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 puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.
Spike snapped his fingers and pointed toward the bed.
"Lets go, Love, times a wastin'. Let's get this show on the road."
Xander scowled and paused before he climbed on. This was not what he
had envisioned. Even Anya, crude as she was had shown a little more
finesse than this. Not much, but a little.
"Damn, Spike. This is a big moment for me. I don't expect roses and
poetry but a little foreplay might be nice."
Assuming they were still negotiating, Spike nearly countered with an offer
of two-play before he caught himself and thought better. Xander was right.
This WAS a big moment. He had never taken a Consort before and this
was a situation that deserved respect.
"Sorry, Love, you're right. Wait here!"
Confused, Xander sat up on the bed and watched his vampire rushed
from the room. Within minutes, he returned. He set their small radio on
the dresser and turned it to Xander's regular country station. Recognizing
Xander's favorite song of "I Want To Check You For Ticks", he turned
it up. Spike then he returned to the side of the bed, his hand still hidden
behind his back.
With sincerity and devotion shining in his clear blue eyes, Spike bent at the
waist and held his closed hand out. When the slim, pale fingers opened,
Xander could see the small round, chocolate covered cherry that was
being offered to him.
"Earlier tonight, Love, you gave me your cherry so I am offering you
one in return. It will start this relationship off on equal grounds."
Xander gasp. He had never known a more romantic moment in his life.
His eyes filled with tears and he lifted himself to his knees where he threw
his arms around Spike's neck.
"Oh, God, Spike I love you! Come on Big Guy, let's make us a Consort."
The stage was set. The small dumpy room around them couldn't have
been more romantic if it had been the honeymoon suite at the Waldorf
as they snuggled, touched and kissed.
Spike laid down beside the man he had chosen to spend the rest of his
eternity with and he took a few moments to just look. It surprised him that
he had been blind for so long. How could he have foolishly spent so much
time pining over his lost Dru, chasing someone as superficial as Buffy or
even reminiscing over the wonderful hours of having his sire chain and
beat him into shuddering orgasms.
He kept the cuffs, just in case, still, it had all been time wasted like piss
down a urinal.
And now it all seemed so foolish. It was like comparing pennies to Ali Baba's
cave of treasures. Months ago, when he had finally opened his eyes and really
looked at what was stumbling around right in front of him, he was stunned.
Xander was magnificent. He was strong, brave, honest and faithful,
something Spike craved but had never found in a companion. And he
was devoted. When he looked into Spike's eyes, Spike felt as though
he were the most important vampire in the world.
Of course, he was.
Someone on Oprah had said once that a man does not love you because
of the way he feels about you but because of the way he feels about himself
when he is with you. And Xander made Spike feel ten feet tall.
Not that Spike would admit to watching Oprah.
Xander's smile had started to slip as the moment dragged on and he began
to fear that his vampire had changed his mind.
"Hey! No turning back now!"
The two men were lying on their sides facing each other. Heads on hands
and matching erections waiting impatiently. Spike grinned and laid a hand
on Xander's hip. His cool fingers slid around, cupping the human's butt
cheek and slightly lifting it, opening him up and exposing his hole to the air.
"No turning back. Just thought maybe you needed a mo. Wouldn't
blame you if you had second thoughts, Pet."
Xander leaned forward and kissed his lover lightly on the closed mouth.
"I have never been more sure of anything in my life."
Spike then pushed his hand against Xander's shoulder encouraging him to
lay on his back and he immediately straddled the human's hips. His demon
roared, rattling the bars of a cage he knew was about to be thrown open wide.
Spike leaned forward, placing his hands around Xander's throat. Looking
into the brown eyes, he saw no fear, only love and trust. Spike growled.
"Have you ever been bitten before?"
The question shot a bolt of fire straight to Xander's cock. He had dreamed,
fantasized and jerked off a hundred times to just that thought. The image of
Spike, in full fang face, snarling and sinking his teeth into Xander's unblemished
"No. Never been. Wanna be."
The answer was accompanied with a whimper and a whine. Then he
suddenly grabbed Spike's wrist.
"Wait. Stop. If you bite me your chip will fire."
Spike's hands released their grip on Xander's neck and moved sensually
down his chest till they reached the firm, small brown nipples.
"No worries, Pet. Once you agreed, it was all good. Even if you had
changed your mind, it was too late. I was free to ravage you, pierce your
veins with my razor sharp fangs and suck the hot, sweet blood from your
body till you jerk and twitch in the throes of a wracking orgasm."
Xander gasp and moaned as his flesh tingled and his cock burned in
anticipation. His breath hitched as he watched Spike's features ripple as
his forehead cracked and raised into high hard ridges. His eyes glowed
yellow and his fangs grew long and sharp. He then twisted and pinched
the pebbled nipples roughly and painfully causing Xander's hips to jerk
His heart rate escalated along with his breathing as Xander's arousal
shot skyward. He then relaxed, allowing all thought processes to close their
shops to business. His brain would not be needed for this.