The Tease[1 of ?]

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 21:20:35 GMT

After some thought. I have finally decided to try and write my own Spander Fanfic. I really would appreciate other members opinion of the story and any critism is welcome.

The Character of Spike and Xander at times will be extremely different to the Xander and Spike that we know from canon. However I will try to keep certain things about the characters the same.

Title: Once Enemies now Fuck buddies
Author: Bite me Fiend
Pairings: Mainly Spike and Xander. However there will be some mentions of Xander/Anya. Spike/Buffy and Spike/Angel.
Setting: Season 6, Just after Once more with feeling.
Feedback: Yes yes and Yes. I need to know someone is reading this so I can go on.
Disclaimer: Nothing within this fic belongs to me. I am just taking the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant and just using them to my own advantage.
Warnings: NC17 for explicit detail on Male Male sex. Particulary Spike/Xander and Angel/Spike.
Summary: It all starts with a boy's night in of sorts. Xander has just been attacked by a group of vampires and he has been left in the company of captain peroxide by his friends. Now what will these two get up to during their night together and the night to follow.

Previous Chapter and Story Details here..

This Chapter was betaed by the lovely Sublimated Angel

Chapter 1: The Tease

“For fuck's sakes, Giles! I do not need a babysitter. So a vampire threatened me, who doesn’t these days?”

Xander had leapt up from his spot on the couch in indignation, the move highlighting his impressive height and toned body. Xander had been in many life threatening situations since he'd befriended Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer extraordinaire. For some reason, this time the gang had decided it was different. The vampires they would run into the night before had picked out Xander specifically and vowed to kill him. Even after researching all day, the Scoobies were no closer to discovering why he was their target, and so had decided to leave Xander in the more than capable hands of Spike during the night, at least until the vampires that were harassing Xander were staked.

Spike, also known as William the Bloody, was a peroxide blond haired vampire with heavily defined cheekbones, a sparkling grin and a body honed by over a century of fighting. While the chip prevented him from being a danger to humans, he was still more than a match for other vampires, and should be able to protect Xander until the threat was eliminated. Of course, there was one snag - the two of them did not get along in any shape orform.

Xander's official opinion of the vampire ran along the lines of, Eww, he's a disgusting dead thing who has the hots for Buffy. But there was another reason that Xander wasn’t keen on the idea of spending the night anywhere near Spike, a reason that he'd had a hard time admitting to himself.

He felt an attraction to Spike, only physical, mind you. Occasionally when the others were not looking, he would catch himself sneaking glances at the vampire. Taking in his face, his luscious lips, the way they moved to the side when he smirked and pursed around a cigarette, or the way that he sat with such confidence, such arrogance.

Then there were the 'danger situations' as he called them. These were times when he did more than just sit there and look at Spike. Times when looking led to imagining, picturing the body beneath the clothes. Spike's clothes were tight, making it easy to picture his defined chest and six pack abs.

The naughty little escapades in Xander's head never stopped there, though, instead continuing down. Try as he might, he could not stop himself from thinking about Spike's cock. The tight denim revealed just enough to make him wonder, and his mind was filled with pornographic images as he tried to picture Spike's cock, the size of it, the way his come would drip down the length of it when he came, how the curve of it would fit Xander's hand before he knelt to give Spike a blowjob. He imagined how it would fill his mouth as he sucked, as he swallowed the sweet juices from it whole.

Xander jerked himself out of his thoughts, ashamed at how quickly his mind had strayed, and returned his attention to the Watcher.

“Please, Giles. Can’t I just stay with someone who doesn’t happen to be Captain Peroxide?”

The rest of the gang looked from Xander to Giles, obviously awaiting his decision. Xander's heart sank as the first word out of his mouth sealed his fate.

“NO, Xander. You are going to live with Spike in his crypt until we figure out why whoever is behind this is trying to hurt you, or we eliminate the threat. I know I may not say it often, but I do actually care about you, and I don't wish for any of you to come to harm if it can be prevented.”

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The walk to Spike's crypt was terrible. First, there was just the plain fact that he was with Spike alone in a situation where the vampire could easily bite him. Even with the chip, Xander did not trust Spike at all. He was certain there were ways around it, and was convinced that the vampire would discover them sooner or later. Xander wouldn't be surprised if there was a way for Spike to kill him before the chip would even fire. The other thing that made him particularly uncomfortable was the way that Spike would every so often turn to look at Xander with a cocky grin on his face. Recent events at the Magic Box that evening were fresh in his mind, and Xander was paranoid that Spike somehow knew about the thoughts that had been haunting his mind earlier, thoughts about him, Spike, and their cocks. However, he couldn’t know... could he? Xander's unease grew as he thought about it. After all, no one knew the extent of a vampire's smelling capabilities other than vampires themselves.

