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The Invisible Vamp	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 5747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Invisible Vamp
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Summary: Spike decides to turn the tables on Xander. Sequel to “The Invisible Scooby”
Spoiler Warning: Spoilers for BtVS, season six
Disclaimer: This belongs to the great and powerful Joss and the usual gang of idi…uh, geniuses
Notes: Pairing is X/S
Feedback: Do your worst--it can’t compare to my worst ;)
Thoughts are shown in italics.

Buffy strode towards Spike’s crypt. She didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to go. That’s what kept running through her mind. She was sick of screwing Spike and hearing him taunt her afterwards with how wrong she was, how she belonged in the darkness, blah blah blippity blah. Geez, just how often had he seen Return of the Jedi, anyway?
But she couldn’t make herself stay away and how sick was that? Maybe she was wrong. She certainly hadn’t felt right since she came back from Heaven. She slowed as she remembered the wonderful peace and serenity of that place. Was it Heaven? That’s what she told the dyed doofus but sometimes she just wasn’t sure. But it had felt like Heaven and the earth was hell by comparison.
That’s why she fucked Spike. Lost in the mindless tussle of sex, she forgot all about the way everything felt harsh and grating to her. Sounds too loud, colors too bright--she needed silence and stillness. She didn’t get that with Spike but at least it helped to drown out the roughness of the world that kept threatening to beat down what was left of her sanity.
She paused about thirty yards away from the crypt. For a moment, something of her pride reasserted itself and screamed at her to run away. As she hesitated, caught between her violent need for oblivion and her self-esteem, she saw the door to the crypt open.
Ducking into the shadows, she squinted as Spike struggled to hold open the door and haul out the person within. Her eyes widened as she saw Xander staggering out behind him.
Xander? What was he doing here? He’d just been made visible a few hours ago, thanks to an able assist from her and Willow. Why wasn’t he with Anya?
She concentrated on the two. Their voices were murmuring together, too low for her to make out. Xander seemed oddly weak, weaving slightly and then leaning against the closed crypt door. Spike held him almost--tenderly? He grasped Xander by the shoulders and Buffy could hear a worried note in his voice.
He leaned forward and kissed Xander sweetly on the mouth and Buffy’s own dropped open. The kiss went on for several moments and she watched in stunned disbelief as Xander’s arms came up and wound around the muscular shoulders of the vamp in front of him. Their lips parted at last and then the brunette construction worker threw his arm around the vampire. He leaned heavily on him and they disappeared into the darkness.
Buffy stayed there, completely frozen by what she had witnessed. That couldn’t have been Xander kissing Spike she saw--could it? Xander hated Spike and Spike hated Xander. That was pretty much a given. That was one reason why she kept her sessions with Spike a secret. She couldn’t bear the thought of how one of her oldest friends would hate her if he knew about this.
But it seemed as if Xander was a lot more tolerant of Spike than he had ever let on. She wondered just how long this had been going on. Did Anya know? Had Spike told Xander about her and Spike? What the hell was going on?
At least neither of them had appeared to notice her. The blonde Slayer turned around and numbly continued her patrol. Shit, the world had been a lot simpler when she was dead.
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The vampire smirked as he watched Xander wrestle with the chopsticks. The boy was eager but hardly adept at using the wooden contraptions. “Here, pet, let me show you how it’s done.” He picked one stick and balanced it between his third and fourth finger. Then he stuck the other between the first and second. “See? The bottom one stays still while the top one’s doing all the work.”
Xander tried but it was obvious the coordination needed was beyond his grasp. “I don’t suppose they’ve got knives and forks at this joint,” he huffed in exasperation as the slippery strands of food slipped from his grasp. Spike took the hint and signaled for the waitress. With the proper instruments, Xander proceeded to the task of eating again.
Spike cast a glance at his lover every now and then. Throughout the meal, the dark-haired Scooby had been hard-put to eat his food without his head dropping into the plate. But as he consumed the beef lo-mein his flagging strength had been revived. At the end of the meal, he was eating with gusto, barely pausing to swallow as he shoveled in the strands of nourishing food.
Spike had contented himself with sipping bottles of beer and grimacing at the taste. The American version of the liquor was crap but it was far better than the stuff the Chinese tried to pass off as beer. Let ‘em stick to wine and Coke until they get it right but stay away from the lager.
During the last half-hour, he’d speculated on where they could go next. He wasn’t eager to head back to his crypt; Buffy might be waiting for him or they might meet her on the way. He could claim to be patrolling with Xander but Buffy knew how much they hated each other. Had hated each other. He didn’t want to explain this to her.
