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
INSIDE
I nod, trying to make my body relax. He doesn't want to
hurt me. WHAT??? Shut UP, argumentative side of brain. He doesn't want to hurt
me.
"I
don't wanna hurt you," I whisper really quietly in his ear. I have no idea
if he heard me and I really hope he didn't cause I really don't need *that*
getting out into society. But I'm not gonna think about that right now cau-
FUCK HE'S TIGHT!
I push into him, ever so slowly, going as deep as he'll let me, which isn't much. "Just relax." I say, "It won't hurt for too much longer."
I whimper and clutch at the sheets. He's really big. Shit,
even after he tried to stretch me... But I keep reminding myself what I already
knew, what he even said: He doesn't want to hurt me. And I also remember how
good it felt earlier. So I force my muscles to do that and let him come deeper.
Damn it. Idea. Another one of my
trying-to-be-just-like-my-sire things. But it worked. And when I'm shagging, I
like to kiss. So, I pull out of him and he whimpers a little, but I think he's
a little relieved as well. I flip him over and attack his mouth. I kiss him
deeply as I position myself between his legs. I slowly lift them up and over my
shoulders and I don't think he's ever thought about how this would actually be
done cause his eyes are wide. But I think it might make him feel better, being
able to see me. And like I said, I like to kiss.
This
is better. For some reason, being able to look in his eyes calms me. And that
revelation is SO not getting out of this room. WHAT AM I SAYING? NOTHING ABOUT
TONIGHT IS GETTING OUT OF THIS ROOM!
I run my hands up and over his chest and he purrs. I laugh,
surprised. I didn't know vampires purred. I pull his head down with one hand
for another kiss, while my other hand teases his nipples, pinching and tugging
at them. He growls into my mouth and I shiver, not out of fear anymore. I like
the way he kisses... among a lot of other things.
Oh.
Fuck. Me.
Bloody.
Fucking. Hell.
I growl
as he plays with my nipples and fuck me if he doesn't pull me down for a kiss.
I want so desperately to just... FUCK him. Hard. Fast. Deep. All night long.
But he *is* just a human.
So I guess I'll settle for slowing pushing inside him again as I watch his expression.
He
makes sure I'm looking in his eyes and then starts to enter me, slowly. But I'm
not feeling all that much pain, it just feels ... right. The way he fills me.
Being
able to see him is helping, a lot. Especially what I see in those amazing blue
eyes. I always thought he was cold and cruel... and maybe, no probably, he
still is. But now, I'm starting to think there's more to Spike than the 'Big
Bad'. Hell, he's proven that with how patient he's been tonight, trying not to
hurt me.
And
all that adds up to the fact that I *really* want this. I want him. More than I
think I've ever wanted anybody. "Spike," I moan as he pushes even
deeper.
I shudder as his cock brushes against that spot again. "Fuck," I whimper as I try to catch my breath.
Okay. He's ready. I am too. So I
thrust the rest of my cock inside him good and quick.
"Eep!"
Yes, Spike will probably remember me as the stuttering, squeaking virgin. Shit,
I couldn't care less at the moment. Because his cock is inside me and it feels
... unbelievable.
But I want to tell him that. "Spike, oh fuck, feels... so good," I moan. I'm not sure if that was coherent or not, but it's as close as I'm gonna get to coherent for a while, I think.
"Sofuckingtightsobloodyfuckinggood..."
I chant into his ear as he bucks his hips up towards mine, burying my cock
further inside him. "OH SHIT!" I scream as I slip in deeper and he
starts squeezing me.
"Fuck, Xanderrrrr..." I start purring as I pull out and thrust back inside him. I start stroking his cock in time with my thrusts. I'm so fucking ready to come and fill him up, but this feels too fucking good to stop right now.
"Spike,"
I gasp. Shit! I'm so close. He's thrusting inside me and I figured out it feels
so much better when I push up against him. I've never felt anything like this.
I'm babbling, I think my mouth has taken on a life of its own.
"Ohspikegodyesfuckyes," is part of what comes out of my mouth.