After a few more moments of walking along the curb that led to Spike crypt, there it was again: that same arrogant and obscene grin. What the hell else would he have to grin about? As far as Xander knew, Spike did not particularly like Xander, either, so he shouldn't be looking smugly satisfied about having to babysit him. Then again, why the hell would he? After all, Xander had never given him any excuse to like him. His own animosity would have been reason enough for Spike to dislike him. Besides that, Xander knew the gang must seem like food that was sitting right in front of him that he was unable to eat. After a few more moments of seeing that same expression imposed upon the features of the handsome vampire's face, Xander stopped and turned so that he
was standing right in front of the smirking vampire.

“So, you going to tell me why you're staring at me like that, Blondie bear, or are you just going to keep me guessing?”

He knew that was probably the best way to get on Spike’s nerves and hide the minor attraction that he was feeling for the vampire: refer to him by the pet name he'd been christened with by Harmony, Spike's ex girlfriend and stereotypical blonde bimbo. This is not the first time he and Spike have found themselves in a confrontation-like situation, and Xander knows which buttons to push.

“Was I staring? Hmm, I guess you just smell funny tonight. It's a scent I haven't smelled in quite a while, that's all. Are you wearing a different aftershave?”

Xander squirmed ever so slightly at Spike's words. Innocent as they sounded, Spike's tone of voice and the persistence of that mocking smile told him that Spike was referring to much more than his cologne. No, he must have been able to smell the arousal from Xander. After all, didn’t they say vampires could smell emotions, such as fear, arousal, etc? Looking down as he tried to find a reply, Xander realized with horror that sometime during the walk, his cock had hardened. He could feel it pressing against the seam of his jeans, wanting to be released. Oh god, how could he have been so stupid?

“Spike, shut the hell up and just don’t look at me, alright? It's bad enough being stuck with you all night, but with you giving me shifty looks all the time... Well, that is just down right creepy.”

For once, the blond vampire didn't have a witty rejoinder in response. Walking the rest of the way home, there was an awkward silence between the two. Both sides seemed to be equally stubborn about breaking the silence that had been created, and no further words or looks were exchanged until they arrived.
………………….

Spike has been able to smell the odor of attraction off Harris ever since the Magic Box. Truthfully, he doesn't have any feelings one way or another for the whelp, but he hasn’t had any sexual fun in a while. Well, there was the kiss with the Slayer outside the Magic Box, but that was under magical influence. Spike wasn't sure it even really counted. Of course, he wasn’t going to say that in front of the Slayer.

Ever since the kiss, he'd been bothering her, looking for a little more action, but the Slayer was proving to be a lot more stubborn than the average woman and was still resisting his incredible charms. Oh, that kiss had been amazing, but it was taking an awful lot of work to get anywhere with her. So enough about the Slayer and the kiss; for tonight, his thoughts were going to be on Xander, and Xander only. He was certainly going to have himself a little bit of fun with the lad stepping through the door to his crypt.

Spike walked in behind him, looking the boy up and down as he turned around, taking him in. Moving closer to the flustered boy, he continued to just stare at him. The whelp moved as though to protest the fact that Spike was getting so close to him, but Spike placed a finger against his lips. When he remained silent, Spike took a step away from him and just looked at him, as though daring him to make a big deal out of the physical contact they had just shared.

“Considering this is my crypt, you can sleep on the couch here upstairs and I shall sleep in my warm luxurious bed downstairs. Any objections, Harris, or were you thinking of joining me?”

Spike gave him one of his more suggestive smiles. During the journey from the Magic Box to his crypt, Spike had come up with a complicated plan, and now was the time to put it into action. Then again, this was Spike. It occured to him that it was more than likely he would soon grow bored of the plan he had made and do something else instead. He had a habit of forgetting his plans and justdoing whatever took his fancy. After all, there was no reason for him to have to stick to the plan, was there? Plans never seemed to work out for him anyhow. It wasn’t as though Harris would hurt him, even with this god damned chip in his head leaving him helpless against humans.

So instead of following the plan, he decided to follow up his earlier move. He moved back into Harris' personal space and began to caress his face, moving his hand up and down it in a way he knew would feel pleasurable to the boy, and then his hands began to roam down Xander's body. He slipped his hand beneath the boy's shirt, rubbing his cold palm along the warm flesh of Xander’s chest. He could feel the heat radiating onto his hand.

