Rating: Adult NC17
Warnings: M/M sexual situations, adult language, reference of violence.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing in this world but her own peace of mind.
I have no claim on any of the characters or products named and make no profit
from my stories.
Summary: AU (Human? Vampire?)
This is the simple tale of a successful psychiatrist with a busy practice.
Dr. Alexander Harris lives and works in the rich and colorful area of the Florida Keys
and everything about his life seems right on track. Then, one day a man comes to
him for help. He is troubled with a history of violence that he hopes therapy can
teach him to control. Clear cut? Maybe not.
WARNING: Not worksafe image under the cut!
As always thanks and appreciation to Petxnd for the wonderful banners and the
Xander stood behind the desk in his office and he stretched the kinks out of his back.
It had been a long day of nearly back to back patients which resulted in a fried brain
and what seemed like a permanent crick in his neck.
He had already missed lunch and now, despite the fact that he was nearly starved, he
had no idea about what to do concerning dinner. With a bit of luck there would still
be a couple of scoops of peanut butter in that jar in his kitchen cupboard.
After taking a minute to straighten his desk and prepare it for the next morning, Xander
walked over and picked up the picture that sat at the far corner. He slowly ran his
thumb across the swirls and ridges of the ornate gold frame and he stared into the
eyes of the beautiful smiling blond.
"And how was your day, Sweetheart? Good? Yeah, mine too but to tell you the
truth, I am beat. Maybe we need a vacation. What do you think?"
"I think that is an excellent idea, Love. But what did I tell you about talking to that
picture of me? Your patients are going to think you are barmy."
Xander laughed and set the photo back in it's revered spot before heading directly
for the man leaned against the door frame. When he reached him, he scooped him
around the waist and jerked their bodies tightly together.
"You know I don't give a flying fig what any of them think. Besides, they come to
see me so they must be nuts themselves and anyway, as official Head Psychiatrist
for the Watcher's Council most of my patients aren't even human, so what the hell?"
Xander cupped the sides of Spike's face and he wondered for the millionth time how
his heart could have ever forgotten how much he loved this silly vampire. Then, he
leaned down and planted a kiss, deep and passionate, on the cool receptive lips.
When it finally broke, Spike slipped out of Xander's grasp and he skittered into the
office that Xander was trying so hard to leave. He went directly to the rich, plush
leather sofa and he dropped down, patting the seat beside him and waggling his
Xander feigned shock and outrage.
"What? You expect me to sully my official patient couch with spunk spots and
pecker tracks? No, no, a thousand times no! Besides, I'm hungry as fuck and
you forgot to do the shopping...again. Our pantry and my stomach are as empty
as Old Mother Hubbards cupboard."
Spike kicked off his shoes and proceeded to unbutton his jeans as though his lover
had just screamed passionately "yes, yes, a thousand times yes." He then slowly
and dramatically pealed off his tee which he tossed over to land on top the
grinning image of himself on the desk. Now sitting stark naked with a long, proud,
hard on jutting out in front of him, Spike licked his lips and spread his legs.
"Here's a deal for you, Love. A bit of the old quid pro quo. I haven't eaten yet
today either, so how about I get a quick bite now and then I will take you out to
Xander immediately felt the now familiar butterflies flutter around inside him as his
dick twitched in his pants and the claim scar throbbed on his neck. With the meds
long flushed from his system, his mind was clear and his heart was set. A slow leer
crept onto his face as he slinked toward the naked vampire. His hands deftly
flipped down the row of buttons on his shirt and by the time he reached the couch,
he was stepping out of his pants.
With a long suffering sigh, Xander straddled the narrow couch and the man lying prone
on it. He stood with his feet on the floor, one on each side and he looked down with
a faux disgusted resignation.
"I had no idea how demanding living with a vampire was going to be. Oh, woe is me.
I should have known what to expect when you dragged me out of the Welcome Home
party at Council headquarters just to screw in the janitor's mop closet. Willow's red
hair nearly turned white when she found us. Thank God the actual demensional
repair spell took only minutes, they couldn't get away from us fast enough."
Spike chuckled as his hand slowly stroked his cock. He laid flat on his back and stared
at up Xander's dick. It was so full and fat. The veins that ran the length of it were thick
and when that wonderful cock was shoved up Spike's arse, he could actually feel his
boy's heart beat as the blood flowed through it.
"So what will it be, Pet. Do you want to open your body up for me and sit down, or
shall you bend me in half and force that plump piece of meat into to my tight, squeezing
arse and fuck me till I can barely walk?"
