Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, humour, mild violence, swearing, angst, OOC, vague mentions of het sex, prostitution, varying chapter lengths. UNBETA'D. A little use of movie dialogue and songs.
Rating: NC17 overall, various chapters PG-NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X (With vague reference to X/OC, S/OC pre meeting.)
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
AN 1: Although Sunnydale characters have been used they are NOT necessarily in their Sunnydale persona's.
Note 1: This is set in the West of the 1880's, and it is not meant to be historically accurate. It mentions both the Mormon and Jewish faiths. This is fiction, it is a comedy, no disrespect is meant to either faith.
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*
Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.
Summary: Xander Harris is a young, charismatic cowboy making his way gambling, petty thieving, womanizing and occasionally rustling through life. When he 'accidentally' steals $40,000 from the hapless Rayne gang, he and his clumsy, near-sighted horse Black Jack are forced to go on the run. He ends up in San Francisco, where he meets the handsome Englishman Spike 'Duke' Quaid, whore, con artist, bar tender and Saloon entertainer and their lives will never be the same.
Chapter 6/18 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 6/18 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
'You can't hurry love'
Spike stood with his hand resting on the open bag. There were two hundred and fifty in loose dollars laid on top of the cowboy's clothes. That was money Spike could use, hell he needed. Not only would it buy the suit, but he'd have a bit put by in case things went sour in Salt Lake. He thought about stuffing the money into his pockets, but the kid was bound to notice, no, he needed to knock the cowboy out and take the bag. Ordinarily, it would have been easy enough. He always kept a sleeping draft in the ring he wore for use on awkward tricks, the boy would sleep for hours. Trouble was Spike liked the cowboy, he was pretty, nicely built, funny and seemed to be inoffensive enough. He groaned, he must be getting old, he needed to square his conscience. He thought, kid had never had a bloke.. Ok he'd give the kid a fuck to remember two hundred and fifty dollars worth, then knock the kid out and take the bag. "You ok in there Duke? I need to get going." Xander's voice floated through the door. Spike schooled his face into a sad pout, and as he opened the door, he hung his head and sighed heavily.
Xander looked at him. "Duke, what's wrong?" Spike twisted his fingers. "I can't do it."
"I can't leave. "He turned and pouted. "You were right, it's your hair." Xander's face cracked into a broad smile. "I knew it! Don't feel bad Duke, I know I'm irresistible." Spike rolled his eyes, he was beginning to have second thoughts.
Two minutes later both were naked on the bed and Xander was laid under Spike as he kissed and licked his way down his body. Xander's big hands ran over the pale, smooth skin and instead of soft curves, he could feel the ripple of muscle and the sharp curve of hip bones, he liked it. His hands gripped the firm globes of Spike's ass, and he squeezed. Spike jerked his head up from sucking Xander's belly button. "Easy there tiger, I bruise real easy." Xander's plump, dripping cock lay flat and hard next to Spike's cheek and dribbled pre-cum from the slit. Xander groaned. "Hell Duke you feel fucking good."
"Things are about to feel a whole lot better!" Spike's long, pink tongue licked up the shaft, Xander bucked and his finger's dug into Spike's ass. "Lord a mighty, fuck!" Spike slurped his tongue up and down as Xander cursed and widened his legs. He licked at the musky, slightly haired balls and took one into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. "Shit Duke, that's a mighty talented mouth you got there." Xander panted. Spike released his sac and wrapped his lips around Xander's fat mushroom head and hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Xander arched off the bed. "Son of a fucking bitch!" Spike pushed him down and took his entire piece of man meat into his mouth, the boy wasn't small and its girth stretched his lips. The head hit the back of his throat and Spike thanked God, he had long since lost his gag reflex, he bobbed his head up and down, burying his nose in Xander's crisp, dark curls and pulling back. Xander groaned and curled his fingers into Spike's hair. "Yeah, that's the way.. Oh shit!" He grabbed Spike's ears and held his head still as he thrust into his mouth. Spike wanted to protest about his ears, it felt like Xander was pulling them off, but his mouth was full. Faster, harder Xander thrust, grunting and panting. Spike needed the boy to cum if he was gonna have any ears left! He dipped his tongue into the slit, hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Xander let out a yell bucked up, stiffened and emptied his balls into the back of Spike's throat. Spike swallowed for all he was worth.
Xander relaxed and his cock softened and slipped from Spike's mouth, he let go of his ears. Spike groaned and sat up rubbing his ears. "Fuck Dirtwater, you damn near pulled me ears off!" Spike admonished. Xander gave him a soppy grin. "Sorry about that." Spike huffed, he didn't look sorry at all. Spike eyed him. "How long before you can get it up again?" Xander grinned. "You in a hurry?" Spike shook his head. "Nah, just wanna know when to start getting myself ready." Xander frowned. "If you're gonna stick that thing up my arse, I need to loosen up." Xander groaned and his cock twitched gamely. "Give me five minutes."
