AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
PREQUEL TO: Chance Encounters
Version : Xander-Spike
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
on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
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
RETURN
Fuck.
I'm such a loser. He left. I didn't believe him and he got fed up and left.
Too
little, too late seems to be my motto lately.
I pull on my T-Shirt and stand up. Find my jeans and pull
them on. He left his duster on the couch. I guess I'll take it up to the bar,
they can hold it for him. Alex is done for the night.
I've got
twelve thousand dollars in my pocket and I'm gonna use it up and be on my way.
Vegas has nothing to- I get out into the room and see some more people, sitting
and watching the male on stage. I can't help but remember when I was sitting
there, watching him move, watching his body flow. *Feeling* his body inside
mine the way I can... *Wanting* to be inside *him*. Stupid thrall thing went
and backfired on me! Try to get *him* to want *me* and I did the bloody
opposite.
Somewhere
along the way it became more than blood. More than a fuck, more like a
challenge. Something more meaningful... fuck all! Dru's right. I've gone soft.
Well, I'm gonna show her how fuckin' soft I am. I'll.... I *will*.
I walk down the hallway quick and
the door is just starting to reopen when I slam into him, grab him, and kiss
him roughly.
Shit. Breathe, Xan.. Alex.
When I saw him my thought for a millisecond was that he was
back for his coat. But apparently not. And damn it all to Hell, but I don't
care how wrong this is. Because it feels good.
No
more thinking, this isn't about thinking. I over think with everyone and it
gets me nowhere. So for once I'm gonna just let things happen. Feel.
Be
Alex.
I can do that.
OH. Bloody.
Hell. He can kiss! Just what I need... a good kisser besides. There might be a
slight change in the proving-that-I'm-still-a-demon plan. A *big* change. As
in, I'm not gonna kill him, which is what I came back to do.
I throb
inside my jeans and right now, all I want to do is be inside him. Fuck! Forget
it! I'll be a demon some other time, right now, I just wanna fuck.
I pull away and he's panting now.
"Thought you said you weren't gay."
Um.... work, brain. Speak. Which is a little hard, when the
only thing I can think of is: 'Why'd you stop kissing me?' But I don't say that
because....ugh, needy much?
"I
thought... you left," I say as I try to catch my breath.
"Don't dodge the question,
Pet."
"Not gay," I reply and I *know* I'm blushing. Damn
it, if he weren't so sexy... Ick. Spike? Sexy?
Well... yeah.
"I like girls, girls are
nice! And if I'm gay, then you are too, and I don't think so because...
Drusilla. So it's just, uh, maybe, uh, I'm... bi?" Not wanting to have
this conversation with SPIKE of all people. I wish he'd just kiss me so I can
stop thinking.
"Have you ever been? With a
girl?"
Okay now he's just being... annoying. Big surprise there.
I sigh and walk over to the couch
because I'd prefer to be comfortable while I explain *this* one. He follows me
and we sit. "Yeah. Faith. Don't think you ever met her. She was another
slayer, after Kendra. She was... um, a psycho, to put it bluntly. I didn't
realize it until after we had sex. She tried to kill me and I would probably be
dead now but Angel saved me. So... not my finest moment, but no, S-... Will,
I'm not a virgin." AND WHY isn't he kissing me already?
"You bagged a slayer?"
"Well... technically *she*
came on to me... but uh, yeah," I shrug. Again, not seeing why I should be
happy about that, since I almost died, but whatever.
I look up at him and he almost looks impressed. Huh. Go
figure. But there's too much talking here and not enough action. If *he's* not
gonna do something about that, then *I* guess *I* have to.
I stand and he grabs my wrist. "I'm not going anywhere,
except back to the CD player," I say with a sigh. He doesn't believe me.
Geez. What's a guy gotta do?
"I didn't push you away when you kissed me, did
I?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Okay then. Look S... Will, all I want
to do is go put the CD back on and then... finish that lap dance."
His jaw drops open and I grin, before walking over to the
radio. I put the CD back in. The same one, because it's growing on me.
