NOTE: This is nothing more than an excuse to write some steamy, raunchy porn with no redeeming value. Enjoy.
Thanks to Alyson for the beta read. God sent she was.
My conscience demands that I point out that the exchange of bodily fluid during any type of sexual activity carries with it an insanely high risk of transmission of sexually transmitted diseases, including, but not limited to HIV/AIDS. Practice safer sex.
*****
Strength and Honour
Don Bentley
Gunn kissed me as he held me pinned up against the wall of the shower stall. I brought my hands up and pushed against the inside of his arms before reaching over his left shoulder and under his right arm pit, and pulled him into a hard embrace as at the same time my tongue slipped past his parted lips and sought out his.
Gunn is a bit taller than me, and the act of rising up a bit on the balls of my feet to kiss him deeper was incredibly moving. I wasn't just passively accepting his attentions, I was starved for them, and wasn't going to be shy about demanding what I wanted either. I wanted him and he was damned well going to know it.
He pulled at my jeans waist band, slipping the button free before slowly pulling my fly down-
My hands flew to my crotch and Gunn broke the kiss, a look of concern flashing across his face, as if afraid that I had changed my mind. I just smiled and kissed him, before saying the first words either of us had spoken since we had entered the shower.
"No underwear."
Gunn laughed a soft, gentle laugh and took my hands in his and posed them behind my back. With a kiss of his own, he pushed one hand down my jeans and slid it over my cock, as he pulled my zipper down. Reaching around me with his free hand Gunn pushed my jeans away from my hips.
Gunn lightly pressed my now very hard cock against my belly and milked it ever so slightly for a moment before he started to massage my inner thigh. He kissed me again before trailing kisses, small bites, and licks with the tip of his tongue across my jaw, down my neck, and across my shoulders, and into my armpits before dipping down.
I almost lost my mind when he bit a nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. I'd never known that my nipples could be that sensitive. Gunn treated them with an arousing mixture of tenderness and abuse. Licking, then twisting them between his finger tips, a soft caress followed by a light bite, followed by a harder one that drew a moan from my lips. A moan and a command.
"Don't stop."
"Look at me," he smiled up at me from his position on my chest. "Do I look like I'm done yet?"
It was my turn to laugh as he switched back and forth between my nipples, biting, licking and sucking each in turn.
He had kept up his one handed massage of my inner thigh for a bit before moving his attentions up back to my cock. He cupped my balls in the palm of his hand, weighing them almost, fondling them every bit as delicately as he had caressed my nipples, but, thankfully, without the rough handling.
He stroked my cock between thumb and forefinger, drawing shaking moans from me as he feathered his thumb across the head of my cock before returning to slow light strokes, breaking the rhythm to play with my balls again or to massage my thighs or stomach.
He soon left my nipples and moved back up, an evil smile on his lips as he kissed me again, frustrating my desires as I fought to hold my hands behind my back. For the time being at least....
Finally, Gunn bit lightly at my bottom lip, pulling at it until it scrapped free between his lips. A final feather light lick at my lips with the tip of his tongue and he trailed down my chest and abs, licking and kissing as he went before stopping at the dark mass of coarse pubes that bordered my crotch.
I broke my pose and reached down to stroke his head and neck, careful not to direct or demand, but encourage as he held my cock against his cheek. I longed to feel his breath on my cock, but the shower masked that pleasure, for now. He started at the base of my cock, nestling the tip of his tongue in between my balls before dragging it up along the ridge to the head. He licked every inch of my cock for what seemed an eternity before starting all over again kissing up and down my shaft, taking my balls into his mouth with exquisite pressure.
Finally, after what seemed an age, Gunn pursed his lips and kissed the tip of my cock before lowering his head, pushing me into his mouth, his lips ringing my shaft as they slid down. The hot water of the shower was nothing against the heat of his mouth and tongue as he sucked my cock, taking it all the way in, his nose brushing through my pubic hair.
He kept up the slow tease of a slow up and down pattern, his lips a tight ring, his tongue lapping against my cockhead and shaft. Slowly he began to increase the pace, his hands, up until now massaging my ass and thighs, began to pull and push away at my hips adding to our speed. I danced my fingertips across his lips as they feathered in and out in time to my increasingly rapid thrusts.
Before too long I felt the rush of my orgasm building and instinct took over as my hips started to rock back and forth setting their own rhythm. Gunn felt it too as he slipped my cock out of his mouth and massaged it until, with one last push I buried my cock deep in his fist and came in wave after wave that gutted me like a fish, and left me leaning against the wall, my knees barely strong enough to hold me up.