Twenty minutes later Spike positioned himself to give Xander a good view of his arsehole as he prepared himself. He slicked his fingers with the hair oil and lent forward running a finger down his crack and massaging oil into his tight hole. Xander watched with wide-eyed fascination, his dick twitched and started to harden. Spike applied more oil and gently pushed his finger in and moaned. It had been a while, the tricks were willing to pay the three dollars he charged for a blow job but balked at eight dollars for sticking one to him, one of the reasons he was ready to move on. Xander lent forward for a better view as Spike pushed two fingers into himself and began to scissor them, working at relaxing his guardian ring. Xander's dick got on board with the action and sat up and saluted, and he breathed through his mouth. "Damn Duke, how am I supposed to get this pole inside that itty, bitty hole?" Spike rolled his eyes. "Sorry to disillusion you Fox, but you ain't that big." In fact, the boy had a good sized cock, not as long as Spike's but bigger in girth. Xander shook his head. "Still gonna be a tight fit." Spike slicked up and shoved three fingers into himself and began to thrust them in and out. "You let me worry about that, you just make sure that pole of yours is good and hard and real well slicked up," he passed Xander the oil. Xander grinned and poured a generous amount into his palm and ran it up and down his cock until it glistened and pearls of pre-cum rolled down its length. Xander hissed and Spike groaned and jerked his hips as he crooked his finger and stroked his happy spot, his own cock hard and dripping against his belly.
"Ok, all slicked up Duke," Xander said breathlessly. "how we gonna do this?" Spike turned his head. "Ever seen a stallion fuck a mare?" Xander's eyes turned black. "Hell, yeah!" Spike waggled his eyebrows and got onto all fours, widening his legs, bracing his arms and raising his arse invitingly. "Mount up stud." Xander took the invitation literally, his larger body blanketed the smaller one as he arched over Spike's back. "Now grab that pole of yours and push it slow...." Spike never finished the instruction. Xander grasped Spike's hip with his left hand, his dick with his right, guided it to Spike's twitching, relaxed hole and pushed. Spike howled as Xander shoved his entire length into him in one go, and he felt the burn of stretched muscles. "Fuck! Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about, your real tight!" Spike's silky channel fitted like a glove and Xander grasped Spike's other hip and pulled him back making sure he was completely seated, he was. Spike gasped for breath. "Take it slow....." Spike keened as Xander drew back and thrust forward his fingers biting into his hips and Spike knew he'd be bruised. "Fucking hell you feel good! Yeeehaww!" Xander thrust again, Spike's eyes watered, and he was sure the boy was trying to force his dick out through his throat, it felt like his insides were being pulled out through his arse and then shoved back in.
Xander began to thrust hard and fast as Spike adjusted to his size, pulling Spike back as he thrust forward. The room filled with the hot, musky scent of sex and curses from each of them. Spike braced himself and more by good luck than good management Xander pounded his sweet spot. Spike keened and pushed back eager to get Xander's dick in him., Xander grunted with each thrust and sweat dripped off his nose, and he panted. Spike bucked, Xander slapped his ass hard. "Yehhhaaww bucking, fuckin' bronco!" His hips snapped back and forward. "Wow what a fuckin' ride! If I'd known men was this good, I'd have tried it a lot sooner." Xander adjusted position and thrust, Spike grabbed his dick and began to strip himself in earnest as he felt his balls draw up and lightning snake down his spine, it'd been a long time since he'd been ridden so hard and so well, it felt fucking good. What Xander lacked in finesse and experience, he made up for in stamina and raw enthusiasm. Spike trembled and stiffened, throwing his head back and howling out his orgasm as he seemed to spurt gallons of cum across the bed. Spike's muscles rippled and gripped Xander's dick spasmodically, he slowed letting the silky walls caress him and as the ripples died, he started thrusting again, Spike gasped as Xander pounded into him and his arms trembled trying to hold himself up. Suddenly, the cowboy's thrusts, became erratic, he arched completely over Spike holding him immobile while he gave one last thrust, held it, stiffened and came jerking and grunting. He slumped onto Spike's back and Spike collapsed panting onto the bed under him.
Spike gasped for breath as Xander softened and slipped out of him. "Get off me yer great lump!" Spike's muffled plea came from under the cowboy. He wriggled, struggled and was at last able to toss the boy off and emerged gasping and red faced. Xander was out cold. Spike spent a few minutes gathering himself together, his ass felt sore, and he flexed his ass muscles. Yep he felt the ache of being well used, and he'd remember he'd had the boy up there for a few days, he grinned. He reckoned the cowboy had, had his money's worth.
Spike hobbled to the bathroom. Cum dripped down his legs, and he cleaned himself up and pulled on his pants and boots. Xander was still out when he went back into the bedroom, he could just snatch the bag and leave, but there was a good chance the boy would wake and come after him. He sat on the bed and opened the Champagne. The pop of the cork startled Xander awake, and he sat up arms flailing. "Easy stud," Spike chuckled. "thought we'd have a drink before I leave." Xander washed his face with his hands and grinned. "Damn it Duke, reckon that was the best fuck I ever had!" Spike crossed to the glasses and using his body to shield what he was doing, opened his ring and emptied the white powder into the glass, added Champagne and stirred it with his finger and then poured himself a glass. He carried the glasses to the bed. "Yeah it was quite something." Spike agreed, handing him the glass. "To Australia," he toasted and downed the Champagne in one go, Xander did the same. "You don't have to leave, you're welcome to spend the night." Xander smiled. Spike shook his head. "Sorry Dirtwater, places to be, people to meet, been an experience though." On impulse Spike leaned over and claimed his mouth in a deep kiss, both men groaned, then Xander went limp, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the bed unconscious.
Spike sighed, put the glasses on the table and made Xander comfortable. He went into the bathroom and picked up the bag. He crossed the room and looked back at the peaceful form and opened the door. "Bye stud." He slipped through and closed the door behind him.