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.
The silence in the darkened room hung heavily as the two men sat together,
staring into each other's eyes. Their hands continued to touch, rub and move
almost independently of their conscience.
Each knew that there were still unspoken and unresolved issues between them
but by mutual, unspoken agreement, neither wanted to wander any further out on to
the shaky platform than they already had.
For Spike, whatever Xander's concerns were, they were not something that the
vampire was willing to compromise on. The bloody chip had caused him to do all
the compromising he would ever do. He was a Master vampire. An immortal
demon and Xander would have to learn that he no longer engaged in petty give
and take with the human population.
Xander's track of mind was as far from Spike's guess of it as could be imagined.
Xander was thrilled with who Spike was now. He did not want the watered down
version of the vampire that he had seen used and abused in Sunnydale. A chipped
Spike was what Xander had come to think of as Spike-lite.
No, the Master vampire was exactly who Xander wanted to be with.
He was strong. He was powerful. He was everything Xander had always known
he could be, and the fact that he still had a soul in no way took away from that.
Instead, it only made him better. It was like a drop of warm honey in a cup of
bitter tea. It was the perfect blend.
Xander hadn't forgotten his promise to Jack and the details of the plan in his mind
were all worked out but couldn't be executed for several hours. It gave him
time. Time to be with his vampire. Possibly one last time.
Deciding they had talked enough, Xander slid off Spike's lap. He pulled the shirt
off over his head and, with his eyes locked on Spike's, he popped the top snap
of his jeans and let them slowly open as the zipper clicked down tooth by tooth.
"Wll, now, Pet. What's all this?"
Xander didn't speak. He let his actions be his answer.
He was wearing no underwear and his hard, red, cock appeared, head first,
shaft second. Xander used his left hand to shove the denim down off his hips
as his right hand gripped his thick flesh. When his fingers brushed it, it twitched,
happy to be touched but disappointed in the warmth of the living skin.
Spike inhaled, smelling the damp heat, the pheromones and the want that poured
off his boy. He watched as Xander stood proud and nude just inches from him.
Xander moaned as his hand lightly slid loosely up and down his shaft. He wanted to
grip his cock roughly. He wanted to strip it till it overflowed, jerking and spurting
into his hand and on to the floor, but he held off.
Spike wriggled around, tugging his own trousers off and freeing the rigid dick
that was painfully squished in the too tight black jeans. As soon as it sprang free,
he put his finger and thumb just under the mushroom head and he slid back the
foreskin. With his legs wide open, Spike continued to play with himself and
watch the show, knowing it was staged for only him. The only thing missing
was the dialog. Spike wanted words.
"Talk to me, Pet. Tell me how it feels."
Xander's brain tried to come up with flowery, descriptive words, but finally
gave up, turning the function of his mouth over to the lower part of his cortex
and trusting that Spike wanted truth more than advanced vocabulary.
He looked deeply into the clear blue eyes as his peripheral vision saw the
vampire's hands rubbing his chest, pinching his nipples and continually
stroking his cock. He was fascinated by the way Spike's hand would pause
when it reached the root of his cock, he would push it forward before letting
it bounce back and his hand would again slide up to the head.
"It feels wonderful. Like every nerve in my body is tingling in my cock. It makes
my legs shaky and my toes curl. I want to cum. Everything in me wants to cum.
My nuts are heavy and my ass wants to open up and feel you shove all that
fucking cock into my body. Jesus I need to cum but I won't. Not yet."
Spike's hips rocked in time with his strokes. His soul wanted soft kisses, slow dances
and candle light dinners. His demon wanted to bitch slap the soul for it's stupidity and
send it to it's room. The demon screamed for him to spin the boy around, bend him
over and shove his man meat hard and fast into a hot, tight hole that would pinch
and painfully squeeze him till he dumped a full load of dead sperm into his boy's bowels.
The soul consceded that that would be an acceptable alternative.
Spike had always been a vampire that liked all his senses stimulated and right
now, he was in heaven. The sight and smell of Xander, combined with his
body so close to the touch and his words weaving a spell that held Spike
hypnotized, he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself by cumming before
"You're my fantasy, did you know that Spike? When I jerk off I think of you.
I imagine you taking me, using me and pleasing yourself with my body."
Xander's words, interspersed with the sighs and grunts, wormed in to Spike's
ears and swam through his body like an eel. He could feel the first drops of
eager cum that squeezed out the slit each time his hand pushed the foreskin
up and over.
He watched Xander continue to masturbate. He could see Xander's hand had
tightened it's grip despite his claim that he didn't want to cum. Spike's hand eased
down to his sac. He stared. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to sink his fangs into
Xander's flesh and suck his blood as Xander's channel sucked on Spike's cock.
"Bloody hell, Xan, fuck you look good. I can smell your cock and your nuts.
I know you're close. I want to see you cum."
Xander stopped stroking. His fist remained wrapped tightly around his
throbbing, desperate cock and his face screwed up in the strain of getting
himself under control. Spike continued to stroke.
"Why'd you stop? Please, Xander don't stop."
Xander released himself and placed both his hands on the vampire's knees.
He gracefully lowered himself down, kneeling between Spike's legs as though
he were totally unaware of his own rigid, aching cock.
Spike straightened his spine and smiled.
"Yeah, that's right innit? You want something more? You want to swallow my
spunk when you cum? Oh, Love, yeah, wrap those warm lips around me.
Suck my dick."
Xander placed the flat of his tongue on the side of Spike's cock and slowly
ran it upwards. When he got to the top, he licked and poked hungrily at the
wet slit, finally sticking the tip of his tongue down in the tiny opening and
trying to coax out more of the wonderful fluid.
"Mmmmm. Oh, God, Spike you taste so good. So cool and salty. I want to
go to bed with you and just suck you all night long. I want to fall asleep with
your cock in my mouth."
"Fuckin' hell, Xan."
Spike fought the urge to clamp his thighs around Xander's head and forcefully
fuck his face. He could feel the cum churn in his balls and he knew he had held
off as long as he could. With his thumb pressing his cock forward and his other
hand on the top of Xander's head, Spike scooted even further on the edge of
"Fuck your hand, Xan. Cum with me. Cum......fuck....yeah."
Spike's eyes rolled up in his head and his fingers dug into Xander's scalp to
prevent him from pulling away as his cock grew even harder in Xander's mouth
and the first thick blob of cum spurted against the boy's tonsils.
He needn't have worried. Xander swallowed hungrily as a hot wave of passion
rushed through him. It caused his balls to draw up and shoot hot, wet strings out
the head of his twitching, pumping dick, splattering the dust ruffle of the flowered
couch and puddling onto the floor.
Xander sighed happily. As the blood returned to his brain, his mood sombered.
He continued to hold the wonderful, slowly deflating flesh in his mouth and he hoped
this would not be the last time.
He hoped Spike would forgive him for what he was about to do.