AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters
Version Spike-Xander
PAIRING : Spike/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
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our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
DEDICATION: This fic is for
Vicky and her husband who apparently love us for the first one!
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THE CONDITIONS
Fuck. I really don't need this right now. "What do you
*mean* no?" I ask, looking up at him, in irritation. "Last time I
checked, this was my room. It's past..." I check my watch. Okay, so it's
only ten. Not a good argument there. "I'm tired and I'm going to
sleep." I say instead.
"If *you* think you're gonna just get me to confess all
this shit and sleep, you can forget it! I'll go confess everything to the
fucking slayer and your little gang!" See what he does with that! I'm
through playing Mister Nice.
"Confess
what?" I ask, a little slow on the uptake at the moment. He just raises
his eyebrow at me and I know. Las Vegas. He wouldn't!
Oh,
yes. He would.
"They won't believe you," I counter. And I wish
my voice had sounded a little more confident than that.
"They won't believe that I can describe your body in
great detail? That I can tell them exactly how your blood tastes? And that they
can find your picture hanging in a bar in Vegas?"
Well
fuck. I really wish I'd gone with my instinct to steal the damn picture before
I left. And as for his memory... well that will definitely ruin things with
Anya. And Buffy. Probably not Willow, but she'll never really act the same way
toward me again.
"I'll..."
I sit down suddenly when my legs refuse to support me. I was going to say that
I could lie and tell them he forced me. But I'm a terrible liar. Willow would
see right through me. And with her sense of decency, she'd make sure everyone
knew I was lying.
"They're the only friends I have." I'm not really
talking to him, I'm not under the delusion that he'll care about costing me my
friends.
They're my only friends. I stand up again and say,
"They're my friends and they'll believe me! They won't believe you, you're
just a--" I stop myself before I add 'big meanie.' When did I revert to a
six year old? And maybe it's being here with Spike that's got me thinking about
this... but I think I liked being Alex a lot more than being Xander. Alex was
surer of himself. Alex wouldn't let his father beat the shit out of him.
Xander... well, Xander can't seem to do anything right to defend himself. Case
in point right here.
"I'm
a what?" I ask. "Can't even think of anything? Same old stuttering
child." I smirk at him, goading him. Come on, Kid, show me some of that
passion. Don't tell me you've lost it in five months.
"And for the record, when I tell them exactly how small
your cock is, they'll believe me. That is, if your Anya ever found it in the
first place."
"Not that it's any of your business, but Anya has *no*
complaints. And considering she's over a thousand years old, if I manage to
keep her happy, then I don't think there's anything wrong with *any* part of
me. And they will not believe an evil, soul-less demon over me!"
"If you're so undeniably great, then where is she?
*Maybe* you're just the best human around. Let's face it; demon sex is very
different from human sex. Maybe she's gettin' some on the side. Come to think
of it, perhaps I should offer up," I grab my cock and gesture crudely,
"*My* services for the lass. One ride with me and she's never come here
*again*."
"Anya loves me." I hope my voice sounded more
confident than I really feel. "And we're happy together." Considering
we just had an argument this afternoon where she accused me of not caring...
no, not thinking about that now. "And if you go near her, I'll--
I'll---" Stammering is just a slight step up from stuttering, so I think
I'll just stop now before I start squeaking.
"Betcha she gives great head, what with all the cocks
demon sluts tend to suck..."
I take a swing at him, but he grabs my wrist and doesn't
let go. "Fuck you, Spike!" I scream. Shit. I wait to make sure I
don't hear any footsteps upstairs. I don't, so at least all I have to contend
with at the moment is Spike... who I'm stuck with until sundown tomorrow. Yay
me.
"Gee, Pet, no need to get violent. All ya gotta do is
ask." I say as I yank him towards me and attack his mouth with mine as I
thrust against his hips to let him feel my hard cock.
I push him away as soon as I remind myself that's the
*smart* thing to do. "In your dreams," I say, again not as forcefully
as I intended. A little voice reminds me that what could have happened is
actually stuff of *my* dreams. But Spike isn't going to know that. Ever. Not
when it's very likely that I'm *not* someone he's thought or dreamt about.
"NO." I growl. "I'm gonna fuck you and you're
gonna like it." I say as I grab him and pull him towards me again. My hand
reaches for his cock and I start stroking him through his jeans. "You
*know* you want it."