Not that he was afraid of her. He’d like nothing better than to show her how easily she’d been replaced and by a member of her own gang, no less. She deserved nothing less for her shabby treatment of him. But he knew that such behavior might drive a sharp wedge between Xander and his friends. He didn’t give a toss for the feelings of the others at this point, but Spike knew Xander wouldn’t want to lose his friends. He cared deeply about them and the vampire grudgingly admitted that they helped make the sweet lad the wonderful man he was.
“Hey, penny for your thoughts.”
Spike smirked at him. “They’re worth more than that, pet, but I don’t think I can say them in public.”
Xander waggled his eyebrows. “Since when do you have problems talking in front of others? You’re like Anya that way.”
At the mention of his ex’s name, a momentary shadow crossed the mortal’s face and Spike felt a pang of jealousy. Was Xander missing his fiancée already? “Don’t confuse me with your demon bint, Xand. I’m not the love-em-and-leave-em type.”
Xander’s heart warmed at Spike’s possessive growl but he couldn’t help probing things a bit. “Love? As in--love? Do you--do you love me?” Suddenly a vague terror gripped him and he glanced down, concentrating on the food remaining in his plate.
Shit, why had he asked that? It was too soon for this thing between the two of them to be anything other than a wild fling. But Spike had bitten him. He had claimed him in the way that vampires do their mates even though Xander was only human.
Xander didn’t know enough about vampire lore to be exactly certain what that meant but Spike made it sound very serious indeed. He wondered if that was the nature of the bond between Buffy and Angel. Too bad he’d always been too jealous of Angel to ask. He snuck a peek at the vampire opposite him, wishing he knew what Spike was thinking.
The vampire went still at the question and then took a swig of his beer. Love? He’d only been intimate with the man opposite him for a few hours but he’d been close to him for a couple of years now. He’d always thought of himself as hating the whelp but he couldn’t deny his attraction to and reluctant admiration for him.
Xander had faced him down on many occasions, before and after the chip, and Spike had wondered how someone without the powers the others had could be so brave. Xander was loyal to a fault and deeply loving; Spike had no doubts on that score. And the vampire had marked the mortal as his. Oh yeah, he could see himself falling for Xander in a big way.
But after his recent heartbreak with the Slayer he simply wasn’t ready to lay his heart out on the line like that. So he compromised. He leaned across the table and whispered in a low sultry voice, “Let me get you someplace private and I’ll show you how I feel, Xan.”
Xander smiled uncertainly and continued eating in silence. It was an evasion and he knew it but right now he was too happy to care. Besides, thoughts of doing the sexy mambo with Spike again were causing parts of his anatomy to stand up and take notice.
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“Spike, how do you have a key to this place?” Xander found himself whispering. Spike was taking them up through the back way of a rather seedy looking motel. “What are we doing here anyway? If we have to go to a dump, why not just back at your crypt?”
Spike turned to glare at him. “Is that a crack about my housekeeping skills?”
“No, it’s just that a place like this is hardly an improvement over a place where the dead hang out.”
Spike paused before their room and pulled out a key. “You didn’t have any complaints when you attacked me there, didja?”
“And that’s why I want to know why we’re here instead of at your place.”
The vampire pushed open the door and Xander looked around, making a face at the cheap furnishings. This place looked hardly any better than his parents’ basement. “‘Cause this place is closer, there’s no chance Buffy might interrupt us and it’s got a feature that my crypt is lacking.”
“And what might that be?” Xander had to admit his curiosity was piqued. Places like this were commonly used for lovemaking; that’s primarily what they were for and he knew that’s why Spike had brought him. He just wanted to know what he could get here that--oh.
The bed had smooth sheets that appeared surprisingly clean but what really caught Xander’s attention was the mirror beside it that ran from one end to the other. Xander could see himself in it but of course the vampire accompanying him was completely out of the reflection.
He turned to see a devilish grin lighting up the vampire’s countenance. As the dyed blonde drew him closer, he whispered in his ear, “Since you got to make love to me when you were invisible, I thought I’d return the favor. Keep looking in the mirror, Xan.”
Spike gave him a hard kiss and then began slowly undressing him. At first Xander couldn’t help but watch as the vampire slowly removed his shirt. But the blonde vamp clucked his tongue at him and firmly directed his attention to the mirror again. The brunette watched in fascination as his clothes were removed by an unseen hand and floated through the air onto the floor.