His other hand continued to roam until it reached Xander’s cock. Clasping the boy's cock through his jeans, he just stroked and held it for a few moments. Xander let out a moan as he released a drop of precome, which Spike could
easily smell.

Then he stopped.
……………………..

At first, Xander had tried to resist the succulent charms of Spike. Really he had, but when the incredibly hot vampire that he'd been having nightly dreams about for the past few months started to act out one of those fantasies, Xander knew he couldn't stop him, even if he wanted to. That feeling of helplessness might seem unattractive to some, but for some reason, it was really turning Xander on. His dick was more than hard by the time Spike had him backed up against the wall.

When the vampire's hand touched his face, Xander could not even begin to describe the feeling of pleasure that washed over him. That cool hand, soft and smooth as a girl's, was caressing him. The featherlight touch was such a tease, and worst of all, Xander knew that Spike was doing it on purpose, knowing the effect it had. How could Spike not be doing intentionally? After all, he'd had over a hundred years to master the tactics needed to get someone, male or female, into bed with him. He had to know what he was doing to Xander now.

There were two parts to Xander at the moment. The first part of him was the part that you would expect to see given his public behavior around Spike. This side was repulsed and disgusted that he was allowing Spike to do such things to him, and also feeling guilty about Anya. After all, she was his fiancée. The woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. So what was he doing here, allowing this disgusting thing to touch him like this? Even though it felt good, this side of him knew he should stop whatever was happening.

Then there was the second half of Xander. This part was just thoroughly enjoying the whole experience. Oh god, how did Spike manage to make the little things that he was doing feel so good? This side of Xander was just dying for Spike to fuck him, and fuck him hard, to fulfill all the fantasies he'd had over the previous months. At the moment, the second part of Xander was winning. No matter how much he wanted to, though, the first part was refusing to allow him to beg for more, or even say anything to Spike about what he was doing for that matter.

Oh god. Oh, god, how the fuck could something so simple feel so good? Spike's roaming hands had already made their way down to his biceps. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, and he was just moaning sounds of pleasure, his erection at full peak. The pleasure he was feeling right then wasn’t like any pleasure he had ever felt before. It wasn't the sharp burst of pleasure that he felt when he reached completion. It didn't have that intensity, but it had a depth that sex didn't have. In a sick twisted way, it felt right. The situation was fucked up, there was nothing right about it, but Xander couldn't deny the way the contact felt.

Then finally Spike's hands reached his cock. Oh god, the way the vampire was handling it with such care, such tenderness... He was touching it just enough to make Xander feel so right in all the wrong places. His second thoughts and guilt disappeared, overwhelmed by the physical sensations. Fuck, Xander just wanted to strip naked, get down on his hands and knees with his ass hanging in the air, and let the vampire take him here and now. Then what he had been secretly expecting to happen, happened. Just as he felt a drop of precome dampen his boxers against the head of his cock, Spike suddenly stopped what he
was doing and stepped away. What the fuck?

Xander just looked at him with complete confusion displayed across his
features.

...................

This had not been Spike's initial plan. Originally, he'd planned to fuck the boy brutally and hard, then leave him there to feel sick and humiliated and yet dying for more. However, this had worked out much better. He had managed to do the smallest amount possible to get the boy worked up, using a few stroking techniques that he had perfected over the years. Then, just as the boy was ready to allow Spike to do whatever he wanted, completely gagging for it, he had left the scene, completely abandoning the whelp.

He could already predict how the boy was going to react. First, he was going to have a wank (on the sofa, probably) to the events that had just occurred, and then in the morning, he was going to feel guilty about what he had allowed to happen between the two of them, acting as though Spike was nothing to him. It was amazing how alike the whelp and the Slayer were. They both would probably think that they were in control of the situation, but really, Spike had all the control. He just did not let them know that.

A small smirk bloomed on his features. Hey, he couldn’t help it if he found playing mind games with people so pleasurable, could he? He'd looked the boy up and down after he'd stopped, relishing the attraction and horniness rolling off the boy in waves. After this examination of the boy, he'd walked over to the other side of the crypt and was ready to enter the trap door leading to the lower part of the crypt. Over his shoulder, he'd yelled, “Good night, Whelp!”

Remembering the way Xander had just stood there in shock, Spike smiled and lay down to sleep.

Bite me you Fiend

The Tease[1 of ?]