Oh god. I *do* want it. I've wanted him ever since he came
back to Sunnydale. But this is such a bad idea. "NO!" I yell again,
shoving him away. I walk away quickly and put the couch between us. Yeah. Like
that will save me from that seductive thing he has going for him. Okay, STOP
thinking that way about Spike!
"You
must really think I'm stupid! If I have sex with you, you'll tell
everyone." Damn it. Now he knows I'm afraid they *might* believe him.
And I
can't deny the fact that everything was a *lot* simpler when I was in Vegas.
When I was Alex. I did what I wanted, I wasn't afraid of other people not
accepting me. People actually liked me and wanted Alex.
No. It's *because* I was Alex that I'm in this mess now. I
should never have tried to be someone other than who I am. And I'm not going to
add to the mess by pretending again.
Okay.
Decision time.
Yes, I
want his ass.
Yes, I
*will* tell his friends, common father-beating past be damned. I *will* tell
his friends. And I'll make them believe me, even if I have to go back to Vegas
and kill for that picture.
But when
I tell them, if I tell them, I won't have his ass again, cause the slayer will
have mine. He's right about that.
So, I
step towards the couch, between us, and thrust against it a little and moan as
I rub my cock against it. He watches me intently and I groan his name,
"Xanderrrr..." And I look at him and slow down, "This could be
you..." I tell him, before thrusting once more, hard. That sends the couch
into his hips, hitting his cock as well.
"I won't tell your friends." I finally say. But
I've got conditions, Boy.
Do I
believe him? Well....
"*IF*
you agree to my conditions."
I
should have expected that. Nothing's ever easy, with Spike. However, he's not
one to back out on his side of a deal... so if I agree to his conditions, the
secret of how I spent my summer is most likely safe.
But I'm afraid that I won't *like* those conditions.
"Conditions?" And I'm done for, because there's the squeak.
I smirk and jump up onto the couch. I walk across it towards
him and he steps back as I land directly in front of him. I walk towards him
until his back is against the wall and I pin him there before licking his lips.
"I may have been embellishing a little," I thrust my hips against
his, "About your sexual... experience. Cause it was *good* in Vegas."
I kiss him softly on his lips before licking my way down to his jugular and
over the scar I gave him. "So... your friends don't need to know
anything," I lick my way up to his ear and whisper, "But your ass is
mine, whenever I want, *where*ever I want."
"B-b-but..."
SHIT! "I'm with Anya!" And a part of me is wondering why I'm trying
to convince him I don't want this. Because I do. I've thought about that one
night more times than I care to admit, even to myself. He's the best lover I've
ever had. Okay, so that's not saying much, since I've got limited experience, but
still.
No.
I'm with Anya. I *love* Anya.
I think.
"So *be* with her. What do I care? Not like you're the
only fuck I'll have. Hell, you can even *bring* her. Bet she'd like to watch me
fuck your ass." I grind my hips against his. "*Or* I can just go over
and visit the slayer now."
But...
he *is* pretty persuasive. I mean, shit, he's got me considering starting a
.... what? An agreement in which we both get the really good sex, without the
annoying strings that are usually attached. Every guy's dream. Right?
"Anya can *never* know about this." Oh, no. I
didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, *if* I say yes. Which I don't
know if I will or... You thought sex with me was good?" Now I'm blushing.
I didn't mean to say that last sentence out loud, either. Damn it!
And I
*won't* tell him it was damn near as mind blowing as it always was with
Angelus, because well... he doesn't need to be too cocky, yet. He still has yet
to suck my cock, so we'll see how that works out. But for as much of a bastard
as Angelus was, he was fucking liquid sex.
Instead, I grab his shirt and rip it off him and twist his
nipples. "Oh yeah, Pet." I purr. "Why would I wanna fuck you
again, if it was no good?"
"Eep!"
I'm so predictable when it comes to Spike. My legs threaten to give out, but he
leans against me, keeping me against the wall. Good. Because I'm not ready to
be on my knees in front of him... yet.
Oh
great. Now I've got *that* mental image. Not that it's a bad mental image. In
fact, it makes me even harder. And I can't remember now why this is a bad
thing. As long as we're enjoying ourselves... what the others don't know can't
hurt them, right? Right. And this is me shutting off the more argumentative
side of my brain, right now.
I lean in and kiss him, hesitantly at first, because I
can't help the fear that he'll change his mind about this. I mean, who I am now
isn't the same person Spike was with back in Vegas. And he'll figure that out
any second now and decide the only thing he likes to do with Xander Harris is
make his life miserable.
