Paring: S/X, AU
Rating: Adult NC17 for language and M/M sexual content.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing including the characters and
products named in this story.
Warnings: Sex, violence and character death. Yes, the mouse
Summary: This story is a followup to Mouse but it is not necessary
to have read it. Xander brings Spike home to kill a mouse.
The mouse escaped and Spike stayed for the fun, games
and conflicts that S/X always get up to. One night Spike
gets more than a little drunk and does something stupid.
Comments: The last few stories have been drama and trauma. I felt
we needed some lighthearted fluff, comedy and stupidity.
Thanks to: Petxnd for her preread and suggestions and to Silk Labyrinth
for her betaing of boo boos. It should be noted that if any
irregularities remain it is due to the Bee's bullheadedness.
Xander was tossed and dropped like the proverbial sack of potatoes.
Together they laughed and chatted, words without care as shoes were
kicked off and shirts and pants pitched aside.
"I had a great day today."
"So I see. Ta for the blood in the cooler, love."
"What? Oh, yeah sure. You should buy bigger pants, they would come
off quicker. Oh, yeah, there we are."
Spike launched himself toward the bed, landing between his boy and the wall.
Xander rolled over to face the vampire and scooted forward, pinning his lover
in the small space.
"I've got you now, you fiendish vampire. There is nowhere for you to run.
You can't escape. Whatever will you do, my evil friend?"
Spike shifted to game face, growling and snapping his fangs just inches from
the end of Xander's nose. He immediately felt the hot flush of arousal that
rushed through the boy's tantalizing blood and heated his skin. Spike would
have given anything to be able to sink his fangs into that sweet, tough skin.
But he knew it was as impossible as lassoing a star. Fucking chip.
Instead, he decided to play the game that seemed to have tweaked his boy's
interest. He clamped his fingers around Xander's wrists and he pushed the boy
over onto his back, rolling with him and settling on top. Remaining in vampire,
Spike hissed fiercely as he loomed over top, snuffling Xander's throat and neck.
Xander's head lolled to the side as he offered himself up. He would have sold
Chumley his entire Battlestar collection for a buck right now if Spike could
have been able to bite him. It was an odd sensation. His crotch that was
exposed, focused and begging for a cool hand to cup and stroke him was
equaled by a throbbing vein in the side of his neck that needed the same.
His body arched upwards. His head tipped back and he moaned. The sheets
beneath him that had been cool just a moment ago were now hot and damp with
the perspiration that seeped from his pores. His voice was raspy and low.
"Please Mr. vampire, I will do anything you want. Please don't kill me. I will
offer you my innocent, never before touched body to use abuse and pervert
in any way you want."
Spike leaned down and ran his pointed tongue up the center of Xander's chest,
licking the thick wiry hair. He chuckled at his boy's offer and planned, within the
confines of the chip, to do just that. He then dragged his sharp fangs across
his boys skin to first one nipple then the other, sucking and gently nipping as
he went. Xander squirmed. He felt the cool air that drifted across the head of his
cock signaling that it was already wet with those early drops of release that couldn't
wait for the big moment.
As Spike slid up and down, their rigid cocks bumped and rubbed against each
other. It was a maddening torture and Xander knew his vampire really was evil.
"Come on, Spike. Let me fuck you. Grease me up and sit on my dick. Shit, I
can't wait to feel my cock up your ass."
Spike acted as though he hadn't heard a word the boy said and he continued his
oral exploration of the warm living flesh. He snuffed Xander's underarms relishing
the sharp tangy smell of a man who had worked hard all day in the sun to provide
for a slacker vampire. It thrilled Spike to know he was cared for.
He then returned to his human's torso. Lowering his face, Spike dragged his
hard ridged forehead down Xander's stomach in a slow, methodical manner
that was punctuated by regular bites that gripped the skin between his teeth
in an manner both intimate and bullying.
Xander dug his hands into the soft blond curls and began pushing the head down.
By now his cock was screaming for attention. Game time over.
"Lose the fangs and suck my cock. Damn it, Spike, suck me!"
Spike let his face slid to human as he crouched between Xander's wide spread
legs. He wanted it too. To taste the boy's spend. To roll it around his tongue
and let it warm his throat with it's sharp, salty tang. That was what he wanted
but not what he needed. Spike needed fucked.
"You want me to suck you? I'll suck you. I'll sniff your nuts and lick your
crotch. I'll rim your arse and do all the dirty little things you like me to do.