Gunn kept up a light pressure with his fingers and his tongue. A tender treatment as he milked my cock through the last of the spasms, before letting it fall limp from his hand.
I leaned back against the wall for a bit, catching my breath as Gunn worked his way back up my body until we were kissing again. I let this go on for a little while before I held him tight as I turned us around, him with his back to the wall, and me free to trail my attentions down over his body.
His cock was even more beautiful when it was all hard and erect. It's heat could be felt even through the running water. He wasn't circumcised like I was and the foreskin felt so smooth as I gently pulled it back and forth over a very smooth, very large head.
God, what I'd have given to have smelled him without the soap, just stained with the sweat of a battle, or hard day's work. I licked at his belly button, ignoring his cock for a bit, teasing him as I kissed my way across his belly, through his pubic hair and down both thighs.
Gunn didn't appreciate the value of the tease it seems. He grabbed my head and pulled it up to his cock demanding immediate action.
How rude. Gotta admit though, it was kinda sexy in an overpowering near rape kind of way.
Real sexy.
I bathed his cock with my tongue, and dragged my lips up and down its ridge before taking it in my mouth. I almost succeeded in taking it's entire length in one go, but I had to ease past that pesky gag reflex a couple of times.
Soon I was sliding up and down his cock, my tongue flying to keep up. Either I was way better at this than I thought, or Gunn hadn't gotten laid for years, but it didn't seem all that long before I felt the tremours and spasms build into his orgasm as he came over my hands and face. His hands took charge once more and he held my head against his crotch, his cock against my cheek until his orgasm faded and he released me.
He slid down the wall until he was sitting cross legged in front of me, both of us under the shower spray resting.
"So, you don't usually wear underwear, or just feeling lucky tonight," he asked finally breaking the silence.
*****
We left the shower, toweled each other off and fell onto the bed in a mass of arms and legs, cocks and asses.
Again his natural aggressiveness surfaced as he tried to push me onto my back and straddle my chest.
Okay, fine, in the shower I was on my knees, though that was pretty much a necessity considering what I was doing down there, but that doesn't mean I live on my knees, and now seemed as good a time as any to demonstrate that fact.
I bucked up with my hips, and yanked his arm out from under him, pulling him off balance and onto the sheets at my side. Kicking my legs for the momentum I was up and over Gunn, straddling him in turn as I sat on his chest.
"Gotta love Greco-Roman wrestling," I taunted him before sliding my hips down to his and lowering myself onto him, and started kissing his neck, and ears, and shoulders, and mouth. The stirrings of both our cocks suggested that this was a) working, and 2) promising to be a long night. Either way worked for me.
Before long we were lying side by side necking like teenagers.
"How far?" he whispered in my ear as he reached into the nightstand producing two foil packets.
"Not far enough yet," I answered truthfully. I needed more of this.
"Tell me when."
Gunn rolled me over onto my left hand side, and grabbed my right knee pulling it up, holding it tight against my chest as he kissed and bit at my shoulder blades.
"Relax," he ordered me.
I heard the first packet being torn open, then I felt the lightest touch against my anus as he stroked it with a latex coated and lubed thumb before pushing slowly but firmly in against my natural resistance until he was able to tenderly saw his thumb in and out of me in a slow sensuous rhythm that had me rocking my hips back and forth in counterpoint.
"Ready?"
"Go for it."
"I thought I already was," he kissed me on the neck and bit tenderly at my ear. His hot breath screamed past my ear as he sucked on my ear lobe, then trailed light love bites along my neck.
The thumb was withdrawn and immediately replaced with a finger, then a second finger filled me. I kept up my counter thrusts as a third finger was introduced, stretching my mind as well as my body, though neither even close to the breaking point.
"More? Or..."
"All the way. Fuck me."
"Your wish..."
A fourth finger speared into me, as Gunn released my knee and rolled me over on to my back, my legs bent back over against his chest as he towered above me and pulled my ass up off the sheets.
His fingers went back to work for a bit longer, massaging my anus until he was satisfied that I was ready. The second packet was opened and I could feel his hands fumble as he slid the condom on. Satisfied with the precautions, Gunn grabbed my butt, his thumbs peeling my cheeks apart, as I felt the first light caress of his cock, then a gentle unyielding push that slowly, ever so slowly, slid down until finally, with a groan Gunn was all the way past my sphincter.
