Rating: M for Mature language and m/m sex
Also warning for violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
or products named in this story
Spike is a Homicide detective trying
to stop a serial killer before he strikes
again. Xander is a psychic who offers
to help him.
Thanks to the talented Petxnd for the banner and preread.
"Do you think my underarms are starting to get flabby?"
Max dropped the newspaper from his face and looked over the
tops of his reading glasses at the Brenda Starr wannabe beside him.
He was bored. Bored out of his mind and with another 13 minutes
left in the allotted 60 he decided maybe a bit of drama would liven
Very calmly he folded the paper and turned to her.
"Now that you mention it, yes. I did notice that when you were
doing that location shoot in Sear's appliance store that you had a bit
of a wing effect when you waved your arms at the Clearance sign."
A look of pure shocked horror filled her eyes as all the blood drained
from her face. Even though Max knew he had already hit a home run,
he couldn't resist one more swing at bat.
"That doesn't worry you does it? Shit, Buffy, you know I wouldn't
have mentioned it if I thought it would upset you. Besides, I figured it
would come easier from a friend than when the station starts getting
calls and e-mails from viewers at home. Sides, it ain't nothin' to
worry about. Happens to all women when they hit middle age."
Max shook the folds out of his paper and pretended to go back
to reading the riveting story of the two legged pup who had a little
wheely cart made for him and wondered how long before they were
assigned to cover the story.
"MIDDLE AGED??? MIDDLE AGED???? I'll have you know I'm only
twenty sev....five. Twenty five Buster! Oh My God! Oh My God!"
Max tried his best to suppress the chuckle as he listened to her
hyperventilate beside him. Then, glancing down at his watch, he sighed.
Ten more minutes.
Watching Xander tidy up the small kitchen, Spike smiled.
"You always so clean?"
Xander wrung the water out of the dish cloth and laid it over the side
of the sink.
"Yeah, I am. My brain is always buzzing, voices and thoughts
swarming like a hive of bumblebees, and I can't stand the added confusion
of visual clutter and mess. That's why honesty is so important to me."
Xander made sure he had Spike's full attention before he continued.
"Lies and deceit are like a cancer to our energy. It drains us, it
contaminates us and makes us less. We can't be who we are truly meant
to be, Spike, without total honesty."
Spike's breath caught in his lungs. He felt as though Xander were digging
down into his very core. Clawing with ragged, sharp fingernails and
uncovering every secret he had hidden there.
Standing and taking a step backward towards the door, Spike's voice
was quiet and soft.
"You don't understand. My job........my life. They are not as simple
as yours. I have too much to lose."
Xander eased forward as if approaching a wild animal threatening to run.
"You have more to lose if you're not. You lose yourself when you live
a lie. Just let it go. Start with one person, Spike. Say it to me."
Spike stood with his back against the wall. He briefly, very briefly,
considered telling Xander he had no idea what he was talking about and
leaving but maybe the boy was right. Every cell in Spike's body screamed
for the truth. Could he do it? Could he give everything up? Despite
the great night's sleep, Spike suddenly felt tired. Tired of the stress
of the LIE. Maybe, just maybe, he would be gaining
more than he lost.
Spike hung his head and whispered so low Xander could hardly hear.
Xander took a step forward.
Spike cleared his throat, lifted his head and looked Xander in the eye.
"I said I'm gay."
Xander closed the distance between them, scooped Spike up in his arms
and with their lips just a hairs breath apart, he murmured.
"Good. That makes what's going to happen between us much more
Spike grabbed the front of Xander's shirt and pulled him in close.
Their lips slammed together but it was Xander's tongue that first
forced it's way forward.
Spike felt himself melt under the incredible body heat of the man in his
arms. His mouth, his chest, everything about the wood carver radiated
a temperature far above anything Spike had ever felt.
He wondered if Xander were sick, if he had a fever, if.............
'Oh Lord, that tongue, those hands'.
Spike gasp when the heat of his hands touched Spike's chest and
he realized Xander had unbuttoned his shirt. He closed his eyes and tipped
his head to the side as Xander kissed the side of Spike's neck from ear
to shoulder, all the time unzipping the fly on Spike's wrinkled suit pants.
"Oh, Fuck! I'm gay, Xander. I'm gay."
Xander chuckled and pulled back slightly, his own body reacting
and raging for the slim man he had pressed against the wall.
"That right? Let's see how gay."
Xander dropped to his knees and pulled Spike's heavy, wet erection
out into the cool air. Spike struggled to get his legs a bit further apart
hoping Xander would take the hint and tug the balls out too.
Xander looked up at the fierce homicide detective looming above him
and let his brain shut down. All the voices went silent as his body reacted
to it's need. The blood surged to the rock hard cock he was fumbling
to pull from his jeans as he rubbed his cheeks over the dribbling cock
waiting impatiently for his lips.
Spike struggled to keep from grabbing the boys head and shoving his
cock down his throat. He dug his hands into the thick, soft hair and did
his best to find that last shred of control inside himself.
With his own erection finally freed and secured tightly in his fist, Xander
again turned his concentration to the thick piece of police work in front of
him. Leaning his head forward he wrapped his lips around the head,
took three quick stabs at the gooey slit with his tongue, then swallowed
it to the root.
Spike jerked forward. He had never felt anything like it. THE HEAT!
Jesus, the heat. It felt as though his batter had been poured into a loaf
pan and slid into an Easy Bake Oven.
Xander had always been ambidextrous. He easily jacked himself with
one hand and rolled the sac of the man above him with the other.
With nothing but blessed silence in his head he was free to fill himself with
The grunts, moans, and curses as he played the cop's cock with every
tongue trick he ever knew. The smell of him. The deep, musky masculine
scent of a man in need of a shower. It surged through Xander and charged
his cock, causing it to harden even more.
Letting the cock slip from his mouth, Xander held it up, causing the sac to
stretch it's wrinkled skin taught allowing him better access to lick, suck,
and sniff the area below and behind the balls.
Spike's vision whited out. He grabbed Xander by the ears and knew
as soon as those burning lips touched his cock again it was over.
"Please, Xander. Come on, Baby. Suck me again. I'm so close.
Spike's hips humped forward seeking the thermal heaven.
Xander spit on his hand and gripped himself tighter, speeding up the
pace of the strokes and knew he would last only as long as Spike.
Nipping the head almost painfully, Xander the attached his mouth
to Spike's cock with a heated suction and slowly sucked him down.
Xander then set a quick, deep pace with both their cocks and felt them
harden and draw tight at the same time. Xander froze, overwhelmed by
the intensity of his own orgasm he relaxed and let his body roll with
the wave after wave of pleasure that washed through him.
Watching the boy spill into his own hand was the tip over. Spike held
Xander's head in place and pumped twice more into his mouth before
releasing his own load down Xander's unresisting throat.