Things that makes your cock hard as a rock but you have to promise me
By now, Xander's hips were humping up in a regular rhythm as his dick pressed
against Spike's chest. Promise? Promise? At this point, Xander would have
promised to serve his mother up on a cracker to a Livr'wrst demon.
"Yeah, yeah, anything, sure, whatever."
Spike moved into position and he inhaled, filling his nose with the wonderful musk
of an unwashed, sweaty, Xander. It was heaven. He shoved his face between
the lightly haired balls and the juncture of his thigh. It was hot. It was a blast
furnace of moist heat that Spike could never get enough of.
"I'll suck you but you have to promise not to cum. I'll suck you just enough to
wet your cock and make it slippery so you can shove it deep inside me. Jesus,
Xander, I need fucked."
Xander was punched with the knowledge that Spike was as desperate as he
was. The vampire, a creature more powerful than ten men, was begging for
what this lowly human could give him. He placed his palm on top of Spike's
head in a manner symbolic of a priest bestowing his grace but before he could
give his benediction, Spike swallowed his dick to the root. The sensation blew
Xander's mind and severed the connection between his brain and tongue.
He was literally speechless. Almost.
Spike's warning was heeded as Xander gripped two handfuls of the sheet beneath
him twisting it tightly in his fingers as he gritted his teeth willing his disobedient
dick not to squirt. The logical thing to do to prevent such a faux paus would have
been to tell Spike to stop. Happily, all logic drained from his brain with his blood.
Suddenly, just as Xander was discarding all foolish promises, Spike stopped. He
looked down at the thick, round cock that twitched and reached for his mouth.
It was beautiful. It was wet, shiny with spit and the heavy mushroom head was
nearly purple with delayed need. Spike took one last moment to run his sensitive
tongue up the bulging, throbbing vein and to feel the blood that rushed through it
before spitting again on the head and raising himself into position.
Xander snapped to attention. Yeah, a blow job was great. It was like sitting
poolside at a crowded YMCA but a fucking was more. It was lying naked in
the sun in the Bahamas, sipping a mai tai. It was paradise.
"Yeah, baby, line that up, papa's coming home."
Spike did and with no further coaxing, he dropped, piercing his unprepared body
painfully with his human's abundant asset. Both men jerked forward, stopped
moving and allowed the shock of the first hit of the sex drug to overwhelm them.
Spike recovered first. He experimentally squeezed his inner muscles around the
intrusion and grinned when Xander moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He straightened his arms resting his palms on Xander's chest feeling the human
heart as it pounded rapidly beneath him. Spike then raised his hips causing
the cock inside him to drag deliciously throughout his rectum before easing
back down onto the burning fullness. Then, he did it again.
It was driving Xander insane. He had waited in the line long enough and he
was ready for Space Mountain to shoot from its launch pad. He gripped
Spike's hips and started pumping the smaller man up and down as the
vampire's own cock bounced neglected and needy, a pearly drop sliding
down the side and wetting the nest of blond curls.
Xander stared as his thick pecker disappeared again and again into the tight
grip if Spike's body and he wondered, as he had so often lately why every
man on earth wasn't gay.
Didn't they know what a pale imitation a pussy was compared to this?
"A little help, love?"
Spike's pathetic request snapped Xander back and he obligingly wrapped a
warm hand around the free-floating cock that slapped between them. As Spike
continued to rapidly raise and lower himself, Xander's hand worked the cool
dick and together the combination of physical stimulation and the presence of
the other man rushed them toward completion.
Spike felt it first. The muscles in his thighs strained and quivered. He pumped
slower and harder with an urgency to shove the hot living cock as deeply into
his body as possible. When he did, it rammed the head against Spike's prostate
and the zing shot through him like an arrow. He sat straight up, jutting his cock
out and feeling it twitch and jerk in Xander's hand as the power of the orgasm
rushed through him.
When he opened his eyes, he was stunned to see Xander holding it so that it
spurted string after string of cool cum into the boy's face. When their eyes locked,
the expression of Spike's shock sent Xander over the edge and he unloaded into
the vampire's welcoming body.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck that's good."
They spoke in a series of curse words and mumbled sounds that had no real
meaning besides an expression of satisfaction and affection as they rode out
the spasms that slowly retreated and left them grinning and sighing.
The vague thought struck each of them that there was something they wanted
to discuss, but with the tops of their heads blown off neither man could recall
what it was.