He could feel the vampire’s cold hands running down his body and, faintly, see the impressions left by his fingers as Spike grasped and caressed Xander’s broad chest and twitching stomach. Then he gasped as Spike’s mouth closed over his cock and swallowed him all the way down.
His cock was pointing straight out from his body and Xander saw the stiffened rod becoming slick with saliva as the vampire’s mouth moved over it. That cold mouth was sliding in deliberate inches and soon Xander’s hips were rocking to match that rhythm.
God, that’s so…I can see…does my dick look like that? It’s swelling so much--how does he handle it? Just how long can he keep doing this? I guess since he doesn’t need to breathe he could go on as long as he... Random thoughts chased themselves rapidly through Xander’s mind as he watched riveted by the spectacle in the icy glass. Spike’s hand reached up and began squeezing and rolling his balls and Xander smiled goofily as he saw his nutsack apparently jiggling and bobbing in thin air.
Spike felt Xander’s legs shaking with the upcoming orgasm and sucked harder. As the mortal’s balls drew up towards his body, he sank one cold finger into the boy’s arse and stroked his prostate hard.
Xander shouted as he watched his penis spasm and jerk in the invisible cavern surrounding it. His legs trembled so badly he nearly collapsed. Only Spike’s body pressed against his own prevented him from sinking into a puddle onto the floor.
He held Xander in a tight embrace as he stroked his hand down the wide back shaking in his embrace. He purred in his ear, “It’s not over yet, luv. Come to the bed.”
He pressed the mortal into the sheets and began stripping off his own clothes. Xander kept his face dutifully turned to the mirror. It was funny to see Spike’s clothes become visible as they were removed from his body and tossed lazily into the air. He smiled at the sight and then his breath caught as the bed dipped. Even though he couldn’t see Spike, he could feel how close the vampire was. A cool hand came to rest on his chest and a soft voice whispered, “Remember, luv, no matter what, keep looking into the mirror. You stop then all of this stops.”
Xander swallowed harshly, his breath already coming faster in excitement. Spike slid over his body and he could see some of the vamp out of the corner of his vision. But Xander remembered his warning and kept his eyes resolutely glued to the mirror. A cold tongue lapped his nipples and he could see them becoming erect and twisting as sharp little teeth bit and pulled at them. The tube of Astroglide apparently floated through the air and a thin ribbon of the liquid squeezed out of it. Xander spread his legs and moaned as one slicked-up finger pressed into his anus.
Spike’s hand locked over his cock and began stroking it in tandem with that prodding finger. The brunette mortal’s hips bucked into that taut grip as the finger increased to two and then three. His cock was flexing and waving in the air like a flagpole and his hips were being shoved up into the air by a demon stronger than he was.
His breath hissed between his teeth as the fingers turned into a fist pumping away inside him. He was stuffed full to bursting. He couldn’t take much more of this as his head tossed on the flattened pillow. “Spike,” he croaked, “please. Please stop. I-I’m gonna cum. Don’t want to…want you inside me.” The fist pushed harder inside him ruthlessly, almost to the pain threshold, and Xander could see stars dancing in his vision.
Then he heard that rough English voice again. “Cum, then. Cum for me, Xander. I want to see you. I want you to see you.”
Xander’s back bowed at that command and he yelled as he saw his member leap into the air as stream after stream of cum came shooting from it. He didn’t know why but the sight of his body in the grip of some unseen passion was mindblowingly sexy. His body was still quivering moments later as Spike carefully removed his fist from his anus.
Xander lay on the floral spread, moaning as he came down from the powerful orgasm. Spike gazed in delight at the flushed face and slick lips. He was hard for the young mortal and he was just getting warmed up.
He leaned forward, supporting himself on strong arms and lowered his head until their lips brushed. Xander’s mouth fell open under his onslaught and their tongues brushed and teased each other’s. Kissing Xander had to be the best part of making love to him and the vampire wished he could do this all night.
He continued the kiss for several moments and his hands slid beneath Xander’s shoulders. He pulled the heaving body up towards him as his cockhead slipped into Xander’s arse, one more stimulus among the many he lavished on the man beneath him.
It wasn’t until they broke the kiss that Xander became fully aware of the thick cock that already lodged half of its length inside him. The intrusion had been so gradual he had felt nothing but pleasure. Spike grinned as he saw the realization dawn on his lover’s face. He slid another inch inside, just enough for the cockhead to rest against the prostate, then rocked his hips so the tip of his cock nudged the gland.
