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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Once
I've regained my sanity, I look down at him, still on his knees, eager for
what's next.
"On
the bed and be hard when you get there," I command.
Be hard?
Not a problem. Just at the tone of his voice, hello, Xander's ready for more
fun.
He
didn't say whether or not to be naked, so I guess I won't assume anything. I
pull my jeans back up, but I don't fasten them. They were too tight, before,
and now they'd just be painful. I grin at him as I walk over to the bed.
I don't
know what's next, but I think I'll probably enjoy it. He'd said he wasn't going
to fuck me... but maybe he just meant not yet? Whatever, I'll figure it out
soon enough.
I crawl
onto the bed and turn onto my back. I look over at him and can't help shivering
at the lust in his eyes. "Gonna just stand there and look?" I ask
with a little smile.
I
stand there for a few minutes before stepping out of my jeans and boots. Then,
I take my t-shirt off and toss it aside.
I
stand there, naked, with my hands on my hips for a few more seconds before
saying, "No," and then I sit down in the recliner. "I'm gonna
sit here and watch."
Huh?
"Huh?"
I look
at him with a raised eyebrow. Angelus hasn't made him perform yet? I'm
surprised Darla hasn't. She always liked a good show to get her revved up.
"I'm
gonna sit here, and *watch*," I say as I start stroking my cock lightly,
not too hard because I don't wanna come for a while. Sometimes, I like to wait
and see how long I can hold it.
Oh.
OH.
Did I
mention, oh?
"What..."
At least that's what I try to say, but it comes out more as a croak. My
throat's really dry. I try again. "What do you want me to do?" I ask.
"A
crossword puzzle," I reply.
"Ha.
Ha," I say.
"Seriously,
Spike. Tell me what you want," I request.
He just
looks at me, and shit, the sight of him stroking his cock is too fucking
erotic. And I really want to touch myself, but I don't know if that's what he
wants. Come on, Spike. Give a guy a break. This is *not* a game Angelus and I
have played, yet.
I
just stare at him.
I'm
all for dominance, but even *I* have my limits
And I
sure as hell draw the line at telling a guy how to jack off! He used to be a
teenager! He can't tell me he never did it!
Okay I
give up. *I* need to come. So if he's not going to give me any hints, I'm just
going to take matters into my own hands.
And no
that was not meant to be a pun. Even I have my limits in bad jokes
If he
doesn't like it, well, he can just tell me that. I slip a hand into my jeans
and stroke myself, mirroring his actions.
Shit, I
will *not* last long. Not like this. It's ... intense isn't quite a strong
enough word.
That's
it, Luv.
Although,
"I can't see your delicious cock, Ducks. That makes me *very* angry."
Shit,
I need- I vamp, slice my wrist quick, and coat my cock with the blood.
Much
better!
"And
not until I say," I add.
I just
frown at him as I push my jeans off. I wonder... what would he do if I just
came anyway? I try to keep from smiling at the thought. I know he'd be pissed.
But really. What's he gonna do?
Kill me?
I've already been threatened with that tonight. And it didn't stop me from
doing all *this* with him... and I'm not going to think about how sick that
makes me.
I'm a
vampire. We're supposed to be sick.
So I
dunno what he'd do. But I'm really tempted to ignore his "demand" and
just come when I come. FUCK!
Especially
if he starts doing stuff like biting himself. And I can't help wondering how
his blood would taste... as powerful as Angelus'? Probably not. But I'm
thinking pretty damn close.
I stroke
myself harder and run my other hand up to my chest, teasing and pinching my
nipples. Shit. So close, already.
His
eyes are on my bleeding wrist as I thrust into my hand. I notice him licking
his lips and smile.
I
hold my wrist up, "Need some?"
I groan.
"You offering or just teasing?" I reply.
I
shrug. "Come, find out."
I don't
need it that bad.
Oh, who
the fuck am I kidding? If I don't at least try to get a taste, I'll always
wonder.
I get
up from the bed and walk over to him. He continues to stroke himself as he
watches me come closer. I drop to my knees between his legs. I watch the
movement of his hand on his cock for a moment.
I
meant for lube, but Angelus probably hasn't gone over that yet. That'll soon be
a lesson. Lesson number twenty, I think: the 101 OTHER uses for blood.
