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 13/18 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 13/18 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
'You can't hurry love'
Jack trotted steadily along following the road for about an hour, then Xander turned off the road and began to ride across country. After a while Spike scowled. "You know where you're going?"
"Sure, Salt Lake." Xander replied.
"Why didn't we just follow the road?"
"Because that's the first place anyone following us would look." He rolled his eyes. "Besides this is a short cut."
"You've been to Salt Lake?" Spike raised his eyebrows.
"Nah, been near there though."
"Then how do you know this is short cut?" Spike folded his arms across his chest, this ought to be good. "I have this amazing sense of direction." Xander boasted. "You couldn't find the road out of Virginia City." Spike reminded him. Xander twisted in the saddle. "I was being shot at!" He exclaimed. Spike rolled his eyes and grabbed Xander around the waist, they trotted on.
Two hours later they ran out of land. Xander peered down into the ravine below, a wide, slow moving river meandered along at the bottom. "I knew we should have stayed on the road, sense of direction my arse!" Spike huffed and folded his arms tightly. "Now what we gonna do, genius?"
Xander squinted a the river below. "It'll be ok, I've been in plenty of tight spots before, always managed to get out of them by my own wit and cunning. It'll be fine, just give me a minute." A moment passed and he twisted in the saddle and looked speculatively at Spike, Spike raised an eyebrow. "Got any ideas, blondie?"
Spike sighed and gazed down into the ravine. "There," he pointed. "there's a row boat, can we get down to it?" Xander shook his head. "Not from here, it's too steep Jack'd never make it." Jack nodded in agreement, he was a horse not a mountain goat. "There may be a way down further on."
They rode for about half an hour and the side of the ravine became a more gentle slope, even so it took Jack almost another half hour to pick his way carefully to the bottom, then they rode back to the boat. Spike dismounted and checked out the small, wooden craft. "It's old but it seems watertight." He climbed in and settled himself reclining in the stern. Xander snorted. "I suppose I'm the one gonna row?"
"Sure, if you can find any oars," Spike smirked. Xander looked around. "There aren't any, what we supposed to do?"
"Just get in and push off, the current will carry us downstream." Spike reasoned. Xander shrugged and turned to Jack. "You hear that? Downstream." Jack nodded. "Ok you follow the river downstream and meet us and for God's sake get it right!" Xander patted the horse's neck and Jack moved off, picking his way along the bank of the river. Xander tossed in the bag and then pushed off the boat, he had to scramble through the water to climb aboard. Spike rolled his eyes and shook his head, cowboy was hopeless.
Xander lay back in the bow of the boat and looked at the sky. The day was warm, the breeze balmy, and the river rocked the boat gently as it drifted slowly following the current and both men dozed.
After twenty minutes Spike opened his eyes and looked at Xander, he kicked his foot and Xander looked at him. "You want to come up this end Xander?"
Spike hooded his eyes and did that thing with his tongue. "Oh, I thought we could lay side by side, look at the sky, maybe fool around." Xander scrambled into the stern.
Xander settled on his back and gazed at Spike, grinning. "I thought you didn't give it away?"
"This time I'm willing to make an exception." Spike smirked and rolled on top of the larger man.
Xander was shocked by how strong Spike was and how determined in his assault on his mouth.The blond fused his mouth to his with such passion that Xander moaned and opened his lips. Spike's tongue dived in and after a brief dance with Xander's did a thorough inspection of his throat. The kiss was hot, firm and demanding, unlike anything Xander had experienced, he attempted to roll Spike beneath him, but the blond pushed him back and ground his firm erection against Xander's. Xander gasped and arched, Spike grinned. Suddenly Spike's hands were everywhere, Xander's shirt was opened. smooth, firm hands ran over his heaving chest and flanks, dark nipples were tweaked hard and Xander yelped and giggled his hands clutching at Spike's ass. "Oh lordy, fuck!" Xander gasped.
