5/21
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Very NC17!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, products or articles
mentioned in this story and gain no monetary profit from it.
Willow and Buffy are feeling guilty about their fake gift and are concerned
they haven't heard from Xander in days. When they check on him, they
find him with Spike. In shock, they decide to do a real spell to give their
friend his hearts desire, hoping he will dump Spike.
Warning: This story is a pointless, spornographic bit of fantasy, fluff and
sex. The author does NOT endorse the bizarre sexual techniques or
situations this story contains. (O.k., some of them are......never mind)
As always, full credit to the talented Petxnd who brings puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.
Xander told him about the birthday wish cards and Spike knew them for
what they were. Bullshit. But, he convinced Xander that they had just
instigated what both men wanted anyway and Xander happily agreed.
As soon as the witch and slayer left, the men had returned to the bedroom
where Spike demanded Xander take a much needed nap.
Xander insisted he had other needs.
Spike's hips thrust forward in short, quick jabs that caused his cock to
bump Xander's prostate. The action wasn't hard or fast enough to
get either man off, but it held them, teetering on the sharp edge of a
fall into paradise that was almost painful.
"Fuck, Xan. So hot. So good. So tight."
Xander's eyes were squeezed shut as his forehead beaded up with sweat.
His own rock hard cock could hammer nails. It dripped constantly yet
he refused to touch himself, knowing even the slightest brush of his
fingertips across the swollen head or the engorged thick shaft, would bring
this glorious misery to an abrupt end.
Suddenly, just as Xander was beginning to think he would spontaneously,
humanly combust, the vampire reached his limit first. With a pathetic
whine, Spike rolled over, lifting himself to his knees. He grabbed his
human and flipped him around till he had Xander positioned on his hands
and knees beneath him.
"Xan....I need..."
"Yeah, just like that....come on, Baby. Deep. Hard."
Spike did as he was told and he let loose a flurry of pounding thrusts.
His ass set a pace that drove his cock further into Xander's body than
either man would have believed possible.
Spike threw his head back and inhaled, deeply smelling the aroma of human
sweat, pheromones, spent semen and the intoxicating scent of the blood
rushing through Xander's veins and pulsing in his neck.
Spike itched to bite. His demon screeched, demanding that this flesh and
blood being be marked, claimed and owned. His heart ached for the same
and his reason knew that if Xander was willing, the chip would be on board.
Xander reached between his legs and he grabbed his own cock. The mere
thought that he was being taken doggy style was so deliciously wrong, that
three good strokes and he was exploding in hot spurts of slimy sperm, filling
his hand, dripping onto his mattress, and causing the muscles of his sphincter
to slam tightly around his vampire's erection.
Both men hunched forward with a groan as Xander's orgasm triggered
Spike's and they rode the range together.
There were no words, only gasps, moans, and groans as they lightly
rocked together, each man's dick twitching and spurting till there
was nothing left but dry muscular after-jerks.
Spike leaned forward resting his head on the nubby backbone of his lover.
He knew he should pull out and let Xander lie down but he was reluctant.
Even as he shrank and his cold dead seed started to leak from his lover's
channel, Spike wanted to stay, to live in the welcoming heat and loving
comfort.
"Oh, Pet, you are....."
Before Spike could sprinkle praise and flowery words over the limp body
he now found himself holding up, the room began to shake. Xander jumped,
suddenly alert and tense. It was a move that clamped down painfully around
Spike's ultra sensitive dick.
"Ow! Damn, OW! Xander stop. Hold still. Let me..."
"It's an earthquake, Spike. Fuck! I know making the earth move wasn't
one of my wishes. It must be a real fucking......"
"Stop squirming! You're tearing my dick off!"
"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Spike and Xander screamed together as the walls fell away and the entire
room went white. Blinding white. Illuminating, obliteratingly mind blowingly
white.
The bed they were kneeling on shook and rattled as though the very demons
of hell were trying to toss them off. Pictures fell from the walls just seconds
before the walls, themselves, evaporated.
Both men knew this was no ordinary earthquake and Spike's skin crawled
with the crackling air of magic that surrounded them. Still physically joined, Spike
grabbed tightly onto Xander's hips as the human fell back against his vampire,
feeling the security of the strong, muscular arms that held him, and they waited.
The air around them swirled, first light, like fog, then thicker, as if they
were stuck in the center of a room full of wet smoke. Soon it grew denser,
thick and liquidy. Xander began to gasp for air finding it harder and
harder to breath.
Spike clutched at him tighter. His cock finally slipped from Xander's body
as the vampire felt panic grip his cold dead heart. His pet was suffocating
and he didn't know what to do.
"Xander! Xan....stay with me. Xander, are you....?"
Then, as quickly as it began, it all stopped. As though a giant wind fan had
been turned on, the air cleared and Xander sucked in a life giving lung full of
precious oxygen.
Together the two men climbed from what was left of their bed and they stood,
looking all around them.
Spike was confused as everything came into focus. It was a room, large and
square, the walls were covered with shelves and the shelves stacked high
with indiscernible colored objects.
"Where are we? What the hell is this place? Christ, Xan, are we in hell?"
Xander was stunned. He knew exactly where they were. It was a place of
unimaginable agony that he had been in too many times to count.
"Oh, God, Spike! This is worse than hell. We are in Shoe-B-Lee.
The biggest shoe store in the Sunnydale mall."
The two men stood, stark naked, just inside the huge glass wall and doorway
that separated Shoe-B-Lee from the rest of the mall. They were only vaguely
aware of the crowds of shoppers milling about outside the store, toting bags,
licking ice cream, carrying on apparently unaware that a vampire and his
human had just been deposited in their midst as a demonic form of torture.
With a squeak, Xander covered his privates and backed away from the huge
pane of glass. Spike crossed his arms, tipped his head to the side quizzically,
and stepped forward.
He then, unexpectedly, threw himself against the glass in full game face and
began wildly humping, slapping his flaccid penis against the window for all the
world to see. He got absolutely no reaction from the passersby.
Calmly, he returned to Xander's side.
"No worry, Pet. We are apparently invisible. No one on earth could
resist staring at a handsome cock such as this."
Spike gripped and shook himself.
Xander just shrugged. It was true. He had trouble not staring.
So apparently, they were trapped in Nike hell and no one could see them.
There was nothing to do but wait to see what happened next.