And he's fucking *purring* which adds to the pleasure, making my whole body vibrate with his. I whimper when he starts to stroke me and I don't think I'm gonna last much longer.
I can't even fucking stand this. SHIT. He feels so fucking good. I'm about ready to come and I think he is to. He's grabbing at my hips and I lean down to kiss him, trying not to shift. I don't think he'd like that too much.
I moan
into his mouth as he kisses me. My hands wander around to his ass, squeezing
and trying to pull him deeper. He pulls away from my lips and nips his way down
to my throat. It doesn't freak me out anymore as he nibbles with his blunt
teeth. He's not gonna hurt me. He said that.
I'm so glad I didn't try to stake him earlier. I would've
missed out on this and that would've been bad. "Spike," I moan. I
arch up against him when he thrusts in and hits that spot again.
"Shit!"
"Xanderrrr," I moan into his mouth as I kiss him
and thrust inside once more. "Squeeze me, make me feel good." I purr
into his ear.
I shiver as his lips brush against my ear. He starts to nibble on it and I whimper. On his next thrust inside my body, I squeeze him with my muscles a little. "FUCK!" I moan. Shit that felt good.
OHBLOODYFUCKINGCHRISTONACROSS!
"Do it again." I growl into his ear and I slam into
once more and he does it again. "Harder." I growl.
I gasp, when he pushes into me a little harder. God he
feels too good inside me. "Harder," he says. Okay. I obey and-
"SPIKE!" I squeak.
"SHITXANDER!"
I scream. "Sure ya never did this before?" I groan into his ear.
Fuck. If Angel only knew what he passed up for the fucking slayer!
But as much as he feels good... I need...
"Hell, no, I've never done this before," I reply,
gasping for breath. "Shit, Spike. I need to come..."
I'm licking his neck and before I really know I've done it, I
know I've shifted. I run my fangs lightly over his neck before looking into his
eyes. "I wanna drink you, Luv." I whisper, "I *need* to drink
you."
I
shiver when I feel his fangs graze my skin. Then he looks at me in full game
face "I wanna drink you, Luv," he says. "I *need* to drink
you."
Fuck. Please don't let him have changed his mind about killing me. I look in his eyes and I'm almost sure he hasn't changed his mind, though...
I thrust back inside him once, making sure to hit him in just
the right spot. He moans a little and he hasn't stopped looking at me. "I
*need* you." I whisper. "Inside *me*." I lick his lips and then
whisper in his ear, "Can I?"
Shit.
I swear the temperature in the room just rose a little. When he puts it *that*
way, I think *I* want it too. I've trusted him to this point, why shouldn't I
keep trusting him?
Um,
because he's a blood-drinking demon?
Shut
UP, other side of Xander's brain. I already told you I'm not listening.
I kiss him softly as I'm sure he's got some internal war going on. Who wouldn't? I just hope that these little kisses and soft licks of my tongue on his face and neck do well to persuade him as I continue to stroke him and fill him. Cause I *really* need to come.
I do
trust him, and he hasn't made me regret it yet. He's made me feel things I've
never felt before. He's been more patient than I'd ever expect, too.
Like
now, he didn't say, "I'm gonna bite you," and then laugh evilly. He
*asked* and he's waiting for me to answer. Would he do that if he was planning
to kill me? Hell, would he even ask, if he was planning to kill me?
I
don't think so. And like he said, it's a way for a little bit of me to be
inside him. I really like the way that sounds.
He's
still thrusting inside me, steadily, and he's licking and nuzzling my neck. I
run my fingers through his hair and he purrs. Definitely not acting like he's
gonna rip my throat out and bleed me dry.
"Okay," I whisper.
Oh my
god. Did he... I mean... I didn't really think... but his hand pulls me to his
neck before I have time to question. And this is wrong on so many levels. First
off, I'm a vampire. I shouldn't ask permission. And second, he's the fucking
slayer's friend, he should know better than to offer up his neck to a vamp.
But as I slide my fangs into his neck effortlessly and feel
his blood flowing over my aching fangs, filled with his desire, I couldn't give
a flying fuck.
