AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as
Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Spike/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
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
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Damn,
I *need* to come.
Oh,
shit. By the look on his face, I'm not sure if I didn't say that part out loud
or not.
Oh.
Dracula. A vampire I hate more than any other.
I look
up at him, curiously, when he says... No. It was my imagination. Because he
wouldn't say something like that to me. Unless he was trying to give me a hint
that he wants me to help him with that little problem. Something I have no
intention of doing. Even if he is kind of sex -
No! No,
no, no, damn it! I am not going to have more disturbing revelations tonight!
Especially not about SPIKE! I want Angelus. Say it to yourself about fifty
times, and then everything will be okay again.
It's
not working. I can't stop looking at him, because he's got blood spatters on
his face. And ... well, it's not the only reason. Because he really is ... sexy.
There. I said it. Spike is sexy.
And I'm
not going to over think this. Angelus says I do that too much, and I should
just go after what I want. And it does make sense. I mean, I'm a demon.
Shouldn't focus too much on consequences. Want, take, have.
And I
haven't had a good fuck in way too long. I wonder if Spike would be interested?
Well, he *did* kiss me, earlier. I guess I'll never know unless I give it a
shot.
I step
closer to him. "You've got blood..." I lean in and lick his cheek,
where some of the blood has spattered.
Instant
erection.
As if
I didn't have one before, but now it's certainly in the foreground of my mind.
He
just licked me.
As in
*he* initiated.
As in
*I* didn't.
As in
*he* did it of his own free will and *that* (by Angelus' permission) means that
I'm that much closer to taking him.
And
*that* makes me one happy vampire.
Let's
face it: I've always been attracted to him.
"I
guess so," I whisper before biting his ear gently.
I moan
and move downward to his neck. There's blood there too, of course. And it
tastes good, but *he* tastes good too. He tastes exactly the way that I would
expect Spike to taste.
If I'd
ever thought about what Spike would taste like, that is.
And
yeah, okay? I have. Once.
That's all
I'll ever admit to, anyway.
Losing
the point. The point is brought back to my attention, though, when he grabs my
hips and pulls me closer. He thrusts against me and I think I just whimpered.
"So,"
I say as I rub against him, "Unless you're planning on finishing what
you've started, I'd leave."
Of
course he can't just shut up and enjoy this. He has to make sure *I* know who
I'm... um, licking. And I do. I'm well aware that it's Spike, the vampire I
probably would have dusted years ago, if I could have managed it.
But
things change. People change. I changed. Quite literally. And at the moment,
I'm horny. He is too... And even *I* can do the math on this one.
I raise
my head and lick a path up his other cheek, before looking him in the eyes.
"Have I given you any reason to think I *wouldn't* want to finish
this?" I ask.
On
second thought, I think we'll just make that a rhetorical question. I grab his
face and kiss him, taking advantage of his surprise to thrust my tongue into
his mouth. And Oh. My. God.
So I
guess that answers *my* question.
Well,
this is surprising. Not an hour ago, I was wondering when Spike was going to
kill me. Now I'm wondering when he's going to fuck me. It's all Angelus' fault.
He's a bad influence. Or a good one, depending on your evil quotient.
I slip
my hands up under his T-shirt to his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples.
He growls into my mouth and grabs my ass so he can thrust his hips against
mine. "Shit," I gasp, tearing my mouth away from his.
"Spike...."
"What,
Xander?" I ask him as I lick his jawbone and grind my cock against his.
"What do you want?"
I
know, it's annoying for him, but I *am* his elder, plus I'm *me*. And he needs to
know that he's not in charge here, even if I *do* let him kiss me, because in
the end, *I'm* not the one who's gonna get fucked.
I want
him. But not here. I have alley issues, you could say.
I don't
really want to go home, either. It's too far. So where, then? He thrusts
against me and I moan. Okay, brain, WORK!
"Spike,
I want... " He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. Yeah, that makes it
*so* much easier. "The owner of the club has fully furnished rooms
upstairs that he rents out, by the hour." Babbling? Yes. Kind of. Spike
thinks so too.
"And
I was thinking we could maybe get one and um... you know," I finish.
Lamely. Don't want Spike to think *everything* has changed, now do I?
"What's
the matter, Luv?" I ask as I lick his lips. I slip my hand into his fly,
which I've previously unzipped, unbeknownst to him, and start stroking his
cock. Angelus always *did* have good taste, and a good eye for cock.
Mine
included.
"Don't
wanna sully your new clothes with a little grime? Or don't wanna get caught in
an alley takin' it up the arse?"
Why
does he have to be difficult about this?
Oh,
wait. This *is* Spike. Silly me for thinking easy was an option.
