Summary: Not canon. AU based loosely around Hush from Btvs Season 4.
Spike and Xander are thrown together by a twist of Fate. Will they kill each
other or will they find a common ground that both vampire and human can abide by?
Warnings: Soft porn - masturbation, frottage.
Written for lj's Fall for S/X
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein from BtvsAtS or its entities are not mine and I make no money. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Spike couldn’t remember exactly when or how the whelp had wormed his way under his skin and he really didn’t care as he let Xander gently wash his hair while they stood under the shower together. The boy’s deft fingers massaged the shampoo into the vampire’s now auburn locks as Spike purred and tilted his head so that the soapy foam would run down his back and coat the throbbing cock that was pressed against the cleft of his ass...
They didn’t think that they were out of their league when they had arrived at the crumbling factory on the outskirts of town that night. The Scooby gang had faced a seven foot tall, armor-skinned Jar-ron demon once before and had come out of the battle unscathed, so they had no reason to think that their mission would be unsuccessful. But this time, while Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles were congratulating themselves on the kill, it was only Spike who saw the serrated tail of the shuddering beast’s death throes shoot directly at Xander.
Spike had stood off to the side of the downed beast, watching the group’s little victory celebration. He was never really a part of the gang but Giles was paying him pocket money for his services and he enjoyed the hunt tremendously. It was like sex, the hunt was, filling him with endorphin and arousal, making him hard. He pulled out the cigarettes from his duster pocket and tapped one out, determined to have a smoke before he disappeared into the darkness to wank off.
As Spike put the cigarette to his lips, he noticed a slight twitch of the Jar-ron’s body out of the corner of his eye. Before he had a chance to shout a warning to the distracted humans, the beast groaned and cut the air with a sweeping stroke of its razored tail that was sure to hit Xander spot on. Spike leapt with vampiric speed, throwing his body between the beast’s tail and the Scooby, taking the brunt of the blow full force into his chest like an arrow.
The ferocity of the blow knocked Spike off his feet and he screamed out in anguish at the searing pain in his thorax. His hands flew up instinctively to grab the bony protrusion in his chest and break it off before he fell against Xander’s back, pushing him down on the ground to make a human cushion for his torn body.
“What the fuck!” Xander howled as he struggled to push Spike off him and scramble to his feet.
All had been shocked at the sudden movement of the beast that they thought they had killed. It was only when they had witnessed Spike being impaled and had heard him scream, did they come to their senses, but it was too late. The blond vampire was laying motionless at their feet on the cold asphalt with a barb protruding from his chest, his blood pooling on his tee shirt and under his back.
“Huh! Didn’t see that coming,” Buffy huffed as she toed Spike’s prone body. “Suppose we should pull that demon tail out so Spike can be on his way. Shame it wasn’t closer to his heart... Oh! Wait! He doesn’t have a heart... not a beating one, anyway...”
Buffy bent over Spike and reached for the barb in his chest but she was stopped by a firm hand on her wrist.
“He’s hurt, Buffy... can’t you see that?” Giles said softly.
“So? He’s a vampire. He’ll heal. We just have to get him to his crypt and pull that thingie out and he’ll be fine in no time...”
“I don’t think so, Buff,” Xander’s shaking voice belied the fact that he felt like throwing up. “He... he... saved my life...”
“Good! Then you can take care of him. I’m tired and I’m going home. Willow?”
Xander looked at Willow incredulously as she started to follow Buffy.
Willow shrugged her shoulders and smiled apologetically as she passed the two men standing over Spike. It was easier for her to follow Buffy home rather than face the slayer’s wrath, even though she felt guilty for not staying with Xander and helping Spike.
Giles sighed heavily as he watched the girls disappear into the darkness, then knelt down to examine Spike’s wound. “At least he’s not bleeding out too much... for the moment... I think we should get him out of the cold and make him comfortable. Then we can decide on how to remove that... that whatever it is sticking out of him.”
“Yeah... yes. We should definitely get him out of the cold... home. My home... I... I’ll take care of him... He saved my life.”