"FUCK ME!" I scream as I come finally, bucking up
against him.
That's
exactly what I'm doing, Pet.
And I'm gonna keep on doing it. At least for a couple seconds until his blood reaches my cock and fills my body and I howl and pump him full of me as I come.
Oh.
My. God.
I
would *never* have thought that being bit by a vampire could be that... wow.
Really, really, wow. And I'm still trying to catch my breath as I feel him cum
inside me, flooding my insides.
He withdraws his fangs from my neck. So there, other side
of Xander's brain. I can trust him. At least for tonight anyway. I feel him
licking at the puncture marks on my neck and I moan.
Bloody
hell.
Correction.
Bloody fucking hell.
Shit.
That was... *is*... bloody fucking hell.
I lick
at the wounds on his neck as I continue to jerk inside him and I milk the rest
of his come out of his cock.
Oh fuck.
He's
purring again. I grin and run my fingers through his hair again. He withdraws from me and I whimper at the loss.
He lays on his back next to me and I grab the sheet that we ended up kicking off
the bed and wipe the cum off both of our stomachs.
"Spike, that was, wow." I mumble. Yes, I've been
told I have a way with words. And I'm proving that now. But I don't give a
fuck. I just got a really *good* fuck, I'm content. Tired.
"It was." I reply and wonder what happens next.
THE
END
I look
over at the clock. Three a.m. The nice thing about working nights is I *don't*
have to get out of bed until this afternoon. And I'm thinking I may not, I feel
so spent. Pleasantly so, but definitely of the 'not wanting to move' frame of
mind.
I
wonder what happens now, though? Let's see, the last time I had sex I got
strangled and nearly killed. I'd rather not have a repeat. But I don't think
there will be one. He could've killed me a few hundred times tonight and
didn't. I'm pretty sure that for tonight, anyway, I'm safe.
So in that case... "You're welcome to stay until
sunset if you need a place to crash... or whatever," I say, rolling over
onto my side, looking at him. "I'm planning on sleeping for at least the
next twelve hours, so... whatever, like I said."
"Mmm."
I acknowledge what he said, but I'm sure he doesn't mean it. He can't. And we
both know it.
To my surprise, he seems to relax and then closes his eyes.
I *should* have thrown him out, because that would've been
the smart thing. But why would I start doing the smart thing *now* when I've
ignored it all night? I'm pretty sure there will be no more Xander-blood
drinking so I wasn't kidding. He can stay.
I yawn. I'm too tired to stay up all night being wary,
anyway. I close my eyes. Surprisingly, it doesn't give me the creeps to know
that there's a vampire lying next to me and I don't know what he's doing. All I
can think is. Tired. Sleep good. Sleep now.
I sit there for an hour and half and watch him sleep.
By all rights, I should kill him. He's a friend of the
slayer's and he's here. And I should kill him and make sure it's messy.
I *should*.
But I don't. I watch him sleep. I watch him because he just
gave me the fucking shag of the decade! Because he's not *with* the slayer, so
there must be a reason. I remember hearing a couple of the waitresses gossiping
while he was dancing. One of the many blessings of immortal life. One of them
said after the dance, he might have enough to get his car fixed. So that must
be it.
I sit and watch him a few more minutes before hopping into
his shower and cleaning off. As our come washes down the drain, I feel kind of…
well… sad. Oh well. I'm a demon. I don't get sad.
I get dressed and put on my Docs before walking to the door.
I leave five hundred with a note: For your car.
Then I walk to the door. I've got a good hour to get the hell
out of this city and head for parts unknown. Where? I have no idea. Maybe I'll see about Dru again.
Maybe not.
I look back and blow a kiss to him. "Bye for now,
Pet." I whisper as I walk out and shut the door tightly behind me. I'm far
from through with you, Luv.
I chuckle as I get in my new car after having drained a
homeless guy. Maybe I'll have to stop by SunnyHell someday.
Yeah, a trip to SunnyD would be just fine.
~El Fin~
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