But I'm
not about to tell him about the reason for my inability to do this *here*. Call
me crazy, but I don't really feel like sharing something like that.
What
would I say? 'Gee, Spike, I dunno. Angelus raped me in an alleyway, so I'm not
really fond of them anymore.'
Not
likely.
"I
just can't. Not here," I say. Yeah, that'll really satisfy his curiosity.
Damn it.
I
smile and squeeze his cock while I nibble his ear for a couple seconds before
singing, "I think you caaan."
I
don't let him speak, I seal my lips over his and slam him into the wall behind
us, pinning his hands against it.
Oh
yeah, I *am* the bloody master.
I
grind against him once more and pull away, "'Sides, *I* can," I
shrug.
Shit.
"Let me go!" I yell, trying to pull my hands away. And I'm trying to
keep those memories down in my subconscious where they belong, but it's not
working.
And
Spike won't let go. Fuck! "Spike, I really can't do this. Not like this.
Please, let go." I smell the fear and I can guarantee it's not coming off
*him.* That's just perfect.
OH!
I get
it.
I
remember those times.
I
release him immediately and step back. "Alright, Mate," I say.
"Not here."
I
really hope I didn't ruin it for tonight, 'cause I really was planning on
gettin' laid.
"Upstairs,
you said?"
Oh. Okay?
Just like that? Why-- No, don't ask. Just be grateful.
I nod
and run a shaky hand through my hair. Surprisingly, I do still want him. I
don't know *why* ... other than the fact that he isn't hard on the eyes. At
all. Okay, so I guess that's why.
"Yeah,"
I walk to the door of the club and he follows me. "I just have to find
Andrew, the owner of the place. I'll be back in a minute." I walk over to
the bar.
Angelus
and I were here, once, a few days ago. Darla thought we were hunting. And we
were, but then we got horny.
"Jason,
tell Andrew I need to talk to him," I say to the bartender.
"Sure
thing, Xander," Jason replies. Okay, so I've been here a few other times,
without Angelus. But I have to find my own entertainment, if he won't hang out
with me. And this place is handy. Nice and private.
Andrew
walks up, after a few seconds' wait. "Xander. What can I do for you?"
"Got
a room free?" I ask. I glance over at Spike. He's flirting with some guy.
Oh, they're going to... dance. Shit, that's ... "Huh?" I ask, when I
realize Andrew asked me something.
He
grins. "Two hundred an hour." I just look at him. "Fine,"
he sighs. "One hundred an hour. But only because you're a friend of
Angelus." Friend. That's an interesting way of putting it.
I dig out
two hundred dollars and hand it to him. He wanders off again to get my key. And
I think I'll just stand here and watch Spike. Fuck, is he doing that on
purpose? Does he KNOW how -- He grins over at me and that answers my question.
Yeah, he knows.
This
place is nice.
Too
many hormones in the air, though, I can't even think straight.
And
then there's this nice bloke, pretty handsome, and a flamin' ponce!
He's
movin' with me, rubbin' his cock against mine any chance he gets. Silly human, thinks
he can do *this* to me.
No,
Ducks, this is reserved for someone else, who's currently leaning against the
bar, watching me.
I
stick my tongue out of my mouth and wiggle it at him as I grab the guy's ass
and pull him toward me.
Shit!
Andrew,
where the FUCK ARE YOU!
And
that guy is SOOOOO dead, when I get over there. Nobody touches my Spike---
ARGH! I did *NOT* just think that.
"Here
ya go, Xander. Second room on your right--" I take the key from Andrew and
walk over to Spike and the man who has ten seconds left to live.
I tap
him on the shoulder.
Spike
smirks at me. The man turns to look. "Get fucking LOST," I growl at
him. "Spike's with me."
"Hey,
he wanted to dance with me, Man--"
Okay,
let me think. How to get rid of him...
The easy
way. I reach over and snap his neck. "Oops," I say with a grin to
Spike, before I grab his wrist, pulling him toward the stairs. People are
screaming now, but in that crowd, nobody noticed who the killer was. Everyone
was too caught up in dancing and kissing and drinking and getting high.
"I'm
touched, Luv," I say as he yanks me up the stairs. "Didn't know you
care," I say mockingly.
"So
either you want my cock or you actually *do* care about your family." I grab
his waist once we're up the stairs and wrap my hands around him, rubbing his
stomach as I thrust my cock against his ass. "Which is it?"
I
groan. "Both," I reply.
Okay,
now I have to remember which room it was. Not an easy task, with Spike touching
and nipping and thrusting-- Second room on the right! Thank you, brain.
I start
walking again, but Spike doesn't seem to want to release me. I'm not going to
protest. Almost... there. I open the door. Oh, this is a nice room.