'Terrible Lie' is playing, another good beat to dance to. I
walk back over to Spike - Will - slowly and shiver at the way he's looking at
me. It's so fucking intense!
I stop in front of him and start to dance, getting rid of my
shirt quickly, because, well, the temperature in the room feels like it just
rose about 10 degrees.
I run my hands over my chest and
find myself wishing those hands were his. "Um, that no touching
rule?" I say hesitantly, still moving to the music, "fuck it," I
finish with a grin.
He smirks as he runs his hands
up my chest. I gasp at the coolness of them, on my overheated skin. He leans up
and presses a kiss to my stomach, making me groan. "Not all I plan on
fucking tonight, Alex," he purrs, looking up at me.
Oh bloody hell! His skin tastes so fucking good and I feel
his muscles rippling underneath my fingers as I run them over his stomach and
around to his back to the swell of his ass, which I am most assuredly gonna be
fucking tonight.
The music rings in my ears and his heartbeat is almost going
to the beat. Fucking music to my ears. I can feel the hot blood rushing beneath
his skin as it warms him. His pulse flutters any time I nip his skin with my
teeth. So I do it more often.
He stands really close to me and wiggles his hips in front of
my face as I slide my hands around to cup his cock. He unconsciously thrusts
into my hand and I rub him through his jeans before leaning forward and rubbing
my head in his crotch.
Oh....
fuck me. This is insane but it's also way too good to resist. I pull his head
away just for a moment, and unbutton my jeans. He watches every movement of my
hands as I pull down the zipper.
Then he bats my hands away and I
wait, pretty much in danger of hyperventilating, for whatever torture he has
planned next.
I take the two sides of his zipper and pull him towards me. I
slip my finger inside the waistband of his Speedos and snap them on his skin
before sliding my hands into his jeans.
"Shit,
Will," I moan as I thrust up against his hands, under pretense of
continuing the dance. Although I don't know how much longer the dance will be,
if he keeps touching me like that.
His hands are so fucking cold but they feel
so good. He's TOO good at this. Uh-uh, not thinking about who taught him to do
this. Cuz that would be bad thoughts and I just want to think about Spike. I
mean Will.
I look down at him and can almost
believe it's not Spike. I mean, he's not being scary. Yet. Let's just hope it
stays that way.
I rub
his cock roughly through the Speedos before squeezing it and he hisses. I
*will* have him begging. Maybe it's just my nature... or maybe it's taught, but
whether nature or nurture, I *will* have him begging me.
I pull my hand out and grab his
hips and yank him towards me and I close my mouth over his navel and bite.
"FUCK!"
I whimper when he bites me, not with the fangs, but I imagine it's a little
reminder that he could use them if he wanted. I grab his shoulders since I've apparently
lost the ability to stand on my own. It should've scared me... but it didn't.
My damn cock is even harder and I didn't think that was possible.
I need
this and I need it now. Still haven't formulated exactly what the 'it' is, yet,
but I'm sure I'll find out. I pull his wonderful lips away from my skin and he
pouts up at me. Cute.
Huh?
Spike? Cute? Brain in danger of meltdown.
Don't
think. Just do what feels right. Yeah, I can do that, can't I? Well, I'm about
to find out. I slide my hands down to my waistband and push my jeans and my
Speedos down and off.
The
look on his face is encouraging. At least he's not laughing. He looks like he
wants to devour .... er, bad word to use when speaking of a vampire. He likes
what he sees.
I move
to straddle him, rubbing up against him. I whimper at the way the denim of his
jeans feels against my cock. I can almost feel the coolness of his body through
his clothes and a shiver runs through me when I think about how it will feel
when those clothes are removed.
OH, I
*do* like what I see. I stare at him and from the sound of his heartbeat racing
and fluttering, he's a little nervous. Good. Vampire equals nervou- OH FUCK!
He's fucking rubbing against me. I growl and try to keep it under control
because when *I* slam inside him, it'll be because he wants it, *not* cause
he's afraid.
