reached between their straining bodies and grasped Spike’s cock. He tugged at it, remembering the rough, fierce pressure that Spike loved.
Spike had kept his eyes closed throughout most of this. There was nothing to see, after all; why bother looking? But now he couldn’t resist the urge. He opened his eyes and glanced down the length of the bed.
He saw--his body, thrashing in the grip of undeniable passion. He saw his hips held helplessly up in the air as some unseen invader drove relentlessly into his arse. His cock was bobbing and twitching, the tiny slit winking at him as the foreskin slid back and forth over it, seemingly of its own volition. He witnessed the spasming of his legs as bolts of ecstasy from his battered prostate caused them to clench convulsively around invisible thighs.
The strange sight was unbelievably erotic and when the mortal’s teeth locked onto his neck and bit hard, it was all too much. Spike yelled, his back bent so sharply it seemed it would break and he came for the third time that afternoon.
Xander’s hips continued to buck forward a few more times before he came, softly crying out Spike’s name. His body sagged onto Spike’s and then he rolled away as if aware of his greater weight.
Without Xander’s warmth around him, Spike became keenly aware of the crypt’s chilliness and felt suddenly bereft. He just barely managed to bite back a shout of joy as strong arms encircled him and pulled the bed sheet over his body. (Well, well, it seemed the boy was a cuddler--who knew?)
He stroked one pale hand idly up and down Xander’s back. “So what was this for you, eh? A prenuptial fling?”
There was a moment’s silence and then a deep sigh. “What do you care, Spike? I mean, you enjoyed it, right?”
Spike pulled back and glared at Xander--or where he thought Xander’s face was. “What, you thought you could just waltz in here and have a bit of fun with ole Spike and then toddle off to marry your ex-demon bint, is that it?”
This time the silence was longer and the loving body in his grasp moved away and left the bed. Spike sat up in alarm and cast his eyes uselessly around the space.
“Xander, wait! I didn’t…yes, I enjoyed it. But you came to me and I don’t know why. I mean, why not one of your friends? Why not the Slayer? I know you’ve had a crush on her for years. Why me?”
Then that wonderful heartbeat was back. The warmth resettled beside him and he felt a hand lovingly sweep over his hair, down one cheek and across his lips.
“It’s--well, it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. But I was always scared and then this happened to me and I thought, ‘Hey, why not try, see what happens’ and if you’d resisted or said no, that would have been that and I would have walked out that door and you’d never have seen me again like this. Not that you’ve seen me now, it’s just…”
Spike chuckled at the return of that nervous babble and moved his hand up along Xander’s hand until he came up to his neck. Then he cautiously pulled his head downwards until those soft lips slid over his own. Xander stretched out alongside him again and pressed his body tightly against Spike’s. He returned the kiss deeply and thoroughly. Feeling a renewal of interest against his thigh, Spike pulled back and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“So…round three?”

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