Spike
pushes me inside, slams the door shut and then shoves me up against the door.
All without breaking contact with me. Talented.
And
hopefully I'm about to find out *how* talented.
I
shouldn't like being pinned against the door like this, but for some reason I'm
not bothered by it. He licks at the back of my neck as he continues to thrust
against my ass. "Spiiiiike," I moan. "There's a reason I got us
access to a bed."
"Bed?"
I ask as I tear his shirt off violently. I run my nails up his back; Dru always
insisted that I let them stay long. (Not like a woman or anything, but long
enough to hurt her.)
I
rake them down his back before slipping them around his waist and starting on
his zipper. "Why a bed, when it's so much fun here?" I ask as I start
kissing his shoulder blades.
"Uh..."
Fuck. I need to come. "G-g-GODS!" I moan when he slips his hand
inside my fly and strokes my cock. "Good question," I gasp. Bed? Who
needs a bed? Not me.
He's
got my hands pinned above me. Our 'family' must have serious control issues.
Because so far, Angelus, Darla, and now Spike have all dominated me. And with
Angelus, at least, I enjoyed it. Most of the time. Hopefully I'll be able to
say the same of Spike.
"Spike...
please..." I moan.
I grin and nip the back of his neck again. "Please,
what?"
Shit.
Apparently my 'family' has serious 'annoy Xander' issues, too. But, fine. I can
answer the question. Angelus has helped me get over most of my old shyness.
I
whimper when he bites down on my earlobe. And he's got me panting for breath already,
and we're not even both naked, yet. "Want you," I say.
I
sensuously lick up his neck to his ear and whisper, "That much I
know," before squeezing his cock.
"Tell
me something I didn't," I request while I stroke him with one hand and
start unzipping my trousers with the other.
He's so
much like Angelus, something I never realized before. I wonder if he would
consider that a compliment, though? I'll save it for later, after I know the
answer to that question.
I hear
the sound of a zipper being lowered and shiver in anticipation. He *knows* what
I want. He's just still doing that dominating thing. And I have learned how to
play the good little sub, so...
"I
want you to fuck me, Spike. Please."
"Me?
Fuck you?" I ask.
"Piffle!"
I say, and make sure to pop the 'p' right into his ear.
I
place a finger in front of his mouth and whisper, "Make me wet,
Ducks."
I run
my tongue along his finger teasingly. He growls, thrusting against me. I smile
and lean forward, taking his finger into my mouth. I suckle it hard, acting out
what my tongue and teeth would do to his cock if I were sucking him off.
"Yeah,
just like that, Pet."
My
attempt at teasing *him* backfires, when my over-active imagination kicks into gear.
I moan as I get the mental image of myself on my knees in front of him, sucking
his cock. Shit. I can't believe how fucking hard I am. And so close to coming.
Mmmm...
And I
don't care if that was heard or not.
I'm
sure he's sucked Angelus down, no way he hasn't, not with what he's doing with
his tongue.
I
continue kissing his neck, lightly teasing him with my human teeth.
I get
this vision of him, with my cock down his throat, perhaps Angelus' in one hand
and his own in the other.
"Fuck,"
I growl.
Too
many cocks, so little time, huh, Pet?
"I'm
not gonna fuck you, Xander," I inform him.
"No,"
I repeat as I let go of his cock and run my nails up his stomach to his
nipples, which I scrape harshly with them. "Definitely not gonna fuck
you."
I grab
his waist and turn him roughly so he can see me. His eyes are so fucking filled
with lust, *I* can't even think straight.
So I
place my hands on his shoulders and push him to his knees. Luckily, he takes my
trousers with him on his way down, and I slam my hands into the wall to brace
myself. Angelus always did have a gift with teaching his childer.
I
can't wait to watch Xander dominate someone else. (Not me. Only Angelus can do
that.) But someone else. A human. A minion. It doesn't much matter, but I bet
he's amazing on top.
But
right now, he's more than willing to be on bottom.
I don't
even need to think twice about it, when he pushes me onto my knees. He read my
mind, but I don't care. I want this so desperately. I pull his jeans down and can't
help gasping when I see him.
First
thought that comes to mind? Holy shit. He's definitely... impressive. Who
would've thought? He's otherwise so thin and lanky and ... well, Spike.
Next
thought? There's no way I *wasn't* going to suck him off. Even if it was *my*
idea, I'm sure I could've persuaded him. Angelus has taught me all kinds of
things.
Okay,
I'm mind-babbling, instead of showing him my new-found talent. I gotta stop
that.