I run my
hands from his knees up his thighs and up his rib cage to his shoulders. He
shivers from the coolness of my hands and I lean forward to lave his nipples.
He whimpers a little and I feel his hands pulling at my shirt. I let him go for
it while I slide my hands up and down his back as he continues to grind against
me.
My
skin feels like it's on fire, so when he starts to touch me it feels too good.
I try to slide his red shirt off his shoulders but it's not easy when his hands
are everywhere.... Not that I really want him to stop touching me, either.
"FUCK",
I moan when he licks at one of my nipples. I give up my fight with his shirt
for the moment and thread my fingers in his hair. I'm surprised to notice that
his hair is soft. You wouldn't figure that with all the gel he puts in it.
I'm careful not to be too demanding; I'm not holding his
head in place. Just hoping he'll keep doing...."Oh, fuck, yeah," I
moan when he bites down on one of my nipples.
I bite
harder and his hands tighten in my hair. I *love* when someone does that. Dru
used to claw at my hair with her nails and it drove me fucking wild. I growl as
he does it harder while I bite him harder.
And suddenly,
we just can't be naked quick enough. I pause to get my shirts off and then his
hands are all over me. So warm... a little shaky, trying not to piss me off or
cross the line. I'd like a way to reassure him of that so I start at his
collarbone and lick my way up to his ear and back down, gently, lightly sucking
with no teeth, hoping it helps him.
I'm not sure exactly *why* I care,
but I do. I mean, I'm not a total animal and I *do* want him willingly.
Finally,
he takes pity on me and pulls both his shirts off. I've been wanting to touch
him ever since he barged back in this room and kissed me. I run my hands over
his chest, slowly and suddenly I'm really nervous.
I
mean, I want him, but ... This whole thing is just weird. Besides the fact that
I've never done this, with a guy, and I
don't want to do anything wrong or make him mad.
I
shiver when he licks along my collarbone, up to my ear, and I do notice he's
not using his teeth. I relax a little, feeling like he's purposely trying *not*
to scare me. A little part of my brain says 'huh?' at that thought but I push
it away.
His
skin feels so soft, and I trail my hands up to his nipples, rubbing them
lightly. He groans and I get a little braver, pinching them. He growls and this
time that doesn't scare me. I've figured out it's not a 'run from me' growl,
just a reaction like when humans moan.
I continue to tease his nipples
and turn my head to capture his lips with mine.
OH fuck! I moan into his mouth as I suck his tongue into
mine. He's getting a little better. I can tell he's still nervous, but not
because I'm me, but because I have a cock. I kiss him harshly as I pull him
against me and his cock rubs against my stomach. It's throbbing with his blood
and I run my finger up the length of it, ending at the tip.
I moan
into his mouth when he touches my cock, just with one finger. I want more. I
need--
"Alex--"
"SHIT!"
I yell, pulling away from Spike at the sound of my boss' voice.
Shitshitshitshitshit. I look over my shoulder at Mike, while hoping Spike won't
kill him. Because that would *also* kill my desire to have sex with Spike.
THE
INTERRUPTION
Mike's
grinning, so that's ...uh, weird. "Sorry, Man. Where's the girl?"
"Girl?"
I squeak. Stop squeaking, Xander. Obviously Spike gave the bartender a line
about a girl... "She left."
"I
figured that much," Mike chuckles. "So is this the secret you've been
hiding from us, Alex?"
Secret?
What secret? Oh, shit, he thinks... "Um..." is my brilliant response.
My
brain is stuck on 'Keep Spike from killing Mike.' While also trying to come up
with a way to get Mike *out* of the room. While also trying to come up with
coherent responses. None of which are easy when I'm naked and sitting on the
lap of a half-clothed guy.
I'm
seriously pissed here. I growl low enough so he can hear me and I start nipping
at his neck, roughly, with teeth. I keep fondling him, and squeezing him hard.
He'd better do something, before *I* do something.
Shit.