And I
never realized that I've got this - kind of frightening - sado-masochistic
side. Spike insults me, threatens to ruin my life, and I still want him. More
than I've wanted anyone in my life.
I really am a sick individual.
Well...
that was... incredibly fucking easy!
Never
insulted another guy's cock size and had him kiss me back so damn quickly.
Or... ever.
Certainly
not with Angelus, who was pretty much the only other cock I've cared to see
again. Until Xander.
Not that
I was *really* smart when it came to Angelus. Towards the end, when I accepted
the fact that I was his bitch, I actually begged him for his cock and the pain
he brought with it. But that cock... it outweighed the pain, BY FAR.
Of
course, *now* I'm not the bitch. He's *my* bitch. And he's gonna know it. And
he'll be fucking happy about it.
"So," I say, "Do you agree? Your ass is *mine*
whenever, wherever I want it and *how*ever I want it?"
I
shiver a little in response to the 'however' remark. Because I was just
thinking that I am *so* fucking glad he's got the chip. Since he can't hurt me,
I'll never have to find out just how far I'd go with that sado-masochistic
tendency. And I'm *not* disappointed
about that. I *don't* want to find out if I'd get off on actual pain.
And if
I keep telling myself that, maybe I'll make myself believe it.
"Um... but how is this about what *you* want,
only?" I ask. "I mean, if you want to um...." I'd better start
saying it. I'm not ten. "If you wanna fuck, I'm not likely to turn you
down. But... what if I'm in the mood to fuck some time? I mean, don't I get a
say in this arrangement?"
He never
ceases to amaze me.
And I
did *not* just think that.
I bite his bottom lip until he moans from pleasure.
"*That's* the only *say* you get in this, Luv."
Okay.
Now I'm wondering exactly how far we can push the chip before... nonononono!
Brain, do NOT go there. Shit. Too late.
And I
should be arguing with him, but then again I don't really want to. I think I
like the idea of not having to be in control, for once. Except it should be
freaking me out a whole lot more that I'm considering giving up control to a
vampire.
But
when I consider the vampire in question, I'm not worried about the
consequences. Spike is not the heartless asshole he pretends to be. He just
puts up that image to protect himself. And I know a lot about that. I'm the guy
who keeps everyone laughing, because that way they like having me around. Even
with Anya, I pretend to be the one who has it all together. Even though that
couldn't be further from the truth.
But Spike already knows things about my life that I haven't
talked about with anyone else. And he didn't mock me. Instead, he told me
things I'm sure *he* didn't want to talk about, and showed me someone I don't
think I'd mind spending time with.
So
maybe this *thing* with us, isn't all that weird, after all? I mean, I like
that I've finally found one person who I can just be *me* with. It's a relief,
not to have to pretend to have it all together. To let someone else take
control. Someone I think I might actually be able to trust.
I look up at him and he's got this frown on his face. Like
he thinks I'm trying to get up the courage to say no. He doesn't get it. Even
if he wasn't halfway likeable, I wouldn't be able to resist him. I put my arms
around his waist, pulling him closer. "I guess I can live with that."
I say with a grin.
I think
I just got myself a bitch.
And that
fact makes me harder than I ever remember being.
I bite his bottom lip again and thrust into his hips.
"So, Luv, do we have a deal? Say it. Tell me you're mine."
So, Spike's got control issues. I suppose that works well
with my newfound need to *be* controlled. And more important at the moment is
my need to come. "Yeah, fine, whatever. Now fuck me, please?"
I smile
and back away from him. He whimpers and then realizes that I'm gonna help him
pull out the bed from the couch. We get it out quick and then I grab him and
throw him on the bed, hoping the soddin' chip doesn't go off, cause that would
be a bitch.
I mean,
if he *wants* it, then it shouldn't be a problem. And from the way he moaned
and licked his lips, I'm guessing he *wants* it.
In more
than one way. And in many different positions.
"Now, now, someone's not a little virgin anymore, is
he?" I tease. "So tell me, Xander," I whisper as I start to suck
on his neck gently. "How do you want it?"
THE PLEA
Shit,
now I remember something kind of annoying about Spike.
Just
one thing?
Shut
up, brain.
This
annoying thing being that he likes to make me *tell* him what I want him to do
to me. It's just embarrassing, because it reminds me how inexperienced I am.
And when he looks at me like that, like he's doing right now, the 'I want to
devour you' look... it's even more difficult to get my mouth to work.