Xander’s head pressed back into the pillow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Precum was steadily oozing from his cock, slicking the skin between their bellies. The immortal slid in further until he was sheathed to the hilt in Xander’s anal passage. He began to kiss and lick his way down Xander’s body. He lingered on each nipple, sucking and biting until the peaks were like little stones. Then he progressed lower, pausing to lick up the fluid smeared across Xander’s torso.
Before Xander realized what was happening, the vampire’s tongue dragged across the bottom of his glans. The blonde traced the length of the shaft with his tongue and it leapt under the agile muscle. As Xander stared, shocked at the spectacle, Spike parted his lips and let the cockhead slide into his mouth. He put his hands on Xander’s hips and held firmly. Slowly he eased his hips back and pulled his stiff rod halfway out of the youth’s arse. He began pressing his way back in using his grip on Xander’s hips to draw his lips down over the throbbing cock.
“Spike! Jesus…how…” Xander couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He’d known Spike’s physical prowess made him a powerful aggressor against other demons but he’d had no idea the immortal was so--limber. His pale body was bent double as he engaged in a feat a contortionist would envy.
He wanted to watch what was being done to him but he was afraid to have it end prematurely. He turned his head towards the mirror and saw the lower half of his body held in the air as Spike stroked his cock in his arse.
Spike sensed the pleasure coursing through the body in his thrall. He sucked firmly so Xander’s cock slid completely into his throat. At the same time, he began to move Xander’s body back and forth. In an incredible display of strength and control, he rocked his pelvis back and forth in time with his sucking and his manipulation of the brown-eyed man’s body.
Xander had been emitting small murmurs steadily rising to loud pleas as the vampire continued his relentless assault. “Harder! God, Spike, please. I need…harder, faster!” His body was shaking as spastic tremors ran along his frame. He was helpless flesh in Spike’s grip but the vampire wouldn’t stop. This would proceed at the pace he set whether Xander wanted it or not.
Unconsciously, he arched his back into Spike’s movements, helping the deepening thrusts. He was rocking upwards, too, reveling in his cock being sucked into that chill mouth.
In the mirror he could see his body thrashing and the dents of Spike’s fingers in his hips. Suddenly he decided this silent, invisible show wasn’t enough. He might not be able to twist himself like a pretzel but he could still participate. Forcing himself to concentrate, he clenched his arse muscles during Spike’s outward strokes, trying to grip the rigid flesh as it brushed repeatedly over his prostate. Spike’s satisfied grunt let him know how well his efforts were succeeding.
That’s right. No more lying here like a Xander teddy bear. The mortal kept up his squeezing even as he tried to lose himself in the dual actions of being fucked and sucked. The waves of pleasure from Spike’s attentions were rapidly coming to a head as the ecstasy unwound in his body. “Spike! I’m gonna cum!” Xander gasped even as his hips jerked up again. His body tensed, his cock fully down Spike’s throat. The vampire was curled almost into a ball as his penis slid full length into Xander’s clenching arse.
“SPIIIIIIKE!!” Xander screamed and shook as hot bursts of cum erupted from his dick down the immortal’s throat.
The vampire swallowed eagerly, his throat flexing along the pulsing cock. Xander tasted so good, his cum flowing across Spike’s tongue. He continued to suck as the action brought another spasm out of the flailing body below him. Xander’s ecstasy and the clutching of his moist passage finally triggered the vampire’s own delayed orgasm.
Xander saw his face, flushed, sweaty, wanton in the mirror. His hands clutched at the sheets as his back bent almost in a bow. He writhed in the vampire’s grip, overcome with mindless frenzy. He could feel jets of cool seed spilling inside him, the jerks of Spike’s cock over the sensitive spot that drove Xander out of his mind.
He was no longer able to watch himself as his head bent backward into the pillow. Spike released the flaccid penis from his mouth as he stared at the pulse beating hard in Xander’s throat. His eyes fell on the mark--his mark--and he could barely refrain from re-opening it with his fangs.
As he panted and fell back onto the bed, he didn’t realize what a tempting picture he made. Xander was completely unaware of the bloodlust that surged in Spike’s mind. His heartbeat was loud in the vampire’s ears and the rushes of his blood sounded like surf crashing on the shore. Spike thought he’d better do something fast before the lure of Xander’s blood became too much.
Xander bathed in the afterglow, almost lightheaded from the sensation. However, as he took note of his partner again, he realized that Spike’s cock was still encased in his anus--and still erect. “Umm, Spike? I thought you came. I-I felt you.”
