bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,


TITLE: Gangsters
S/X do Bonnie & Clyde 19/20

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Overall NC17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named
in this story and have no relationship to the original movie.
Summary: This story was written for the movie challenge at UX.
It is my take on Spike and Xander in Bonnie and Clyde.

Warnings include violence, bad language and strong M/M sexual content
Additional warning: Daddy kink.

As always, hugs and thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.

Lying on his back, Xander bent his knees and spread his legs. His voice
was quiet and breathless.

"Put your fingers in me, Spike. Fuck me with your hand."

Spike slid one slick finger in and immediately, Xander clamped around it.
The thought of that soon being his cock made Spike want to jack off and
shoot his load all over his boy but he knew if he could just hold off he would
have better. Much better. So he paused and gave himself time to regain
control. When he felt the tide recede, he went on.

"Lift your nuts. I wanna see."

Xander lifted his hips. He pulled his leaking cock with one hand and tugged the
loose skin of his sack up with the other. Watching Spike stare at his fingers
as they disappeared in and out of Xander's ass was so shamefully erotic that
Xander had to close his eyes to prevent his own orgasm. Finally, when he
thought he could speak with out squeaking.

"Let's try. Slick up your cock and put it in me. I think I'm ready."

Spike slid his fingers out from the solid, rippling grip of his lover's hole.
Spike disagreed but his cock was past ready so he needed to try.

"Yeah? You sure? Don't want to rush you, Love."

The whole time Spike was asking, he was slathering the salve on his
aching, throbbing meat and lining it up. Xander laid his head back as
he continued to stroke his dick and tried to relax. When his legs were
lifted onto Spike's shoulders, he opened his eyes.

He wanted to see Spike's face in the moonlight. He wanted to see the
strain, the grimace and the look in his eyes when they were joined together,
sharing one body.

"Get ready, Baby. Here comes Daddy's nice big meat."

The shocking, unexpected words along with the screaming, splitting pain
as Spike pushed his way in was nearly Xander's undoing. He had never
imagined saying such a dirty thing before but now, he wanted more.

"Fuck! Daddy! It hurts! Fuck, it hurts so good. I'll be good. Please,
Daddy, fuck me hard. I'll be a good boy."

Xander's small voice and acting ability sizzled down Spike's spine. It
made his skin itch and his toes cramp. His boy should be in the picture shows!

"Mother Fucker! Yes! Damn, Daddy's good boy knows how to make
my cock feel good. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Each word was punctuated with a ramming in and a pulling back and both
men had slid into an erotic fantasy world that filled their brains with
amazing filthy pictures that they knew they would explore further, together.

"Hold your legs open for Daddy. I want to fuck you nice and deep. Daddy
wants his boy sore so everybody knows that sweet little ass belongs to

Xander's eyes rolled up and he felt the tingle squirm sharply in his nuts.
Immediately, he placed his feet flat on Spike's shoulder's and he lifted his
ass even higher. When Spike drove it in, it hit a spot that made Xander's
teeth rattle and his cock explode in his fist, shooting out onto his stomach
and pooling in his belly button.

"Daddy! Daddy, fuck me. Daddy I........"

The instant Xander's cock erupted, his inner walls contracted, squeezed and
rippled. Spike braced himself and he stopped moving letting Xander's ass milk
and massage the orgasm out of him. His balls pulled up and he emptied himself
into Xander's body as he crooned at what a good boy his Xanny was.

When the waves of crashing pleasure finally waned, Xander slumped and purred.
His legs dropped like lead and he contentedly laid like a lump as Spike wiped
him up with the corner of the blanket. Xander was sound asleep before Spike
had finished.

That had been three days ago and now Xander leaned up against the split
log fence and he watched the old milk cow grazing in the field. He thought
back over the last three days and he was amazed at how well everything
had worked out.

He and Spike had made love as much and as often as physically possible till
his lips had been sore and his ass was raw. They had cuddled, wrestled,
kissed and fucked. They had whispered soft, gentle, heartfelt endearments
one minute and shouted wild, perverted profanities the next. It had seemed to
Xander like they were packing a lifetime of love and adventure into every
single moment they had together.