Seriously pissed vampire. Now what? I can't seem to form the words to make Mike
leave--
"Look, Alex, I was just gonna tell you that you
brought us enough business from drinks and lap dance requests after that one
dance, that you can go home. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone that I found
you with your boyfriend." Mike leaves and I'm too relieved that he's gone
to worry about the misunderstanding.
"Will," I put my hands on his shoulders and
he growls, still nipping at my throat.
"Look, I'm not saying no, but we should go somewhere else to finish
this. Another stripper is probably gonna be here any minute. My motel room is
just at the end of the street. Can we please go there?"
I growl angrily before standing up.
"Put this on!" I order as I throw him my duster.
I take
the coat silently and put it on. I look up at him warily and he's so pissed.
Not good. It's making me nervous. I find my boots and slip them on. Forget
nervous, I'm a little scared now. I mean, angry vampire isn't good.
"So, um, let's go," I say quietly and walk out to
the hall. I lead him out back and the fresh air feels good. It calms me a
little. Like I said, my motel is just down the street. Then we can... whatever.
Still a little freaked at the 'angry vampire' part, and not wanting to think
about the 'whatever' too much.
Now I'm
pissed. I was in the middle of a perfectly promising shag... and NOW WHAT? I
involuntarily growl and his heart skips a beat. Okay, Spike... now I need
blood. He looks back at me and his eyes go wide. I realize that I've since
vamped and I run my tongue along my fangs.
He turns around quickly and just
keeps walking but I notice his muscles are tenser. "Where is it?" I
ask him.
"It's the Motel 8 on the corner there, room 113,"
I say, pointing down the street. I don't look up at him because I'm thinking
the less I do to antagonize him, the better. And who knows? I might even look
at him wrong, and not realize it until it's too late.
I morph back so as not to scare him too much and then walk
over to him. He goes rigid when I wrap my arms around his waist. I kiss his
neck lightly before pulling away. "Why don't you go and I'll meet you
there."
Go?
Why isn't he following me? I swallow hard as the answer to that question occurs
to me. He's hungry. I'm not sure whether I should just let it go and be glad
he's not feeding off me. Maybe I should try to make him come *with* me? What am
I thinking? *Maybe* I should try to keep him with me? Duh, Xan, he's a vampire.
But the alternative is he's killing. By the time I've turned around to try to
convince him to come with me, though, he's gone. Shit. I sigh and turn back
toward the motel.
I have a hard time just walking away from him, but what else
am I gonna do? I'd rather have him live. And he *wouldn't* if I went back to
his place right now. I light a cigarette and start walking down the stre-
perfect. I look ahead and there's a crimson red Mustang with black windows
driving down the road. Even more perfect.
I run towards the road and jump out in front of it. The
driver stops short and just barely gets me but I fall to the ground and moan in
pain. "OH MY GOD! BUDDY!" He screams as he jumps out of his car.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
I jump up, vamped. "Yeah, thanks." I growl as I
bite into him savagely. When he's dead, I grab him and throw him in the trunk.
I'll get rid of him later, can't have the police finding a body and the car a
block away, can we?
I leave the car in front of the hotel. I'm feeling better. A
little less violent. Now, I can concentrate on getting off. And I *need* to.
That is, *if* he's gonna let me in his place. I suppose it depends on if he's
waiting for me with a stake and holy water, or if he's waiting for me naked.
Either way, it'll be a good result for me, though I'd prefer the latter
tonight.
I pace for a while, trying not to think about Spike killing
someone. The real problem is I'm happier he didn't just bite me. That means
he's not going to, right?
What am I *thinking*????? Of *course* he's not going to bite
me because I'm not going to let him *in*! He's not invited. ... I didn't invite
him. Did I? I'm pretty sure not. Well, he's not getting in. He's getting
staked. Yeah.
So why am I not looking for something to use as a stake?
I jump when I hear the knock on
the door. Shit. Well, I have to open the door to stake him, right? I walk over
and open it slowly. It's Spike, big surprise.
I'm leaning against the doorway when he opens the door.
"Hey, Pet." I say as I stand there. "Gonna invite me in?" I
ask, lifting my eyebrows a couple times in seductive humor.
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