"I thought I told you, I want you to fuck me," I
say. I can feel my face getting red and I look away for a minute. But he's not
moving. Damn, he's really stubborn. I look back at him, "God, Spike, I
don't know *how* I want it. I don't know all the possible ways *to* um, you
know." Okay, SAY it. "Fuck." There. See? Not a hard word to say.
I know
it's hard for him because he doesn't know much. I just like to watch him
squirm.
What can
I say?
I'm
evil.
*And* I
want him to realize how much more he knows after a week of being my bitch.
"Well,"
I sit up, straddling him, and take my shirts off. "Last time," I run
my finger up his chest and tease his nipple. "I took you like a
woman."
Then, I
pinch it and he moans. "But I can also take you from behind, with you
laying down. OR you can be on all fours and I can take you that way. OR you
could ride me..." And he seems to be getting even more excited as I talk
like this. I must say, I would figure with an ex-demon for a girlfriend, he
would know a little more about this because he can't tell me that she's never
shoved a finger up his ass.
"Or, my personal favorite..." I lick up his chest
and kiss him before whisper, "You could wrap your lips around my cock and
suck me. So," I sit up again. "What'll it be?"
I
didn't think it was possible for me to get even more turned on. But I was
wrong. And I think I understand why he wants to hear me tell him what I want. I
just didn't realize it before, because, well, Anya doesn't talk during sex.
She's pretty much all about getting multiple orgasms, and ... okay. I'm not
going to think about her right now. Too guilt-inducing.
But I
know what I want. I'm just worried that I won't be any good at it...
considering that I've never done it before. Okay. Actually that's not a good
argument, considering the fact that before Spike I'd never done anything with
another man. I just really don't think I could handle it if he laughed at my
lack of expertise or anything.
Well, just lying here isn't getting us anywhere. And I'm
not comfortable with taking the initiative in any of this. So maybe... I smile
as I get an idea. "Well... if I'm *yours*, then why don't you just tell me
what you want, and I'll do it?"
"I
wanna chain you up and bleed you dry." I whisper until I realize what I
said and he pales. "Sorry, Mate, but I *am* a vampire. Of course I'd fuck
you first though..." And then I wink before kissing him again.
He misunderstood. I didn't get scared because I didn't like
his response. I got scared because it made me even hornier. But I think I'm
relieved he misunderstood. I don't think I want him to know just how far I
think I'd probably let things go if it weren't for the chip.
"But since you don't like my idea that much I'm gonna
let *you* decide. This'll be the *only* time. Next time, I bring the
chains."
"Okay." OKAY??? I groan as I realize that I
really have to watch my mouth when I'm with Spike. Except maybe he didn't hear
me? Or didn't understand? I bite my lower lip and open my eyes again to find
out if I just let him in on my little secret.
I
straighten up a little and just raise my eyebrow suggestively. So, little Alex
gets turned on by a little S&M? Good to know. We may just have to test the
limits of this chip one day.
But for now... "So, what do you wanna do? Wanna feel my
cock between your lips? Wanna stroke me? Lick me? Ride me? Taste me? What do
you want?"
I
thought for a second there it was all over. But I guess he didn't catch my
little slip. I think. The way he looked at me... no. He wouldn't be able to
resist taunting me about it, if he knew. So... Now we're back to the original
embarrassing question.
What
do I want? I *am* eighteen years old. It shouldn't be that difficult to say
this. I seem to recall him telling me, that night, that I can't expect to be
able to do it, if I can't even say it. And he was right.
Oh,
hell no! I did not just think Spike was right!
Okay, so maybe I did. "I want to suck you." And
I'm really grateful for vampire hearing, because even though that was barely
audible, he probably heard me.
And I *did* hear him. But I *am* an evil vampire. So I say,
"What was that, Luv?"
"I
want to suck your cock," I whisper, except I know how silly it is that I'm
looking at the ceiling and not him. And he probably won't let me get away with
that. What can I say? I seek out embarrassment and humiliation because it makes
me want him more.
Like I said, I'm pretty sick.
I slip
my hand down between our bodies and grab his cock and tug before attacking his
mouth and immediately pulling away. He whimpers as I do. "Listen,
Pet," I say as I nibble his ear. "There's nothing wrong with saying
what you want. There's nothing wrong with wanting to suck my cock. And you
should *never* be embarrassed to tell me what you want. *Ever*. Rule number
one."
I smile and sit up on his body. "Of course, it doesn't
mean you'll get it, but you should at least *tell* me." I say.
