Shame the Devil (cont.)
Chapter Sixteen
*****
“OK,” Spike said, grimacing. “Let’s do this.” He held Giles’ wrist and bowed his head, biting as gently as he could. He took a small mouthful of blood and pulled away. He picked his beer up and drained it.
“Miskogen demon musk and alefin weed,” he pronounced. “Bit, will you get me another beer? Watcher’s blood tastes like shit.”
Tara gently bandaged Giles’ wrist while he beamed at her and patted her shoulder with his free hand. Dawn hopped up and returned quickly with the beer.
“Thanks,” Spike said. “OK, Miskogen musk is a good, all-around confusion poison – it just makes the victim docile and hazy. Alefin is sort of a natural narcotic. Both of ‘em are one-shot deals; the effects last until the antidote is given.”
“How do you know that?” Xander asked.
“Dru and Darla liked to mess around with that sort of stuff in the old days. They poisoned a city well with Miskogen musk, and then ate all the people while they wandered around! like idiots. I couldn’t stand the taste, myself.” Spike shook his head at the memory.
“What are the antidotes?” Dawn asked.
“Hell if I know,” Spike said.
Willow piped up. “Yay, research!” At the looks from the others she added, “OK, so I’m still a nerd, deal.”
Xander looked at Spike, and noticed that Sia was edging nervously toward the vampire. He slid onto the sofa next to Spike and held a hand out to the girl.
“Hey, Sia,” he said. “Did you want to ask Spike something?”
She took his hand in one of hers, and then reached for one of Spike’s. Holding both of their hands, she smiled.
“Cool,” she said.
“What’s cool?” Spike asked
“You belong,” she told him gravely, looking from one man to the other and back again.
“Who do we belong to?” Xander asked.
She brought their hands together and waited until they linked fingers before she withdrew her hands. “Each other. Us,” she replied. Turning, she resumed her customary place at Giles’ side.
“Freaky kid,” Spike said, “I like her.”
*****
Back at the Magic Box, Willow and Tara hit the books, researching the antidotes for the two poisons. Buffy and Dawn pitched in to help with the mundane tasks of shopkeeping, stocking shelves and inventorying supplies. Spike and Xander removed themselves to the “Danger Room” to spar.
“Nice work with the poison identification,” Xander said, as he stripped off his faded blue oxford. He draped it over the weapons rack and kicked off his shoes and socks, leaving him clad in old jeans and a white tee shirt.
“Thanks.” Spike shrugged out of his sweater, and then toed off his boots. He bent to remove his socks, and Xander pushed one of his shoulders hard enough to make him go down in a heap. The human tried to dance out of the way, but was snared by one ankle and pulled to the floor.
Xander ceased struggling when Spike crawled up his body, hemming him in with hands planted ! on the mat on either side of his head.
“You’re bad,” the vampire whispered, dipping his head to brush cool lips against Xander’s heated ones.
“You like it,” Xander replied, trying and failing to deepen the kiss.
“Yes I do,” Spike said, and then, in a move that defied description and all laws of physics, he managed to rub his entire body against Xander’s in a single, long undulation that left the human panting into his mouth.
“Do. That. Again,” Xander demanded, and Spike happily repeated the motion again and again, watching the human’s eyes roll back in his head with pleasure.
Xander blinked in confusion when Spike suddenly levered to his feet to stand over him. The vampire reached a hand down.
“We’re stopping?” Xander asked, allowing himself to be pulled upright. “I don’t want to stop. Stopping bad.”
“Not stopping,” the vampire purred, leading Xander across the room. “Relocating.” He stopped and spun them around so that he could push Xander’s back up against the door and plaster himself to the human’s warm chest.
“Oh, good,” Xander sighed, before threading his fingers into Spike’s hair and pulling their mouths together. He gasped into the kiss as the vampire’s nimble fingers went to work on the fastenings of both of their jeans, freeing their hard cocks and pressing them together with one hand. “Oh, good,” Xander repeated. “Really good.”
They both tensed when a knock sounded from the other side of the door.
“What?” they demanded in unison.
“Sorry,” Dawn said, “just checking on you.”
“If you’ll go away, we’ll be fine.” Xander’s voice wavered as Spike started slowly fisting their erections.
“So, you want me to go away?” she asked through the door, smothering a giggle.
“Yes, please,” Xander replied, partially succeeding in biting back a groan as Spike sank to his knees before him, stripped jeans and boxers from his legs and stared at the wet, swollen head of! his cock licking his lips.