Xander moaned. The wording left no doubt what the vampire wanted and since either
way was good with Xander, as long as he got bitten he didn't care which of them fucked.
Xander tipped his head back and closed his eyes as Spike ran his cold hands up the
insides of Xander's thighs. When he reached the 'Y', the backs of his thumbs pressed
into Xander's sac and wiggled the balls. The muscles in his stomach clenched and his
own hole felt deep and empty. Spike scratched the silky skin behind the balls and
like a responsive puppy, Xander squatted.
The younger man grunted as the feel of electricity sizzled in his spine and warmed
his nuts. His need for dominance made him want to jack off and squirt his load
of cum all over the naked vampire beneath him, but his desires had other ideas.
Immediately, his larger, hot hands grabbed the backs of Spike's thighs and he shoved
them toward his chest. God love a flexible vampire. Xander then dropped his face
down and his tongue began preparing the way for his cock. With no lube handy,
Xander intended to make that tight hole so wet he could swim his way inside.
Spike began humping and squirming as the warm, slick tongue licked, sucked and
poked him open. He reached between his legs and held Xander's head in place
hoping the tongue fucking could last forever. But Xander had other ideas and needs.
When his saliva was dripping and running around the wrinkled hole, Xander straightened
up, still holding the legs wide apart. It was time.
"Line me up!"
Spike whimpered and did as he was told. He released his own aching cock and both
his hands dove to position Xander's erection up against his wet, relaxed opening.
With sweat dripping from his scalp and forehead, Xander scrunched his face up in
concentration and he pushed.
It took little effort as Spike's hole welcomed Xander in and as soon as he was fully
seated, it gave him a bear hug. In the beginning, the walls of Spike's love tunnel were
cold but both men knew that friction with a living cock would warm it rapidly.
Quickly, Xander arranged himself with his hands on each side if Spike's head to support
his weight as his hips began snapping back and forth. Spike turned his face a licked the
inside of the wrist that smelled of blood and life and Xander. As it sent shivers of love
throughout him, his sphincter rippled and flexed.
"Fuck, yeah, Spike, squeeze me again."
Spike's eyes rolled up as the sensation of being split open surged through him in a
delicious agony. He roughly stripped his own cock with one hand and painfully twisted
and pinched his nipples with the other while his hips continued to hump up with each
"Yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah."
Suddenly, Xander's eyes popped open wide and he gasp.
"Now, Spike, change now!"
Spike understood the urgency of the order and his face shifted. At the same time he
felt the cock inside him grow thicker and harder and he snarled, showing his most
frightening vampire expression.
It had the expected result and the man above him lost rhythm. The thrusts became
irregular, short jabs as Xander crushed and contorted him even more in order to get
his neck as near Spike's fangs as possible.
Spike snuffled the heavenly, heady smell of arousal that pumped with the blood through
the veins. He ran his tongue over the raised humps of the oft bitten claim mark and
with a low growl, he snapped. The instant the sharp fangs broke the skin, Xander shoved
his cock in as far as it would go and he unloaded, filling the vampire's bowels to
overflowing with hot living sperm.
The sights, smells and taste of the love and passion that flooded his human's blood,
swamped Spike with emotion and triggered his own orgasm. It gushed out over his
hand to pool on his stomach and run down dripping off the sides of the leather couch
and onto the floor. For the next few minutes nothing moved beyone the twitching,
finishing cocks and the slow, shallow sucks. It was heaven on earth.
When they were both spent, Xander released Spike's thighs and he collapsed
down on top him, scooting around till he was comfortable. He had the vampire
squished like a pancake on the narrow, made for one sofa.
"Ugh! Get off me you great lump, I can't breath."
"You're a vampire, Spike, you don't have to breath."
"Oh, true that. I thought you were hungry. Don't you want to go eat?"
"Later, Spike. I think I'll just nap here a while."
Spike smiled and wrapped his arms around the human.
"I love you too, Xander. I love you too."
And so we arrive at the station and disembark another Bee story. I hope you
enjoyed the strange ride. Next? Our next long story is the tale of a man and
a vampire who meet on the Titanic however that doesn't start until Nov.1.
So, as a quicky space filler I have a short, 3 chapter story I will post on
Mon.-Wed. Warning! It was written in just a couple hours and *gasp*
there is no sex! Don't expect too much. Till then. Love from the Bee!!!