"Understand?" He nods. "So tell me."
How
does he *do* that? He makes me forget all the reasons I should run to Buffy and
tell her something to make her stake him and instead makes me feel more
comfortable with this. With us. With just accepting what I want and trying to
make it happen.
So I can do this. I look him in the eyes and take a deep
breath. "I want to suck your cock."
"There now, was that so hard?" I say before
grabbing his cock and then my own. "I guess so." I say with a wink,
before rolling off him and on his side. "Okay." I shrug.
Okay,
Xander. Don't *think*, just go with instinct. Sounds like a plan.
I push
him gently onto his back and just explore his chest with my hands for a few
moments. I brush lightly over his nipples and watch as they harden. I can't
resist the urge to lean forward and take one between my lips, sucking and biting
hard... the way I remember he likes it.
He
growls, and it sends a shiver down my spine. The sound reminds me that the only
thing keeping me alive is the chip in his head. At least I think it's the only
thing. But strangely enough (stupid sado-masochistic streak) the thought
doesn't scare me enough to want to stop this before it starts.
No I want more. I want him. His hands are in my hair,
trying to urge me to continue downward. I don't fight him, but lick and nip my
way down very well-toned abs. He moans and tightens his fingers in my hair. I
can't help smiling at his reaction. I haven't even touched his cock yet. I just
hope I get that strong of a response when I do.
Okay. On
a scale of one to ten... this is completely off the charts... And he hasn't
really done anything remarkable yet. But his mouth... and he bit me. Hard. Just
like I like it. Probably as hard as he could have without actually breaking the
skin and drinki... okay, don't go there, cause that's just a wet dream.
I grab his hair though and he doesn't seem to mind or yelp in
pain, so I assume he likes it. I just really think one of my bone-crunching
head pains would really spoil the mood.
He
pulls harder on my hair and I moan, but not because the pain is a bad thing. Oh
shit. I look up at him to make sure his chip didn't react. And he's just
watching me, a little smile on his face, so I guess it didn't. And I'm not
going to wonder *why* it didn't. I don't want to know.
I start to nibble at the skin of his stomach and he groans
and arches up against me. And I wonder... if *I* would probably get off on
pain, would Spike? I'm not going to ask him; I'm just going to find out for
myself. Not letting my brain talk me out of it, I bite his stomach hard enough
to break the skin
"FUCKXANDERBLOODYFUCKINGHELL!"
I shriek as I arch off the bed. And I don't shriek. No, I never have. I've
screamed and yelled but never shrieked.
And I've
also never come in my pants like this. Except for the first time. But that was
all Mary Sue's fault.
And now,
in this incredibly embarrassing, non-Big-Bad moment, I must ask myself... what
the fuck just happened?
Is it just because it's Xander? Or cause he's the friend of a
slayer? Or cause he fucking bit me? Or a combo of all? Or is it none of the
above, just that I was ready to come? Yeah, that's it. It has nothing to do
with this teenager who just bit my fucking stomach and made me bleed. I wonder
what the he's gonna do now, run in terror?
I lick
at the trickle of blood on his stomach and he whimpers. I'm still trying to
process what just happened. I guess it answered my question. But wow. *I* did
that? Just biting him? That's really... wow.
And
then I have a moment of mind-numbing panic as I realize that Spike's reaction
could have woken Dad up. And that would be... there is no word for how bad. I'd
rather the Hellmouth opened.
I feel
Spike's hand on my cheek and look up at him. "If he was as drunk as he
sounded, he's out cold," he says. And I know he's right. World War Three
wouldn't wake Dad after he passes out. I nod and try to shake off the unwelcome
thoughts of my father. I'd rather think about Spike. And the fact that I ...
yeah. I look down at his jeans and realize I made him come in his pants. Did I
mention wow?
I move
my hands to his jeans, and unfasten them. And unlike him, I'm not evil, so I'm
not going to try to embarrass him about what just happened. I know he knows
that I know. That's enough.
I draw the zipper down and he lifts his hips as I pull the
jeans off his hips. And now I'm really, really, really nervous about this. I'd
forgotten how huge his cock is. There's just no way I can do this as well as
some of his previous lovers.
I see
the panic and uncertainty when it comes to this race across his face as my cock
springs free. I place a hand on his cheek, "Just relax, Luv. You already
know you can make me come. This is just another part of the game."
I mean, I don't really want to do something to make him back
out of our deal. And it *is* his first time. I remember *my* first time and his
shouldn't be like that.
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