bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Wishes and Wants

Title: Wishes and Wants.

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.

Summary: This is the follow up to Happy Birthday, which can be found:

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 puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.

All the signs read the same. One simple word.


If they could win the game, they could claim their prize. They could pick
an exit.
'Simple as a pimple.' Xander mused. 'Pop it and run.'

Spike was not as confident. Whatever the challenge, it involved the large
painted clown face inside the booth. The grotesque face had black ringed
eyes. It had huge ears and wild, pointy tufts of hair. But most notable was
the open, gaping mouth. The rest of the interior of the booth was empty.

Spike stepped forward, courage had straightened his spine like a steel rod
as he inspected the garishly painted wooden characature.

"Fine. What the fuck do I have to do?"

Marvin roared with laughter.
"An eager beaver. I like that. The game is elementary, my fanged friend. You
simply hit the target. The center of the clown's mouth. That's it. Easy
as pie."

"Sounds good, don't it, Spike? You can do that with no problem,"

Spike and Xander looked all around for something to use as a projectile.
There were no balls, no beanbags no stones. Nothing to throw. Turning
to the barker with his questions, Spike picked up on Marvin's wink and leer.

He knew what he would be shooting through the waiting mouth.
Marvin was apparently more like his brother than he wanted to admit.

When he heard Xander snicker, he knew his companion also understood.

"Well, fuck, might as well get on with it."
Spike rolled his eyes and reached for his dick.

Immediately, Marvin roared!
"NO! SINNER! You must not desecrate your body with self humiliation!"

In shock, both men snapped around and were stunned to see Marvin
now dressed as a nun, cloaked in a long black dress, tight head gear and
waving and wielding a ruler that was ready to crack Spike on the knuckles
if he even thought about touching himself in 'THAT' way.

Spike's hands went up and he took a step back. Xander was less intimidated.
"Fine, so what you are saying is he needs a fluffer, right?"

Instantly a roar exploded behind them. Spinning on their bare heels, the
men saw the entire crowd from the carnival all clustered around, hands waving
in the air, men and women alike, all begging for the chance to be chosen.

All observers were ready to file applications and hoped for the job of fluffing
the naked, blond vampire. Xander even thought he could see a couple
tentacles flapping in the background.

Xander snatched the loud speaker microphone from Marvins' hand.
"Let me tell you something, people, if this was American Idol, you would
have all just been voted OFF!"

A collective "Awwww" filled the air before all went silent again and Xander
decided it was time to go to work. Easing forward till they were pressed
chest to chest, Xander tipped his head downward and captured Spike's
cool, smiling lips in a light, promising kiss.

"This vampire is all mine."
Spike's breath hitched at the posessiveness in Xander's voice.

He then slowly lowered himself, kissing a trail down Spike's chest and
stomach, stopping only when he rested on his knees, his cheek rubbing
lovingly into the crisp nest of light brown hair like a cat wallowing in a
laundry basket of bedding fresh and warm from the dryer.

Xander quickly scooped up the flaccid, cool member and let it rest on
his tongue. He loved it when it was still soft. Pliable, wrinkled and hooded.
Vulnerable. Trusting. It was the only time he could hold the whole thing
in his mouth at once.

Gently, Xander suckled it like a pup and Spike threw this head back with
a groan, spreading his legs and petting the soft brown hair of his pet.
It felt as though Xander were sucking every drop of the borrowed blood
that filled Spike's body straight into his cock.

Xander smiled as he felt the flesh twitch and expand. As it grew too large to
contain, Xander slowly pulled back his lips over the veined shaft, feeling
the thick, spongy head scrape across the roof of his mouth.
His tongue continued to toy with the foreskin, wiggling it back and forth
and tasting the reminder of their earlier times.

"Fuck! Jesus, fuck, Xander."
Spike wanted to ride the warm mouth to heaven. He wanted to fill the
boy's cheeks and throat with spunk till he choked trying to swallow
it all. He wanted to fuck his boy's face till......

"ACK!" The heavenly heat was gone.

"Well, that should do it. O.k., Spike, let's give it a go."
"Wha? HEY! Oh, yeah, sorry, Love, kind of forgot myself for a mo."

With no more hesitation, Spike waddled into position with a determined
Xander plastered to his side and a woodie jutting out in front.. Holding a
firm grip on Spike's manhood and his tongue poking out of the side of
his mouth in concentration, Xander began to stroke.

"Easy now, Love. Don't forget to aim."

"Hey! Whose doing this? You just squirt and let me worry about
where it goes."

Spike nodded. He canted his hips forward and grunted, straining as
though trying to expel a fart, which Xander had recently discovered
vampires do regularly.

"O.K., Xan. Here it comes. Get ready. This is it. I can feel it. Oh, Baby,
it's gonna be a good one. My balls are startin' ta squirm. Just a couple
more. Almost there."

Xander rolled his eyes. His arm was getting tired and his hand was
beginning to cramp. Suddenly, just as he was about to dredge up
a scathing sarcastic comment, he felt the cock in his fingers grow
harder. He immediately flicked his thumb nail over the head and
tweaked the bundle of nerves.

Spike's whole body went taut and his ass cheeks slammed together
defensively. Xander took aim and.........plop. One pitiful little
glob shot out and, thankfully, right through the center of the clown's
mouth. In a flash, the cartoon face closed it's lips as a long painted
tongue slurped around before it disappeared.

Xander snickered.
"Wow, not much volume there Spike. A little spent are we?"

"What? At least I could get it up. Your's is swinging limp as a
fucking wet noodle."

"WET NOODLE? Why you........"

Quickly, Marvin stepped in, interrupting the blossoming argument
"Gentlemen. Gentlemen. Tisk tisk. Don't you want to collect your prize?'

With one last growl, Spike snatched one of the EXIT signs from the booth.
The second it broke contact with the tent, their world went white.
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