Xander couldn’t remember exactly when or how the blond vampire had wormed his way under his skin and he really didn’t care as he rubbed his slick cock against the cleft in Spike’s ass and listened to him purr. He loved to hear the small vampire purr. The soft rumble would start deep in Spike’s chest and work its way up to his throat, vibrating softly and it soothed him...
Truth be told, Xander had never liked the blond menace and he didn’t know how to care for a vampire, especially one like Spike. Spike was rude, crude and snarky and ... evil... as in... Evil vampire, but he had saved his life, for fuck’s sake and Xander was an honorable man who believed in repaying his debts.
Giles had helped deliver Spike to Xander's apartment and after removing the barb from the blond’s chest, had cleaned and bandaged the wound and had given the boy a crash course on the feeding and care of said vampire before he had left him. Alone. Alone... with Spike.
After Spike had regained consciousness, there was an uneasy truce between the two. Both were thankful for the saving of lives and after a brief and awkward hug, had agreed that it was not manly to speak of it again. Besides, Spike was too weak and unable to hunt and to his chagrin, had to rely on the whelp to feed him and help him with his toilet.
As Spike healed, Xander became more comfortable and trusting of the vampire. He was surprised at how intelligent Spike was when he could get him to talk, so he continued to make idle conversation with the blond while he fed him warmed pigs blood with a touch of cinnamon.
Spike wouldn’t admit to it, but he would look forward to their little conversations, trying not to seem too eager for companionship. Unfortunately, things would be different once he was able to take a few wobbly steps around the apartment and Xander wasn’t taking any chances.
“Don’t see why I have to be tied up,” Spike pouted.
“It’s just while I’m sleeping,” Xander yawned.
“Like I’d bite you anyway.”
“Oh, you would.”
“Not bloody likely.”
“I happen to be very biteable, pal. I’m moist and delicious.”
Xander tried to stifle a groan as he felt himself harden. He had been fighting a growing attraction to the not-so-blond vampire over their weeks together and he hoped that Spike wouldn’t smell his arousal. Tying him up seemed like the best solution to keep him out of his bed and away from his neck.
“Alright, yeah. Fine. You’re a nummy treat.”
Spike shifted against the ropes and tried to gain friction against the bulge in his pants. He had put up with the sounds and smell of the boy wanking off during the night for weeks now and he was getting desperate.
“And don’t you forget it.”
“Xander, don’t you care about me?”
“We never talk anymore.”
“Shut up, Spike and go to sleep!”
Spike didn’t sleep. He would wait patiently until he heard the slowing of Xander’s heartbeat and the steady breathing of slumber before he would wiggle out of the ropes around him and go quietly into the bathroom. It was there that he would strip off his clothes and take himself in hand, slowly stroking his cock to the image of fucking the boy hard into the mattress until he came, trying not to cry out as he spurted.
At other times, he would steal out of the bathroom and stand at the foot of Xander’s bed, listening to his soft snores as he stroked himself. It had all changed on that fateful night when he was caught.
Xander had rolled over unexpectedly and their eyes had locked like deer in headlights. There were no words spoken for what seemed like an eternity, but when Xander lifted the edge of his blanket in invitation, Spike smiled and slipped in beside him...
Xander’s hands slid slowly over the bony v of Spike’s hips, following their natural path to the nest of curls that held the vampire’s awakened sex. He grasped the turgid flesh that he found there and to Spike’s delight, began to stroke his cock lovingly as he ground his own erection into Spike’s buttocks.
The warm, soothing water from the shower pulsed over the two lovers as they moved in unison and lulled them to a gentle release, both sighing softly as the evidence of their union was carried away.
Spike turned to face Xander and pulled his head down for a gentle kiss before he lowered his fangs and slipped them into the claim mark on his consort’s shoulder. Xander’s eyes rolled back into his head and his body stiffened as he came again.
“Love you S-Sire...” Xander whispered.
“Love you more, Childe...” Spike moaned against Xander’s skin before he took a small sip of the boy’s sweet blood and he, too, came hard once again.
~ fin ~