Spike nibbled along his jaw, sucked at his neck and reached into his own jacket pocket for the small jar of Vaseline, because he always believed in being prepared. When Spike's hands reached for his belt buckle, Xander suddenly felt there was something wrong with this scenario, wasn't he supposed to be the one riding? "Hold on there Spike............." Spike put his tongue in his ear and wriggled it. Xander's eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh Christ," he panted. "that's a mighty talented little organ you've got there," he groaned. Spike chuckled. "It's not the only one." And he rubbed their cocks against one another, Xander bucked up and cursed as Spike loosed his belt. Xander never worked out how he lost his pants, or how Spike managed to get them over his boots, because lord knew, he never could. The first Xander knew there was a breeze round his bare ass and balls and his hard dick was in Spike's mouth. Xander made a grab for Spike's ears, Spike jerked his head back and Xander's dick slipped from his mouth with an obscene slurp and heartfelt groan from Xander. Spike grasped Xander's wrists and held them down. "Not. The. Bloody. Ears," he ground out. Xander grasped each side of the boat in a vice like grip, he'd have gripped his own balls as long as Spike kept on sucking! Xander bucked and groaned, Spike sucked and reached for the Vaseline and coated his finger.
Spike raised Xander's arse slightly and ran a Vaseline coated finger between the cheeks. Xander gasped. "Hey, whoa hold on there.." He panted raising a red, sweaty face. Spike released his cock and grinned. "What's good to give, is good to take ." He waggled his eyebrows, Xander got the full meaning and his eyes widened, he chuckled. "Now let's just.. Ack!....Fuck!" Spike latched onto his cock and sucked, at the same time the slender, vaseline coated digit squirreled it's way into Xander's arse, crooked and stroked. The boat rocked wildly as Xander bucked. His macho libido fainted, his cock throbbed happily in Spike's mouth and he didn't care who did what to whom as long as Spike kept on doing that..........If he stopped, he'd shoot him first chance he got.
One handed, Spike undid his own belt and pushed his pants down far enough to release his hard, red, throbbing piece of man flesh, it slapped against his belly and drooled in anticipation. Xander giggled madly, Spike inserted another finger and scissored them, he licked Xander's cock to distract him but he needn't have bothered, Xander had boarded the train and was hurtling along the track. Spike inserted a third finger and slowly fucked him, scraping a finger nail over his sweet spot occasionally. Xander bucked, cursed, arched, giggled and clung to the sides of the boat. When Spike was sure he'd done what he could to prepare Xander's virgin arse he pulled out his fingers, Xander groaned and glared. Spike grabbed his boots and put Xander's legs over his shoulders, he slicked up his cock and grasped it. Xander stopped glaring, his eyes widened and Spike lined up and pushed.
"Ow...Ow ... Ow!" Xander 'owed' as Spike pushed through the ring of muscle. Once the fat head was through, Spike stilled gasping, the boy felt amazing round his cock. Xander raised his head. "Is that it?" Spike scowled. "No it's not it!" Spike pushed forward bending Xander in two and sheathed his entire length in Xander's hot, eager channel. Xander yowled. "Oh yeah! Fuck Spike you feel amazing!" Spike lent forward and rocked, Xander saw stars, Spike's mouth covered his and he heard bells, Spike began to move his hips and Xander's fingers bit into his arse urging him on. It was a wild ride, Xander arched, bucked, tossed his head and pushed into Spike; Spike's hips snapped as he drew almost out and repeatedly slammed into the cowboy bending him in two, he angled his thrusts and pounded his sweet spot, the boat rocked wildly. They both panted, groaned, grunted, moaned and cursed. Sweat ran down Xander's face and dripped from Spike's nose and hair as they both careered towards the orgasmic cliff and in unison hurtled over and tumbled to the rocks below. There were no sweet words or calling of names, they both cursed the air blue and slumped in sweaty exhaustion.
Both had never felt anything like it in their lives.
They had a pounding in their hearts and roaring in their ears. "Fuck Spike that has to be.............."
"The best fuck of my life." Spike completed. Then he frowned. "Can you hear a roaring sound in your ears?"
Xander nodded. "Yeah I can."