So, I
let go of my cock for a few seconds before taking one of his hands and placing
it where mine was, because I *am* gonna get off.
Then,
I brush my wrist against his cheek as my hand makes it's way to my mouth, all
the while keeping eye contact.
My
tongue snakes out and licks the wound, slowly, making sure to clean it
thoroughly.
But I
don't swallow it. No, I don't.
As he
strokes my cock, I take his head with my hands and pull him up to my mouth.
"Just
a taste, Luv," I say before thrusting my tongue into his open mouth.
Oh,
fuck.
I groan
as I suck on his tongue, trying to get every last drop of his blood. It's
unbelievable... so much strength and power there.
And oh,
shit.
I grab
the base of my cock to stop myself from coming.
Don't
know *why* I decided to be cooperative. I guess it's just because things are
going so well that I didn't want to piss him off.
I
pull away from his mouth and lick my blood from his cheek.
"Good
boy," I whisper.
"Good
enough to make you want to fuck me now?" I ask with a grin.
"I'm
not gonna fuck you, Ducks."
But...
but.... I do the only thing that comes to mind. I give him my pout. The one
that (at least 90 percent of the time) makes Angelus give in to me. "Why
not?" I ask. Okay, it was a whine. But it's necessary for the whole
pouting package.
Oh,
he's too fucking sexy when he pouts.
Not
like this is the first I noticed, 'cause it's not.
I'm
just sayin'...
"Not
gonna fuck you, Xander," I repeat.
I run
my finger down his chin to circle one of his nipples. "Gonna make you
scream. Gonna make you beg, and probably bark. Gonna ride you, and kiss you,
and make you quiver... but I'm not gonna *fuck* you. There'll be no word for
what we do."
Oh.
Fuck. Me.
Please.
Repeatedly.
Or
whatever the hell he wants to call it. Not like *I* care what term he uses, as
long his cock is inside me.
Oh,
shit. Mental image. I whimper and tighten my fingers around the base of my cock
as a shudder runs through my entire body.
Meanwhile,
I just stare at him like an idiot. Because, really, what could I possibly say
in response? Besides the fact that I think the speaking part of my brain has
gone into meltdown.
"Guh."
Yeah,
that would be meltdown.
Yeah,
imagine the first time I heard that from Angelus!
He
fucked my brains out after that!
He
said he loved how I'd come up with this romantic shit. He loved it when I
seduced him. (And I *did*. Occasionally, I did.) He said he could tell that I
still had the poet inside me. I don't know... but if it got me closer to bein'
fucked, I was all for it!
I
smile and say, "Is that the answer to 69 down?"
I think
out a really intelligent, very Xander-ish response.
"Guh."
Damn it
all to HELL!
"Well,"
I stand up and walk over to the bed and pick up the phone. "If you're not
gonna play, then I'll call someone who will."
"No!"
Apparently, I can still do whining. I get to my feet and walk over to him.
"Please." And my secret (okay, not so secret anymore) weapon, The
Pout.
"Why?"
I ask, trying to resist his face. "What do you want?" I ask.
"You."
Still pouting, because I can tell it's starting to work. "And I don't care
what you want to call it. As long as you're *in* me," I add. "That's
what I want. Please."
And
there you have it!
Expressed
permission to be inside him.
As
soon as the words pass through his lips, I yank him down onto the bed and am
kissing him savagely. I have to have his taste in my mouth. I HAVE to!
"Oh...
gods," I moan into his mouth. My arms slip around his waist and pull him
closer. Shit, I need him closer.
I buck
up against him and our cocks rub together. OH FUCK. "SPIKE!" I
scream, digging my fingernails into his back, as I fight to control my body's
response to the physical contact. I will not come, not now. Not when I'm so
close to getting what I've wanted for ...
Not
going to answer that question. I don't want to know how long I've wanted Spike.
I just want him. That's enough of a revelation for me to deal with for one
night.
I
growl. I never thought I would *like* hearing Harris scream my name. But I do.
If the Slayer could only see us- NO! I growl as I sink my blunt teeth into his
neck.
Not
gonna think about that! This is different! A brand new day!
It's
almost sacrilegious to do so, but I suck violently over the scar Angelus gave
him.
