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Writer's Block 
30th-Jul-2009 05:02 am
Title: Writer's Block
Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17 overall.
Paring: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing. Certainly not the characters or products
mentioned in this story and unfortunately, the Bee makes no profit from it.

Summary: This story is a light hearted comedy/mystery.

It is based slightly (very slightly) on the plot of the old movie
"House Of Long Shadows". It is an HUA that tells the story of a very successful
mystery writer, Alexander Harris, who is suffering from a severe case of writer's
block. Against his better judgement, he accepts a $10,000.00 bet with his
publisher after claiming he can crank out a full manuscript in a 24 hour period. This
short story is his struggle to do that and the bizarre obstacles that pop up.

Warnings: Sexual dialogue and M/M slashy acts.

As always, special thanks to the amazing Petxnd for her wonderful banners.


Xander spun around and plastered his back against the protection of the
shelves of books. He wondered briefly if Karma was slapping his hand for the
dirty deed he had been about to perpetrate but dismissed that in the face of the
more logical explanation of the generator shutting down.

Xander stood still, unmoving and waiting. The room was both pitch black and
the silence so all encompassing that he felt as though he were sealed up in a
deep cave. Immediately he wondered where the others were and what the
were doing. When he did, that silly niggle of fear that he had been harboring
just under the surface, was beginning to poke its head up and wave.

Frantically, he tried to beat it back with reason and calm but he knew one thing
for sure, he could not stay here like a sitting duck.
Xander needed to move.

Cautiously, he reached his hand out for any solid obstacle in his path and he waved
it back and forth, when he felt none, he took a step forward. He then repeated this
slow moving pattern till he reached the wonderful, solid feel of the Library door.
When he opened it and stuck his head out, he was not surprised to find that the
darkness that surrounded him was also throughout the entire mansion.

Praying his voice wouldn't crack, he called out.

"Hello? Where is everybody? Spike? You there?"

"Pet? Xander? Stay where you are, Love, it's just an issue with the fucking
generator. You sit tight in the library and Spike will take good care of you"

The bizarre acoustics of the mansion prevented Xander from being able to pinpoint
where in the pitch darkness Spike's voice originated, but it didn't matter. The words,
the soft accent and the knowledge that Spike would fix this, that he would make
everything all right, filled Xander's heart with hope and, dare he think it?, yes, love.
O.k, maybe lust was closer to the truth.

It reassured him that Spike really was the man he had hoped. Xander relaxed
and felt his way back across the room till he found the desk and he settled
comfortably into the chair to wait.

Before he had the chance to chuckle at his own foolishness, he heard a sound.
The unmistakable noise of the library door creaking open then softly clicking shut
again. Xander's body went stiff and he sat bolt upright. His ears strained for
any sound.

"H..Hello? Did someone come in? Is...is there some one EEEKKKK!!!"

When the two hands landed lightly on his knees, Xander flopped back in his chair,
flinging his arms wildly and certain that he was about to die from sheer terror.
Before he had the chance to escape, a finger came up from the dark and placed
itself against Xander's lips as a low whispering voice bid him,


Xander's brain dove in and swam for the shore of the land of logic as he evaluated
the situation. He was alone in the room with an intruder, in the dark. No
gun to the head. No knife to the heart. No rope around the neck. Only the
admonishment to be silent and two hands busily unbuckling Xander pants.


Ever mindful that they were in a library, Xander kept his voice to a whisper.
A frantic, near giggling whisper.

"Spike? Is that you? Well, ha ha, of course it is. I get it. You said you would take
good care of me? Silly me, I thought you meant the generator. Well, carry on my
good man."

Xander lifted his hips helpfully as his jeans were tugged down to his knees, He really
wished he were in a better position so that everything could be removed below the waist.
He was more than anxious to introduce Spike to his little rosebud friend.

Realistically, though, Xander knew it was a bit early for his puckered part to make it's
debut so he would just sit back and let Spike become acquainted in his own way, whether
it is a hand shake or, 'Please God, Yes' a kiss on the head. Either way, the disembodied
hands seemed to have ideas of their own.

