Paring: Primarily S/X with a very minor S/OCs.
Rating: NC17 Adult Reading
Disclaimer: The Bee has no claim on any of the characters or
products named in this story and receives no profit from anything.
Warnings: Adult language, Prostitution, Violence, strong sexual
content. NOTE: All the boys working in Hope House are over
the age of 18. The Bee does not do underage!
Summary: Long after the final battle of Sunnydale, Xander is
alone, his life in shambles. Is there anywhere he can go and anyone
who can give him hope? There just might be.
As always, kudos to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.
Xander yawned. He had tripped over two tombstones and totally missed the
last fledge that had jumped out at him. He jerked the controller in his hand
but the vampire got past him only to be staked by Spike's character who had
hidden in the mausoleum.
Xander cursed under his breath.
"Damn. No fair. You saw him rise from the grave while I was still powering
up from the last attack. Besides, those extra stakes you earned on the last
level gives you too much of an advantage."
"You snooze, you lose, Pet. And speaking of snoozing....."
Spike chuckled and glanced over at the clock on the mantle before hitting the
power button that caused all the demons to collapse back into the ground till
the next time. He took the Playstation controller from Xander's loose grip
and dropped it on the floor.
"Come on, Love, you are nearly asleep. It's late and time you were in bed."
"What about the others? Shouldn't the other boys be home by now?"
Spike put an arm around Xander's shoulders and led him down the hallway.
"Not to worry. They will be back soon. Mrs Gessel will wait up for them
and make sure they are all right."
Xander nodded and leaned against the strong, wonderful vampire. When they
reached the bed, Spike gently undressed the boy, noting the improvement of his
condition in just the short time since dinner. At this rate, he would be thin but
completely healed by tomorrow.
Xander waited as Spike also stripped down. The cool air raised goosebumps
all over his exposed flesh. It was an odd feeling, the cold outside Xander's body
combined with the flush of warmth inside as Spike was again naked and close
enough to touch. If one had the compulsion to do so.
The need for sleep was retreating as it was replaced by other, more urgent cravings.
Cautiously, unsure of the vampire's reaction, Xander reached out a hand and placed
his palm flat against the flawless, sculpted chest. His fear of rejection was overbalanced
by relief that his dick was filling and fattening painlessly.
Spike's eyes fluttered and he moaned quietly at the warm, tentative touch that caused
his own cock to stir and twitch. The heat from the boy's hand seeped in directly over
Spike's unbeating heart and he could almost recall the feeling, over a century ago,
of his own blood pumping warm, life giving blood throughout his body.
With a small step closer, Spike whispered.
"What do you want Xander?"
Xander looked up, surprised at the question and was unsure of the answer.
"I, ah.... back in Sunnydale, we never...."
Quickly, Spike cut him off.
"This isn't Sunnydale. Those days are gone and forgotten. We're different people
now, Xander and there is no one we have to answer to."
Xander knew Spike meant his friends. The boy had often deprived himself of
things he wanted to do or say because he desperately needed the approval of his
friends more than his own happiness.
But Buffy and Willow were gone now.
And only Spike was still here.
Xander's pupils widened as his hand slid up Spike's chest and he gingerly let his thumb
trace the outline of the vampire's collarbone. It was sharp and defined in it's curve.
"Can I touch you? All over?"
Spike closed the small gap that remained between them and pressed their bodies
tightly together. He nuzzled the boy's neck and he nipped sharply on his earlobe
causing Xander to jump and yip.
"You can do anything to my body that you want, Xander. Anything that would
give you pleasure would feel good to me too."
Xander was stunned. Because of the mental repulsion of what he had been doing
along with the physical deterioration of his body, Xander had not had an erection
in weeks. Yet here he was, hard as a rock and so sexually aroused he thought he
may just come on the spot. With Spike, he felt like it was the first time, like he was
unspoiled and clean.
Despite his sexual history, he was now shy and unsure, but he felt so drawn and
connected that he couldn't resist. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and
turned his hips just slightly to the side to cause his cock to bump against the uncut one
that waited for him.
Spike struggled not to just grab the boy and toss him to the floor, taking what his
demon felt was his. He knew it was important to let Xander move at his own pace.
Xander laid his forehead on Spike's shoulder. His voice was breathless and cracked
with a prepubescent hitch.
"Can we lay down together?"
In a whoosh of power and speed, Spike swept the boy off his feet and gently
laid him down before climbing in over top to settle on the other side and wait
for the next request.
More emboldened, Xander pushed Spike to encourage him to lay on his back.
When he did, Xander's hand automatically stroked his own hard on a few times to
fan the flames before returning to his exploration. Spike felt the warm stickiness of
precum from Xander's fingers when it smeared across his nipple.
"Fuck, Xan, that feels so nice. Your hands feel so good. So hot."
Instantly, Xander cringed. That was the same thing his customers said. He pulled
back and retreated. Spike felt the shift in mood and he had a pretty good idea why.
Quickly, he rolled over on his side and took charge before this whole evening could
be ruined. He ran the pad of his thumb across his boy's forehead and spoke softly.
"Relax, Xander. You aren't all well yet. Just clear your mind. Forget about
everything and let me drive this time. I can make us both feel good."
Before Xander could protest, Spike did the unthinkable. He gracefully moved
himself down till his face was only inches from Xander's eager, twitching cock
and memories of his fantasy returned full force.
The butterflies in Xander's stomach beat their wings furiously and he couldn't look
away. His whole body reacted and surged to the erotic sight of the beautiful blue
eyes that stared at him as his lips wrapped around Xander's leaking knob.
The atrocities of the past were dismissed as irrelevant in comparison to the passion
and intimacies of this. He wanted to say 'thank you'. The best he could do was...
The questioning hum shot from inside Spike's mouth, tickled around Xander's dick
and wiggled through his balls. Xander threw his head back. His toes curled and
uncurled repeatedly. His feet widened and his hands settled on the soft blond hair.
The more Spike sucked, the harder Xander's hips pumped upward. He was vaguely
aware that Spike was jerking himself off at the same time and the thought that Spike
found this pleasurable overwhelmed him.
He knew he couldn't last. It had been so long since he had actually wanted sex and
even longer since he had someone to really share it with. And this was Spike!
This wasn't his brain writing a script. This was reality. This was being acted out in
front of a live audience.
The spoken word drew a million pictures of the vampire in his brain. Spike laughing,
Spike smoking, Spike fighting. Spike naked. Automatically, his sac drew up
painfully. He shoved his hands down on Spike's head and arched his hips as high as
they would go, shooting his hot, thick cum down Spike's throat, whining with pain and
pleasure as he felt the powerful throat swallow every drop greedily while Spike's tongue
searched for more.
When it was over, when he was licked clean and the muscles in his body had unlocked,
Xander was slammed with the knowledge that he had done to Spike what all those
men had done to him. He had used the vampire for his own release.
"Oh, God, Spike. Shit that was....."
Spike could smell the shift and the regret and he had no intention of allowing it to grow
and fester. He kissed his boy on the lips, eyes and chin, while his fingers traced up
and down Xander's arm.
"Yes, it was wonderful, wasn't it. I hope you aren't disgusted with me. I got so bloody
hot from sucking you that I came all over the bed. Now, I suppose you will complain
if I make you sleep in the wet spot."
Spike laughed and Xander relaxed. Everything was all right after all. He wasn't bad.
Spike still liked him. Relief stung his eyes with tears.
Within minutes, he was sound asleep.