There was pain, and pleasure, and the pleasure soon blotted out the pain as Gunn, after a briefest of pauses to allow me to relax, pulled back until I whimpered my fear that he'd withdraw completely. I needn't of worried.
With a gasp he drove his hips down against me. I could hear the sweaty slap of our bodies as he buried his cock all the way inside my ass before he started up a maddening rhythm of thrusts.
We were both moaning and grunting incoherently. I watched as beads of sweat rolled of his face, and chest, and could feel them landing on my skin mingling with my sweat. My tongue sought out some drops that landed on my lips and chin, and I reached up with my head to lick at his chin and lips, anxious to taste him. The sheets beneath me were soon soaked. Gunn took my cock in his hand and started to jerk me off in time with his thrusts until within a infuriatingly short time I came all over his hand, and he in turn came with one last thrust deep inside of me.
We stayed like that for a little while, collecting our wits and catching our breath. Finally, Gunn slipped out of my ass, and with a strong hand pulled me off the bed and back into the shower. We washed each other clean of cum and sweat, before running naked back down the hall to the room I was to have had originally. Clean sheets, you see. Felt nice.
I drifted off to sleep, exhausted and refreshed, Gunn's arm across my chest, his breath hot in my ear. I kissed his lips lightly and followed him into sleep.
*****
"Good morning," he said in a light cheery voice.
Oh God, Gunn's a morning person. Well, nobody's perfect.
I forced my eyes open to see him standing dressed beside the bed, my jeans in his hands.
"Watch it, they're straight from the dryer," he said, tossing them to me.
I dressed while he watched from the foot of the bed.
"Listen, Xander, once you get that Glory bitch slapped down, we could use another good pair of hands down here. I mean it, we mean it. Wes, Cordy, and Angel, they wanted me to ask. 'Course, I'd've asked anyway, and not just because of last night either."
They want me? Angel, Wes, Cordy, and Gunn? Why? No way I'm in their league.... Am I?
I mean, yeah, I guess that I can hold my own, learned some stuff from Buffy and Giles that way. Not dead yet, and I guess that counts for something. I remember a lot of what I've read during our research sessions, too. More than I can say for history or American lit at any rate. But, Angel, Wes, Cordy, and Gunn?
Angel, okay, vampire strength and all, but the others did just fine without him for that while there. Wes and Gunn are people too, just like me. They may get beaten, Hell, Wes took a bullet and kept on going, but they win in the end. Brains and brawn. Cordy's in the thick of it as always, and she's no slayer, just doesn't give up. Got lots of heart Cordy does.
And they want me. They think that I can help down here. You know, maybe I can make a difference here in LA. Hell, Sunnydale has a Slayer, her Watcher, two powerful Wiccans, and an experienced ex demon. And lots of carpenters. Hardly needs me at all.
'...we could use another pair of hands down here. I mean it, we mean it.'
Hell, yeah! I'm in.
"Uh, and Xander, Cordy.... Cordy told me about your mom. Just want to say, that I've been there, man, and, well.... I've been there if you need to talk or-"
My mom? What would Cordy have to say about my-
Joyce. Cordy meant Joyce.
"-hard, I know. Can make you want to shut down for a bit, forever. 'Specially if you don't have any other family left-"
Yeah. I've shut down something fierce lately, haven't I? And family? I haven't had a family since forever, not really, not like the TV, or the Rockwell paintings show it anyway.
Okay, there's Will, of course.
Will's been my family since we met that first day of kindergarten. She's been my sister, and mother at times, when she wasn't also my best friend and the centre of my universe. So, yeah, there's Will; and I guess that makes Tara sort of like my sister-in-law. Which is way cool, 'cause I'd really liked Tara right from the start.
Then there's Buffy, high school crush aside, she's sort of like my big sister, and that'll make Dawn my little sister. And Giles is as much a father as Joyce was a mother, the real kind, not the blood kind.
And Anya. She's not a sister, not at all, 'cause that'd just be gross. No, Anya's a... Anya's a wife, Anya should be my wife. If she'll still have me, if I can still save us, that is. And if I have to beg on my knees I'll save us.
Then we can help Buffy and Giles and Willow and Tara beat Glory. 'Cause that's what we do, it's what I do, help save the world. A lot.
Gunn watched as all this went through my head in a moment or two.
"No sale, huh?"
"Sorry. Came close though. Real close, for what it's worth."
"Worth a lot, man. Offer'll still be there though if you ever change your mind, or things change. Same fight, different streets."
"It's not the fight, not really."
"I know. Really."
It's family. My family.
End