“OK, if you and Spike will agree that I can go on a date with Isha,” Dawn said.
“Uh huh! Yeah!” Xander shouted, as the vampire engulfed him to the root in his cool mouth.
“Cool!” Dawn squealed, and they heard her footsteps retreat.
“Oh, fuck! Spike! Jesusfuck, oh God!” Xander babbled as he was sucked hard and Spike started kneading and pulling at his balls. He clutched his hands in the vampire’s blond curls and tightened them, pulling Spike’s hair savagely, which only seemed to spur him on to greater speed and suction. Xander felt rather than saw Spike slip two fingers into his mouth, running them up and down the straining shaft, wetting them thoroughly.
“Ungggggh.” Xander lost the power of speech as the spit-slick fingers began tracing the sensitive strip of skin behind his balls. He quickly freed one foot from the tangle of his pants so he could spread his legs. Spike’s fingers moved back and traced his opening. The tip! of one finger pushed inside, and Xander pushed back against it, groaning as he was stretched and filled. Spike waited for a second, then pulled out and thrust back in with two fingers, twisting them, questing. He found the tiny bundle of nerves deep inside Xander’s body and pressed.
The human’s head slammed back against the solid door with a crack, and he slapped his own hand over his mouth to muffle the cry of “fuck, fuck, fuck!” that he couldn’t stop. Spike twisted his fingers again and pulled back so that just the head of Xander’s cock was in his mouth. He sucked hard, and Xander came, babbling nonsensically into the palm still cupped over his lips. Spike thrust his fingers into Xander as he swallowed once, then twice, then pulled away, rolling the last of the human’s hot fluid around his mouth with his tongue.
Spike sat back on his heels and looked up at Xander, who had collapsed against the door, panting. Xander slid down to the floor, and Spike leaned forward and kissed him, letting the tiny bit of fluid in his mouth slide from his tongue to Xander’s. The human tugged, and Spike fell gracefully, rolling them both back onto the mats on their sides. Xander caught his breath, and then reached between them to stroke a finger down the length of Spike’s dripping erection.
“Ohhh,” Spike moaned, and Xander could tell that he was very close to the edge. Looking down, he traced the tip of his finger around the edge of the vampire’s foreskin, pushing it back. He traced the ridge, then the slit, and then brought his thumb up to sweep over the head. He repeated the motion until Spike tilted his head up so their eyes could lock.
The vampire’s eyes were almost black with lust, and Xander could feel his body shaking slightly. He pushed his other hand between Spike’s legs and cupped his balls, rolling and tugging the velvet sac, walking his fingers along the slick skin of the vampire’s perineum and sliding the tips of his fingers between his cheeks.
“Please, Xan,” Spike begged. “Please touch me, make me come. I want you so much. Please, love.”
The begging completely undid Xander, and he tilted his head to catch Spike’s lips with his own as he wrapped one hand around the vampire’s cock and began to stroke. He clasped the lower curves of Spike’s hard buttocks with the other hand, allowing his spread fingers to dig into the firm muscle. Spike groaned and thrust into Xander’s hot hand, twisting his fingers into sable waves and stroking the human’s tongue with his own.
They writhed together on the padded floor until Spike stiffened and spilled his release between them, crying out into Xander’s mouth. The two men separated, falling onto their backs. Each instinctively shifted toward the other so that their hips touched. Xander looked down at their disarrayed clothing and laughed softly. He struggled out of his tee shirt and used it to wipe their bellies and his sticky hand, then tossed the soile! d garment toward the trash bin in the corner.
Spike reached over and twined their fingers, drawing their meshed hands up onto his chest, where he could lean his head down to drop dainty kisses onto Xander’s fingertips.
Xander replayed the events of the previous fifteen minutes in his head, and then groaned.
“What is it, love?” Spike asked, blue eyes flashing worriedly.
Xander brought his free hand up to rub over his eyes. “We agreed to let Dawn go out on a date with Isha,” he explained.
Spike considered that for a moment with a serious look, and then brightened visibly. “Nope, you agreed – I didn’t say anything.”
Xander turned his head to catch his lover’s eyes. “Do you want to explain to Dawn that you didn’t answer the question because you had my dick in your mouth, or do you just wanna go along with the date idea?”
Spike seemed to weigh his options, and then sighed. “Fine, they can go out on a date. Let’s get Willow to give him the new shovel talk.”
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