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 woke slowly. He was surrounded by the warmth of the soft sheets and
blankets of the huge king size bed and the wonderful musky smell of their
combined release. Everything around him and within him screamed 'Spike'.
Before opening his eyes, he took a moment to take stock of himself and was
startled and slightly confused to realize that after only four days, he was apparently
completely healed of all his injuries. Spike had explained it by saying that his
rundown physical condition had made the damage appear worse than it really
was and some good food, medicine and rest had gone a long way to making
him better. Xander decided it must be true. Spike wouldn't lie.
Every cell in his being called out for the vampire and Xander rolled over, reaching
out and seeking the cool body that felt so right next to him. With a jolt, he realized
that he was alone and sat bolt upright.
"Right here, Pet."
Spike had returned to the room just as he detected the increased heartbeat and
breathing. Xander laid back down and smiled as he patted the empty space
"I feel a lot better today."
Spike swaggered across the room, leering and sucking his teeth.
"Do you now? And just how much better do you feel?"
Xander grinned as he watched Spike drop his lounging pants and his long, rigid
dick caught on the elastic waist band before bouncing free. As Spike climbed
on the bed, Xander rolled over on his back and his rested his arms high over
his head in a submissive posture that felt so natural.
Setting on the boy's hips, Spike placed his hands on the warm flat stomach. His
fingers slowly danced up Xander's chest, brushing his thumbs over the boy's hard
round nipples, and over to his shoulders. Easing himself down, Spike's body blanketed
the larger one as his cold hands proceeded up Xander's arms till finally his fingers
circled the boy's wrists and their lips met in a searing, searching, hungry kiss.
Xander squirmed against the restraining grip and the weight of the man above him.
His tongue battled and licked the one that filled his mouth with it's slick, wet demands.
He was sharply aware of every inch of the flesh that pressed down on him from
the vampires nipples that squished his to the light hair that tickled his abdomen
to the impossibly hard, dripping cock that slid wetly between them.
Xander's hips struggled to hump as his cock instinctively sought something to enter.
Something tight, something warm, something that would give him the friction he
needed to get off. A hand or a mouth would have been acceptable. An anal
cavity was probably too much to ask. Either way, an orgasm was the only goal.
It was the touchdown. It was the homerun. It was the grand finale.
Spike had his own ideas. Pulling back from the kiss, his voice was breathless,
desperate and wanton.
"Roll over, Baby. Let me open you up. Let me see you."
Suddenly, Xander froze up. The words, the tone, the ownership knocked the
wind from him and shot a bolt of terror through him that softened his erection and
changed his horny wriggling into a frantic shove to free himself.
"Get off! Get off me! Stop it! Stop it!"
Spike jerked back and released the terrified boy. He put some physical space
between them and held his hands up.
"Xan! Xander! Stop. Stop. It's o.k. You're o.k"
Xander's ragged breathing slowed and his eyes cleared. He was embarrassed
and confused by his own actions.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I really want to...you know...but I
Spike knew. He also knew Xander wasn't ready for a confession and Spike didn't
particularly want to hear one. Not yet anyway. Cautiously he scooted back till
their naked bodies were again lightly touching and Spike ran his cool fingers through
Xander's hair scratching his scalp. Like a puppy, Xander tilted his head and
closed his eyes.
Xander nodded, both as answer to the question and to keep the scraping action going.
"Did you like last night?"
Xander smiled and nodded.
Spike leaned over and began kissing the boy's neck, cheek and lips before
whispering in his ear.
"Then trust me. I'm so hard, my cock hurts, Xan. I need to get off and I want
you to enjoy it too. How about I roll over and you fuck me. I'll spread my legs
open and you can shove your dick deep into my arse. Shit, Xan, it will feel so
good. Will you do that for me?"
Xander's eyes popped open wide and his dick quickly began to recover. Refilling
with blood, it raised and fattened like a helium balloon and soon, Xander was ready
to march it down the center of the street in the Macy's parade.
"Are you sure? You don't care?"
The whole time Xander was asking, he was scrambling to his knees, pushing
and turning the vampire into reversing their positions. By the time he was
where Spike had been, Xander's cock was again hot, hard and hungry to fuck.
"Damn, Xan. Pitchin' or catchin', I just want us to play ball."
Spike moaned softly as he wrapped one cool hand around his own cock and one
around Xander's. The sight of the human looming over him was surprisingly erotic
and Spike gave himself over to the pretend weakness.
"There's lube by the bed. I can't wait to feel you."
Xander whined with impatience as he slicked up his cock and hand and took a very
few swipes of considerate ass play with his fingers to loosen the entrance up. Then,
like a dentist who can't wait for the novocaine to kick in, Xander threw the vampire's
legs over his shoulders and placed the throbbing head at Spike's tight hole.
Physics would have said there was no way it would fit.
Desperation knew better.
With his fingers gripped in a circle just under the mushroom head, Xander pressed
forward and with a grunt, felt it pop through. When Spike gasp, Xander paused
but need forced him on and with a jerk of his hips, his cock slid in.
Spike's legs pressed down on Xander's shoulders. He had forgotten how wonderful
the pain and burn of being split open felt. It surged throughout every inch of his
body filling his bowels in a way only a human should know. He didn't want it
to stop. He didn't want sympathy to force Xander to wait and give Spike's body
time to adjust. He wanted more. More pain, more cock. More.
Flexing up and riding, Spike told Xander it was time to move. So he did. Hard.
He slammed his cock as deep and fast as he could. He held the smaller thighs in a
bruising grip and Xander fucked, chasing an orgasm that he knew would rattle his
teeth and paralyze his limbs. He was only slightly aware that Spike was roughly
stripping his own throbbing erection.
When he did glance down, the sight of Spike's eyes rolled back and the swollen
cockhead protruding red and angry from the foreskin acted like a trigger.
His body jerked and he rammed himself as far into Spike's hole as he could as
he felt his balls unload through his cock.
The feel of the cock inside him growing even larger, harder and suddenly flooding
him with hot spunk, caused Spike to follow, spilling cool cum over his hand,
down his side and pooling onto the bed.
His ears rang and his dead heart soared. It was the best orgasm he ever had.
But, then, they all are.