I lean
in and lick up the underside of his cock. Then I take the head of his cock into
my mouth and suckle it. My hands move to his balls, squeezing them.
"Oh
FUCK!"
He
grips my hair, but doesn't thrust his cock down my throat. When I glance up at
the look on his face, I can see that takes a little self-control. I can't help
smiling around his cock and then I very slowly slide my lips down his cock,
relaxing my throat as I go. When I've succeeded in deep-throating his cock, I
swallow, working my throat around him.
Oh
"BLOODY HELL! PET!" Fuck!
I grin.
Well, I *was* taught by Angelus. What did he expect? I scrape a nail over his
balls and he groans, shuddering. And shit, I'm so hard it hurts. I really need
to come. I wonder...
I
remove my hands for a moment to shove my jeans down over my hips. I start to
stroke myself with one hand, as I let him slide out of my mouth, letting my
teeth graze his cock as I do.
I suck
on the head of his cock for a moment, and glance up at his face. He's watching
me jerk myself off, and I wonder if he's okay with that. Angelus never lets me
come until he's come a few times first, but I don't know if there are any rules
like that when it's just someone else in the clan. But I figure if Spike
doesn't want me coming yet, he'll tell me right about now.
"SHIT,"
I groan as he works those damn muscles around.
But
back to the task at hand... and I grin at the pun.
I
grab his hair and force him to look up at me.
"Not
until I say," I say sternly, and he knows what I mean.
Fuck. I
think about ignoring him. But that's not a good idea. He's quite capable of
*keeping* me from coming if I don't cooperate.
I
whimper but remove my hand from my cock. I squeeze his balls, as I deep-throat
him again. This time, as I swallow around his cock, I start to purr. Angelus
*really* loves it when I do that.
I
slam my hands into the door and am damn lucky it's made of such good oak.
This
boy... a week old and he's learn all this?
He's
obviously eager to please!
(And
to come!)
"Xand,"
I rasp, trying to control my voice and my sanity long enough to tell him,
"Touch yourself, just don't come."
Oh,
god. I nearly came just now, just from hearing the lust in his voice.
I'm not
sure I can watch him watching *me* touch myself, and not come. But it's what he
wants, and for some reason, I really want to give him what he wants. Not going
to analyze it. I'll have time to do that much later, when he's trying to kill
me.
I
glance up at his face as I start to stroke myself again. I moan, and he gasps
in response to the vibrations it sends through his cock. Fuck, his eyes... and
there's so much arousal in the air... No fucking way I'm gonna last much
longer.
So I
start to move faster, up and down his cock, using every trick Angelus has
taught me. I squeeze his balls harder, painfully, but he doesn't protest. I
increase the suction on his cock, and continue purring around him. His fingers
dig into my scalp and I think he's losing it. And just when that thought occurs
to me, he thrusts his cock down my throat.
He freezes
and looks down at me, but I'm okay. Luckily for both of us, I'm used to Angelus
losing it that way, too. I just smile and swallow around his cock.
"Oh
fuck me!"
I
start slamming into him, pounding into that beautiful mouth that always made
fun of me.
He's
finally stopped with his rude, sarcastic comments.
I
always knew he'd suck great cock.
And
mine is the greatest!
I
place my hand on the back of his neck and hold his head still as my cock just
slips in and out of his mouth, his tongue adding suction when he can. Oh, this
is completely beyond anything else!
The
closest I'll ever come to having Angelus suck me off.
*That's*
for sure!
"Teeth,
Pet, need teeth," I say. I always do. Just a little, enough to hurt.
I tend
to get way too into this submissive role. But I'll analyze *that* later, too.
He fucks my mouth, and I just continue to suck him as hard as possible. I'm
still stroking myself, but lightly, so I won't make myself come yet.
I'm
still so close.
"Teeth,
Pet, need teeth."
I can do
that.
The
next time he thrusts into me, I let my teeth graze him. He hisses and pulls
harder on my hair and I hope that doesn't mean 'too much'. I'd hate to piss him
off, at a time like this.
Oh
fuck!
And
as I sail over the edge, my departing thought is a wail, of "COOOME!"
I command him as I fill his belly with me.
Shit!
It's really freaky how both of them can make me come, just by a simple command.
But I'm grateful too, at the moment. Cuz fuck, I really needed that.
I
swallow his seed and continue sucking his cock until he's spent. Then I let it
slip from my mouth, and sit back on my heels, staring up at him.
"Wow."
Holy
bloody fucking hell!
That
was-
I
mean-
Even
*Dru* never sucks me like that!
I'd
love it if I had another Xander, so I could see *this* Xander's face when he
got head from the other Xander!
What?
I
guess when I've just had an orgasm like that, I don't make much sense!
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