His half hard cock sprang free and bounced happily as it continued to plump and
grow in anticipation. Of what, he wasn't sure, but he didn't have long to wait. When
the first swipe of the hot wet tongue slid from root to tip, Xander grunted and lurched

Instinctively, his hands reached out seeking the soft blond curls in order to hold Spike's
head firmly while Xander selfishly fucked the caretaker's turkey thieving lips.

Before he could, the wonderful warm mouth pulled back and Xander's wrists were
caught and guided to the arms of the chairs. The insinuation was clear. If he touches
the sucker, the sucking ends. Xander shuddered. All the elements of this game
shot straight to his groin and his dick was now hard as a rock.

When it was clear he would comply, the unseen hands retreated from Xander's
wrists and reappeared on the insides of his thighs. Their grip was firm and as the fingers
stretched up higher, they squeezed the soft, lightly haired legs sharply while the mouth
turned sideways and suckled/nibbled it's way up his length.

Before he could stop himself, Xander's left hand reached out and the mouth again
disappeared. Immediately he pulled back.

When he spoke, his voice was low, raspy and conspiratorial.

"Sorry. Sorry. Don't stop. Yeah, o.k, I won't touch you. Please, just suck my cock.
Jesus I'm so fucking hard, Please........Ah, yeah, just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels
so good. Deeper, suck me deeper. God Damn, Spike, where did you learn to suck like
that? You Fuckin' Hoover bitch!"

Xander's butt wiggled back and forth as the talented mouth latched on like a leech. It
sucked, licked and swallowed. He whined as the lips attached themselves to the fat,
mushroomy head and pulled out every drop of bubbly mucusy precum, but when the
teeth nipped lightly at the hard bundle of nerves under the cap, Xander knew he couldn't
hold off much longer.

"Fuck yeah, I need to cum. Finger my nuts. Hurry, Spike, finger my.........UHG!"

Xander's hands clamped tightly around the arms of the master's chair as he
felt his cock erupt, jerk and pump his hot man juice straight down the throat
of the best cock sucker he had ever met. Hookers included.

When the last drop had plopped, the mouth retreated and without a word, the
visitor was gone. Xander slumped back in the chair as his bare ass squeaked
across the sticky, leather seat. His head lolled from side to side and he grinned
and muttered.

"Oooo. That was a good one. Yeah, that was goodie, good, good."

He was only vaguely aware when the library door opened and closed. Still in
total darkness.
30th-Jul-2009 10:17 am (UTC)
Hmmmmmm...questions upon questions. Was it Spike? How could they see in the dark when Xander couldn't? What are Spike and the others up to? Is Ethan in on it? Has Xander no common sense?

I love a good mystery.
30th-Jul-2009 10:39 am (UTC)
The answer to the last question is, apparently not.
Just goes to show that not everything that happens
in the dark is spooky bad.
30th-Jul-2009 01:56 pm (UTC)
uh oh! i have a bad feeling that wasn't Spike, lmao
great update! stupid stupid Xander, *sigh*
30th-Jul-2009 02:00 pm (UTC)
Xander is totally bamboozeled and he better snap
out of it if he wants to win this bet.
30th-Jul-2009 02:51 pm (UTC)
So that wasn't Spike so who was it... and he's soooo naive.... :-D sweet

30th-Jul-2009 03:14 pm (UTC)
He is VERY naive and totally in the dark. In more ways than one.
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30th-Jul-2009 04:37 pm (UTC)
He really needs to pull his pants up and put his foot down.
Of course that wouldn't be as much fun.
30th-Jul-2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
Yeah, something tells me that wasn't Spike that was fooling around with Xander. So who was it? And at this point, Xander will never win the bet.

So many questions and so little answers.
30th-Jul-2009 07:06 pm (UTC)
And yet, you know me. By the end, all will be revealed.
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