Timothy Pierce had gone in town on the first day and brought medicine and food
but no lawmen, so Spike had relaxed and said the man could be trusted. Of
course, it didn't hurt that they kept Lucy with them as a little added insurance.

And now, here they were, rested, well fed, relaxed and much loved. Xander lifted
his head to the sun and he smiled at the warmth that encompassed him. The only
thing better were the arms that now circled his waist from behind.

"What are you smiling at, Love?"

Xander turned in Spike's arms and kissed him on the lips.

"I'm just thinking how nice this is."

Spike frowned.

"So, you're saying you don't want to go?"

Xander pushed himself back, putting space between them and staring at Spike's
face to read the truth.

"What? We can go?"

Spike chuckled and stood beside Xander, leaning against the fence.

"Well, fact is, I just came from the house and Buck is much better this morning.
His fever is gone, he is awake and little Lucy says he is over the worst of it.
I talked to Timothy and he says they can stay on for a while. Dru and Lucy are
getting on great, playing with dolls together and such and Buck can rest up till
he is back on his feet. Fact is, we really don't need to be here anymore.
So what do you think, Love? Ready to hit the road?"

Xander threw his arms around Spike's neck and pulled him in for a deep
tongue tangling kiss till they were both gasping for air.

"I am more than ready. Where will we go? North? East? We still have
enough money that we can pick and choose our next job carefully, don't we?"

Spike ran his hands through the thick dark hair and he stared into the loving
brown eyes. He found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off the boy.

"We do, Pet. In fact, I think you and I should have us a quick honeymoon
while we plan the next heist. You ever been to Galveston? They say it
has a hot sandy beach and you can swim in the warm water of the gulf.
What do you say, Love?"

Before Xander could answer, a sudden chill ran up his spine causing him to
shudder violently. He remembered his Pa telling him that it was a sign that
someone was walking over your grave. He didn't understand what that meant
then and it still didn't make sense, but it left him with an ugly feeling of
foreboding. Like something he should know that had slipped his mind.

"Texas? You want to go back to Texas? You sure that's a good idea? Maybe
we ought to stay north for a couple years, you know, pull a few small jobs, gas
stations and markets, shit that nobody really cares about."

Spike shook his head and lit a cigarette. After inhaling deeply, he blew out,
forming a circle with his lips and Xander marveled at the perfect smoke ring
that left Spike's mouth. Xander poked his finger through the center and watched
it disintegrate.

"No more small chicken shit jobs for us, Pet. I promised you one big payday
and that's what I plan to deliver. Do you know what else they have in Galveston?
They have railroads. Huge, busy railcars that transport payroll cash, gold
and bonds. And soon, they will be famous for being the first train robbed by
Spike Barrow and Xander Harris. What do you say, Pet? Are you on board?"

Xander roared with laughter as though Spike's play on words was the funniest
joke he had ever heard. He then picked his lover up and swung the smaller
man around and around before setting his feet back on the ground.

"WooHoo! When can we go?"

Spike chuckled and adjusted his half hard erection.

"Ten minutes too soon? Just let me pop back in the house for a mo. I want to tell
Timothy where we are going. You know, let him know what roads we will be taking.
That way if Buck takes a turn for the worse, they can get hold of us."

Xander nodded and smiled at his lover. He wasn't sure that was a good idea, but
Spike's love for his brother would not be denied.
Neither would Xander's love for Spike.

  • The Love of the Bullied 9/?

    Title: The Love of the Bullied 9/? Author: Forsaken2003 Pairing: S/X Rating: R Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon Comments: Always…

  • The Love of the Bullied 8/?

    Title: The Love of the Bullied 8/? Author: Forsaken2003 Pairing: S/X Rating: R Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon Comments: Always…

  • The Love of the Bullied 7/?

    Title: The Love of the Bullied 7/? Author: Forsaken2003 Pairing: S/X Rating: R Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon Comments: Always…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic