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 INVITE
"N-n-no." Shit,
stuttering again. Stake! Damn it, Xan, it's not like you haven't been helping
Buffy for three years! I turn to find something that I can use as a stake.
Think. Think quickly. Before he leaves.
"N-n-no? Or just no?"
Okay, now he's pissing me off. I
turn and surprise *myself* by growling. "NO!" I yell. "You think
I'm gonna let you in here when you just..." I turn away again and go to my
suitcase. I *know* I put a stake in here, just in case.
"When I just what?"
"You just killed someone!
You expect me to--" I sigh and continue to rummage through my clothes
looking for the fucking stake.
"You know you'll never get to me quick enough to
actually hit the heart." I say as I lean against the door smoking.
"And you certainly didn't have a problem with the just having killed
someone in the club when I was stroking your cock."
Finally! I grab the stake and
walk back over to him. "Yeah, well, you got me over that real fast,"
I reply, completely over any momentary lust I might have felt. I raise the
stake but hesitate when he doesn't even move.
"I
*would* have had we not been interrupted." I say as he starts towards me
with a stake in his hand. "Besides, you seemed to *like* the fact that I'm
a vampire with the way you were shivering."
He just
stares at me, stake raised. "But forgive me, you obviously would have
preferred it had been you? Cause someone's gettin' shagged and someone's
gettin' killed. Didn't think you'd prefer the latter of the two... but
whatever.
"Tell
you what, I'll even give you a head start." I take off my shirts and throw
them in his room so I'm standing there in the hallway shirtless. I take my
cigarette and place it right above my heart so my skin singes a little, then I
throw it down and stomp it out.
I
look back at him and put my arms out. "Think you can do it?" I ask.
"Think you can do it and not die first?"
He just stands there for a minute
and then I say, "Do it."
Fuck. If my hand comes out of that
doorway, I'll die before he will. We both know that. Damn it. I'm such a
coward. I drop the stake.
As soon he the stake hits the
floor, I close the distance between us and sweep him back onto the bed.
Before I know it, we're on the bed and he's on top of me.
Huh? Oh. I guess this would classify as a public place. Invites unnecessary.
And even though I shouldn't be
reacting this way, my cock is getting hard again. So I guess telling him to get
off me would only get me laughed at.
I attack his mouth as I rip open the duster. He arches off
the bed as I run my hands down his chest and down to his cock. "What do
you say now? Still want me to leave you alone?"
"Fuck,"
I whimper when his hands close around my cock.
"Do I take that as a no?"
I whisper into his ear before kissing him deeply.
I contemplate trying to fight
him for about two seconds. But then I change my mind. He was right earlier,
what he said in the hallway. I knew he was a killer the moment I saw him in the
club and I didn't do anything about it. First, because I was scared and then
because I wanted him. I'll freak about that later, me wanting Spike. But the
fact is I wanted him and I still do. So I give in to what I want and wrap my
arms around his waist.
"That's it," I whisper, "Go with what you
*feel*, and what feels good." I kiss him again and thrust into him, my
jeans becoming even more incredibly tight than they already were. "What do
you want, Alex?" I purr into his ear.
I shiver as his lips brush my ear. Fuck, I want this. It may
be stupid. It may be wrong. But I can't help how I feel.
"I...
I want you."
"Mmm..."
I hum into his ear, "You taste so good... feel *so* good..." I grind
my hips against his. "I'm gonna make you beg for mercy, Xander." I
say. "I'll have you whimpering and moaning and coming like you never have
before," I run my hand down to stroke his cock. "But you have to
trust me."
"That something you can
do?" I ask as I start to open-mouth kiss his jugular.
Shit. His voice sends shivers down my spine. And he said my
name. I guess there's no point in the games anyway. I can't pretend it's not
Spike that I want, and I'm kinda glad he wants Xander.
Trust him? Can I do that? I freeze when he kisses my neck.
But when he doesn't use his teeth, I force myself to relax. Back at the club, I
was ready to have sex with him, so I guess I kind of trusted him. Didn't I?
"I'm not gonna kill you."
I whisper faintly into his ear while I can just imagine the internal debate going
on in his head.
Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I
was hoping, but I didn't think he'd actually say it.
He pulls away and looks down at me. I can tell he's waiting
for an answer. "I... I'll try to trust you." It's the best answer I can
give and I hope it's good enough.
"You just do what *feels*
good." I whisper as I stand up and strip.
I lay
there and watch as he takes off the rest of his clothes. He's a good-looking
man and the *only* one I've ever thought that way about. He smirks at me, as if
he can read my mind.
I kneel on the bed and shrug out of the duster. I turn to lay it over a chair next to the bed.
I lie back on the bed and look up at him. He looks me up and down and I take
the time to do the same. Yeah, I still want him. He crawls back up the bed
towards me and I shiver at the predatory look in his eyes.
I'm
trying so desperately to remember that he's a virgin when it comes to this
stuff. That he's young and human and I don't want to hurt him, not in a bad way
at least. So I crawl up the bed over his body, making sure to rub sensuously
against it.
He's
panting a little now as I start at his collarbone and kiss over his shoulders
and back around to his collarbone. I run my tongue up his neck to his mouth and
for once, he doesn't completely tense up when I touch his neck. I look and see
his hands kind of sitting awkwardly at his side. "You can touch me."
I say, "I don't bite." I laugh at that. We both do.
I can laugh at his really bad joke. That's good, it proves
that I *am* starting to trust him. And I'm also ignoring the voice screaming
warnings in my head, as of now.
I run my hands up over his sides, hesitantly, and he moans.
I move them up further to his nipples, circling them lightly. I remember from
earlier, he likes it a little rough. So I pinch them hard. He growls in
response and rubs his cock against mine. I gasp and buck my hips up, trying to
increase the friction. I need to come, so badly I can hardly stand it.
"Good."
I moan encouragingly while he's thrusting and arching up into my body, trying
to get off. I decide to take pity on him, why I'm not sure, maybe I just have a
weak spot for little teenage virgins. But I'm not gonna think about it too much
because thought would *not* involve fucking the slayer's best friend and I am
very *much* gonna fuck the slayer's best friend.
So I
growl as he pinches my nipples and I start to stroke him, faster, letting him
thrust up into my hand. He's panting now, quite heavily, and he's ready to blow
when I stop moving my hand.
Like I said, I'd have him begging.
Oh god, I'm so close. His cold hand is stroking my cock and
fuck it feels so good. I'm thrusting against him and just about to come when
... he stops!
And I whimper.
"Spike, what, why,
what?" I stop babbling and try to make my mind help me form a coherent
sentence. But it's no good. All I can think is I really want to come. So I
stick with: "Why?"
"What?" I ask as I kiss
him.
I try to thrust up into his hand but he's not moving it. I
whimper into his mouth as he kisses me. God, he's an amazing kisser. Shit, I
did *not* just think that about *Spike!*
I moan
as he nibbles his way down to my neck. "Fuck, Spike, please..."
"Please, what?"
What? He *knows* what we're doing here. Oh. I get it. He
just wants to make sure *I* know.
"Shit,
I need to come, please."
I growl as he begs and I start to
stroke him again and he starts moaning before I stop again.
"Spike," I whimper.
"Why'd you stop?" He's driving me fucking crazy! I'm so hard it hurts
and I've never needed to come so badly in my life.
"Tell me what you want,
Xander."
I try to catch my breath, not to
mention collect my nerve a little. What do I want? I think I want to have sex
with him... no I *know* I want to have sex with him. I thought that was
obvious. I'm still a little freaked out about it though, even if I *do* want
it. I'm not sure if I can actually say it.
"Come on, Xanderrrr..." I whisper in his ear.
"Tell me. Want me to touch you? Like this?" I say as I run a finger
up his cock. He whimpers. "Tell me."
Shit, he's trying to kill me. That must be it. Oh, fuck,
he's stopped touching me again. Tell him? My brain's already gone into meltdown
from what he's doing to me, and he wants me to talk?
"Yes,"
I moan. "Please."
"Please, what?" I ask him as I slide my finger
lightly up his cock and back down again, before sliding my fingers around the
base of his cock. "Wanna come?"
I gasp as he keeps touching my
cock lightly, not letting me come yet. "Yes, I want, I *need* to
come." I meet his blue eyes and add, "Please."
"How?" I ask as I slide
my hands away from his cock, over his thigh and around to his ass.
"How?"
I repeat, but it comes out more a squeak.
"Well, you're not trying to make *me* come..." I
say as I grab his ass. "I'm *asking* you how you want me to make *you*
come." I say with a grin.
I squeak again when he squeezes my ass. I think I'm in
danger of hyperventilating just from the way he's touching me. And even more
now that he wants me to tell him what I want. He's just laying there, looking
down at me, and I *know* I'm blushing.
Shit, this was easier when I didn't think I'd have to tell
him what I want. A: I thought it was obvious. B: Well, he's the one with the
experience, so... but I should've known he wouldn't make it *that* easy on me.
I open my mouth to tell him what
I want. "I, um...." Shit. I can't say it. I don't know how to make
myself say it. Especially when I'm not exactly *sure* what I want. I mean,
yeah, I have several ideas, but I was hoping Spike would take care of the
details.
I kiss him again, deeply, while I move my finger slowly
towards his hole. "How can you expect to *do* it, if you can't even *say*
it?"
Okay, so he's got a point. Damn
him. "Spike, I ..." I take a deep breath. "I don't care how you
make me come, as long as you make me come. But I... do know I want you. I want
to feel you inside me." Huh. Guess I did know how to say it after all. Even
though I couldn't seem to make myself look at his face when I said it.
"Look at me, Xander." I say as I kiss him again
softly. "Come for me." I whisper as I start to pump him hard and fast
in my hand.
I look into his eyes and I was
sure I'd see... some sign he was specifically trying to torture me earlier. All
I see though is ...lust. Desire. He wants me. Not just because I'm here, but
because I'm *me*. That realization
combined with the way he's stroking me, send me over the edge. "OH, FUCK,
SPIKE!" I scream, bucking against his hand as I come hard.
"That's
it!" I growl. "Come for me." I lick his lips as he comes in my
hand and screams. "That's it, good Xander." I purr into his ear. I
watch him as he comes and I kiss him again.
I start nipping at his neck as I continue
to stroke him. I lick his earlobe and whisper, "I wanna be inside
you."
Shit. That was....oh my god.
I'm fucking shaking as I recover from that orgasm. And I'm
apparently up for more because as he keeps pumping my cock, I get hard again.
"I wanna be inside you," he whispers in my ear.
I run my hands down to his cock
and stroke it, gently at first and a little harder as he groans and starts
thrusting into my hand. "Spike, I...want you... inside me."
I smile and kiss him deeply.
"I want that too." I say as I push one come-covered finger inside
him.
I moan and clutch at his arms
when I feel his finger inside me. He's going slow, trying not to hurt me, I
guess. That's not something I would've expected. I'm glad though, because I'm
nervous enough as it is.
I have
no fucking idea why I care about this now. I *do* have him here willingly now.
But I want him moaning. I *like* him moaning my name. So I slowly start to
stretch him with my finger and he whimpers. "Hurts?"
At first I think he's taunting me but then I see the look on
his face. He's not. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was a little...
concerned?
"Not,"
I try to catch my breath, "enough for me to want you to stop."
I kiss him again on the neck, biting
him lightly as I slide another finger inside him, stretching him more.
"Eep!" I squeak, which
should translate as "OW!". I try to move away from the fingers
because that burns. And if it feels like that with just his fingers...
"Stop," I gasp.
"Shhh..." I whisper against his lips before kissing
him hard. But I don't pull away, I just stop moving my fingers temporarily.
"Shhh, just *feel*."
He kisses me and I relax a little, but I'm still not sure
about this.
"Shh,
just feel," he says and I frown.
The
feeling part was what made me tell him to stop, so I'm not following.
"Feel? Feel what?"
"Feel *me*," I say before
kissing him gently. "Feel me *inside*
you."
THE VIRGIN
That's
the problem, the cause of the 'eep'. I shake my head. "I can't. If it
feels like that now.... I just can't."
I growl low and look down at him,
"You're *not* backing out on me now."
Eep.
I swallow hard when I see I'm
pissing him off. Okay. Now what? 'Please don't hurt me, Mr. Evil Vampire?' Somehow
I don't think that would work.
So I don't say anything. There's
nothing to say that I haven't already said. I made my bed now.... bad analogy.
I think 'eep' pretty much sums up my situation here
Shit. Now he's scared again. Dammit! Alright. I can do this.
I can get him back willingly. I lean down and kiss him deeply, passionately. I
run my tongue over his palate and massage his tongue with mine before pulling
away. "Do you want me to leave?" I ask quietly.
Huh?
I'm seriously confused now. I thought... I'm really
confused.
He goes from growly to sweet in under five seconds. Sweet?
Spike? Yes, shut up, other side of Xander's brain. Newsflash, Spike can be
sweet when he wants to be.
I look up at him and realize
he's still waiting for me to answer. "I..." I pause as I realize I
*don't* want him to leave. "No. I still... want you, I just..."
"Shhh..."
I say. "Just try and relax." I say, trying to remember what Angelus
told me during my first time. "Just relax."
I move
my fingers again and he groans in pain. I *should* be getting off on it. I know
I should. I should revel in his pain. I should howl and growl and rip into his
throat and make him *really* hurt.
Shit.
I'm so fucked. That's right. I'm fucked. Or I'm gonna be fucking. Soon.
I move my fingers again, slowly,
before getting an idea. "Just relax." I tell him as I slide down the
bed.
Where's
he going? Eep.
I can't believe I'm even doing this, but here I am, sliding down
his body and he's panting and his pulse is soaring. I can smell the fear and
arousal playing inside his veins. Bloody intoxicating it is!
As I slide down his body, I make sure the tip of his cock
rubs against the entire length of me before I settle my mouth over his navel
and start sucking. He moans and arches into me as I run my hands over his
abdomen and around his cock. It throbs and jerks against my skin as I start to
kiss down to his thighs.
I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. *I'm* the fucking
master vampire here, not him. And here I am… NO. It's all in the name of a good
shag. Shagging the slayer's best friend. That's what it's about. At least,
that's what I'll tell myself later. But not now.
I'm not sure where he's going, but he's got me curious. He
pulls his fingers out of me and I sigh with relief. Like I said, I want him,
but... He slides down my body and I arch up against him as he keeps the
skin-on-skin contact.
Then he's sucking on my navel
and I moan. Shit, that feels good. He's gone too soon though, kissing down to
one leg. "Oh, fuck, Spike," I whimper and grab his head as he presses
open-mouth kisses to my thigh. He growls but it's not a warning growl, I don't
think. His hands are running up and down my legs and it's soothing for some
reason.
His fingers grip my head and pull on my hair and I growl
against his skin. Fuck that feels good! Okay. Then what'd Angelus do? That's
easy. I pull off of the boy and flip him over. He moans as his cock rubs
against the mattress. He whimpers as I climb onto him and straddle his thighs.
"Shhh," I whisper in his ear as I lean over him and
place my hands on his back. "Relax. I'm not gonna do anything yet." I
say, as soothing as I can be.
Ok, I
can relax. I try anyway. It's hard, though, when I can't see him. It makes me
nervous.
I kiss the nape of his neck and move down to his shoulder
blades. He tastes so fucking good. It's been so long since I've given in to my
"Angelus-urge" as I call it. I don't get it too often. But every now
and then, everybody needs cock.
I run my tongue down his spine and over the crack of his
gorgeous ass. He screams and thrashes around as I lick around his tight ring.
"Spike," I whimper as I
feel his tongue licking down the crack of my ass. I think my heart's gonna
explode if it beats any faster. I push back against him, needing...
something...more.
I run my
hands up his ass and over his back as I continue to lick around him. He's
whimpering as I rub his thighs with my hands and thrust my hips against his
legs. "SHIT!" I yell as he unconsciously presses his knees together
and squeezes my cock in between them.
I kiss his ass as I slide one of my
legs in between his before sliding my tongue inside him.
"Spike," I moan as I
feel him press an open-mouthed kiss to my ass cheek. Then "EEP!"
Shit. Tongue. Cold tongue. Oh fuck, *good* tongue. I push back against him and
moan as he presses it deeper inside me.
His muscles squeeze my tongue and fuck me! It feels fuckin'
good! Nice to have him moaning again, instead of wussing out! I straighten my
tongue and just start thrusting it inside him as he pushes against me and fists
the sheets.
"OH FUCK, SPIKE!" I
whimper as I clutch at the bed. I push back against him and then forward. I
moan as my hard cock rubs against the sheets.
That's
it, Boy. Whimper now cause you won't be when I've got my cock up your ass.
I thrust inside of him while squeezing and spreading his ass
apart and I thrust my cock against his leg. Fuck my cock is hard as a rock. I
slide one hand around and grab his cock that he's been dry-humping the bed
with.
I whimper continuously as I feel
his tongue moving in and out of my hole. It feels so fucking *GOOD*.
"Please," I moan when his hand grips my cock. Shit. I really, really,
need to come. I realize he does too, when I notice his cock rubbing against my
leg.
I pull
away from him and he whimpers really loudly. I need to be inside him. There's
no fucking way he's gonna come twice before I get off once. No fucking way in
Hell!
I locate
my pants on the floor and lean over to grab them, thankful that the now-dead
owner of my brand new car was also a flaming ponce.
He pulls away and I whimper at
the loss. But then I realize why he pulled away. It's okay, just relax. He's
already proven he's trying not to hurt me too much.
I bite
the cap off and spit it across the room. I can't cover my cock fast enough. It
doesn't bother me *that* much that it smells like fucking strawberries! That'll
be fixed easy enough. I slice my wrist quick with the tips of my fangs and mix
them as I smear them around. It'd be better if it smelled of *his* blood, but
that would most likely scare him.
Like
he's not already scared out of his wits. At least it's not because I'm a
vampire, but because he's never been fucked like this before. But I'm having a
hard time remembering what Angelus did. I think at this point, he just shoved
his monster cock inside me and made me scream and bleed.
Don't
think Xander would like *that* too much. I know *I* didn't too much.
Okay, I smear the lube over his ass
and cover my fingers before sliding two inside him nice and easy.
I whimper, but not so much from
pain. Yet. Stop thinking that way, Xan. Relax. He crooks his fingers and I
squeak. Shit, that felt really, really good. "Do that again," I gasp.
I smile as I kiss his back and I do it again. And again. And
again. And then I add another finger slowly while thrusting my slippery cock
against his thighs. "Like that, Pet?"
"SPIKE," I whimper
from the pain. He flicks his fingernails against that spot though and I moan as
he sends pleasure shooting through my body again. "I like," I pant.
I rub his spot again and he whimpers and bucks up against me,
making my throbbing cock all the harder. Mmm... I stretch him a little more and
add a fourth finger, cause let's face it, Dru didn't start calling me the Big
Bad for nothin'.
"FUCK!" I moan, as he stretches me even further.
But I can't concentrate on the pain long when he keeps doing... that. I squeak
again, having finally figured out what he wanted me to 'feel.'
He's got four fingers sliding in
and out of me and it doesn't hurt all that much now. And I'm suddenly really
impatient to feel *him* inside me. I think I'm ready... "Spike,
please," I whimper, trying to make my brain give my mouth the necessary
words. I wish he was a mind-reader...
"Tell me," I whisper into
his ear before nipping his neck.
I moan and arch back against him. I like the feeling of his
cool fingers inside me and his cool skin against mine. I want more.
"S-s-spike.." Damn stuttering. I swear, he's the ONLY one that's ever
done that to me. Not Wills, not Cordy, not Faith. Just Spike.
I try to catch my breath and
lose the stutter. I'm not scared, just a little nervous. But I want this.
"I want you inside me," I whisper.
I kiss
his neck again, wet, and long before moving my fingers out of him. I squeeze
some more of the lube out and cover my cock and his ass one more time to be
sure. As much as I'd love to tear into him and make him bleed, there's
something about having willing participants... it's just better. Even more
powerful, sometimes, than taking life because making someone come, who wouldn't
normally be naked with you, is a charge.
At
least that's what I'll tell myself later.
I position the head of my cock at
his entrance, "Just relax." I whisper into his ear before sucking on
his earlobe.
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