Xander was confused as a smirk settled on the immortal’s features. “Yeah, I did. But I still want you.” He swooped in for a passionate kiss and Xander found himself returning it with equal fervor. Then the dyed vampire drew back and whispered, “You make me so hard, Xan. I can’t stop. Not so soon.”
Before Xander could ask, the vampire began another deliberate thrusting of his cock. The brunette’s eyes rolled up in his head as his prostate awoke and responded to the delicious rubbings.
Vampire stamina--the mortal was just beginning to understand what that meant. Was it possible Spike was going to continue all night with this? Xander wasn’t certain he could hold out that long but his body was already responding against his better judgment as the demon pressed his chilly length along his own.
Spike rocked his hips faster as Xander’s arms rose to embrace his shoulders. He lipped along the brunette’s jawline, the straining corded muscles of his neck and finally down to the still-fresh wound inflicted earlier. He licked it once delicately and was gratified to feel the muscular body in his arms quiver. He pistoned himself harder, faster, and sucked the raw, reddened flesh into his mouth.
The effect was immediate as Xander’s mouth opened in a soundless scream. His grip on Spike’s shoulders tightened hard enough to leave bruises and his hips thrashed in the bed as he came. Again, the sight of Xander caught up in passion tempted Spike to break the skin and drink. But it was too soon; the mortal wouldn’t survive being drained twice in one night. So the vampire contented himself with running his tongue along the tender flesh as the mortal body trembled with another liquid spasm.
Xander risked another glance in the mirror to drag his attention away from what was happening to his body. He saw the mark apparently twisting and leaping on its own as Spike pulled and sucked at it. But the sensation was too great. He couldn’t look at it; he couldn’t look at anything. The world appeared to split at the seams as he was flung from one peak of delirium to another and it was all he could do to hang onto his mind.
He grabbed at the vampire’s back as if at a lifeline. Otherwise he was afraid he’d sink through the mattress. In some distant corner of his mind not overcome with lust, he was aware of Spike’s continued deliberate fucking. Had Spike cum again? Xander wasn’t sure but it did look as if the vampire was prepared to go for the rest of the night.
The blonde’s mouth met his own and the vampire lapped his tongue once more in that warmth. He opened all his senses, luxuriating in the ardor and sweetness pouring off the mortal in his embrace. He wanted to crawl inside Xander’s warmth and never come out. He ached to swallow Xander; he wanted Xander to swallow him.
It was as if he sensed Spike’s desperate desire. Xander sucked the vamp’s tongue and his arse caressed the cool cock. But the brunette broke the kiss with a gasp. “Spike, please. It’s too much…please. Cum.”
Spike shook his head as the powerful strokes continued. But the mortal couldn’t take it any longer. He swept his hands down the cold back and thrust one of his fingers into the waiting anus.
Spike stiffened and his rhythm faltered. Sensing the vampire’s momentary lapse, Xander sank two fingers all the way into that hole and twisted them over Spike’s prostate. At the same , he, he clenched his arse as hard as he could and bit down fiercely into Spike’s neck.
The vampire’s face shifted and he howled. His hips bucked forward in a violent orgasm as more semen shot into the mortal’s waiting arse. Moments later, the blonde collapsed onto the welcoming body. Even though he hadn’t needed to breathe in over a century, his loud pants mingled with Xander’s in the still hotel room.
“That was pretty sneaky, Xan.”
The brunette grinned; he wasn’t the least bit sorry. “Spike, c’mon. I’m only mortal and my ass was getting sore. There’s only so much human flesh can take, you kn--” His words were cut off by a strangled moan as Spike intentionally swept a finger across his mark. “Spike! Stop! For the love of God!”
The vampire hit him with a trademark smirk. “Now why would I stop for him? Besides, I’m just trying to point out that mortal flesh can take a lot more than you realize, luv.” He proceeded to illustrate his point by flicking a tongue over a dark red aureole and running his nails lightly up and down Xander’s limp cock.
The warm length twitched under his attentions and Spike smiled down at Xander as those brown eyes darkened with renewed desire in spite of his earlier protests. “So I figure I’ll stay away from your tender arse for a bit until you recover and play with the rest of that lovely body of yours. What do you say, luv?”
And there it was, that word “love” again, though he had no idea what Spike meant by it. But the question was shyly spoken and Spike looked as if he really intended to abide by Xander’s answer. The brunette gave him a goofy grin and locked his hand around Spike’s cock so swiftly the vampire’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
“Ready whenever you are.”

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