Sire
game me permission. He never said for what.
I
slide my hand down and grab our cocks in my fist, pressing them together, stroking
them... SHIT.
Oh. My.
God.
Seriously.
I only *thought* my brain was in meltdown earlier. Words. Have to find them.
Because he's way to fucking good at... everything. And it just won't be good if
I come before he does. I want him *not* to want to kill me. And I want him to
fuck me. Not sure what I want more but--
"Stop!"
Oh
good. There's a word. He just gives me this disbelieving look, with his raised
eyebrow. I want to lick that eyebrow... among other...
Okay,
now *I* need to stop. It's really bad when I'm distracting *myself* with my
babbling. "Stop," I repeat, putting my hand over his. "Gonna
come... if you don't..."
"Hold
it," I order.
My turn
to give *him* a look.
"You
*will* hold it, Xander. That's not a request."
I
lean down and lick his lips, "You will because that's what I want," I
trail my tongue up his cheek and over his eyes, "And you want to make me
happy, don't you?"
Then,
I bite his lower lip as I start stroking us again, together, against each
other. Fuck, it feels so good.
"Spiiiiiiiike,"
I whimper. Shit. Jerk. Big, sexy jerk, but still a jerk. "Please!"
He just
chuckles. Fuck, that's really sexy - DAMN IT XANDER, STOP THAT! Everything
about Spike is *not* sexy.
Well...
Okay, fine.
It is. All of it. Everything. God, how did I end up in this situation?
Oh
yeah, I let Angelus fuck me, once upon a time, in an airplane. Funny how one
choice can change everything. Not that I mind the 'being a vampire, living with
Angelus' thing. I *do* mind the 'wondering when Darla - or now Spike - is going
to dust me' thing. And I mind being ignored by Angelus...
But I
wouldn't mind being fucked by Spike.
And no,
I never thought that thought would come out of MY brain.
"If
you come, Xander," I growl warningly into his ear, "If you come, then
it's over."
I'll
let *him* decide what the hell *that* means.
I
start nipping my way down his throat, down his chest to his nipples, which I
bite. Hard.
His
cock jerks in my hand, mine does too. I mean, this is really bleedin' arousing.
I'm only a ma-vampire. And vampires? We like sex and fucking. And I'm gonna get
to do the fucking here.
Been
a while since I've had any, let alone a handsome tight ass. And *no* I don't
think he's handsome.
His
ass is.
There's
a difference.
"So,
what's it gonna be?" I ask him. "You gonna come? Or can you control
yourself long enough to feel what *real* pleasure is?"
"You're
evil." And he has this 'duh' look on his face and even *I* know that was a
dumb response.
"What
the hell do you want from me?!" I demand. "I was twenty-two when
Angelus turned me, just a week ago."
I don't
add that Angelus never tortures me very much when we we're together. Except for
that one time... but I think he felt guilty afterward, which is why he never
made me wait too long to come after that. But I don't mention this out loud,
because I don't know how well or not-well he and Spike used to get along. No
need to make Spike jealous of my relationship with our sire.
"I'll
try, but I can't promise anything," I say.
I
suppose that's as good as I can expect from a fledgling.
I
*do* remember my first time with Darla. Can I help that it was my first time
ever with a woman?
As
soon as I was an inch inside her, I spewed all over.
*That*
was not fun.
"Right
then."
And
since I'm feeling lazy, and *he's* supposed to please *me*, and 'cause I *am*
older- I roll over next to him.
I
hold my cock up for him. "Throat it. Make it good and perhaps I'll-"
No. Not gonna go there.
Not
yet.
"Again?"
And
there's that sexy eyebrow again. Whatever. Not like I hated it the last time.
Lucky
for Spike, Angelus really likes it when I suck him off. He's taught me well...
or so I would imagine, from the way I can make him scream. Could. Until Darla
put a stop -
I'm
getting as broody as soul-boy and that's really annoying.
I knock
Spike's hand away and take his cock all the way down my throat.
"OHFUCK!"
Shit.
Okay.
While he's swallowing around me, this little though flashes through my head.
I'm
being Darla right now, taking all my own pleasure and not giving any in return.
I really hated when she'd do that. And I pride myself on three things (or I
used to). 1) I'm a fuckin' incredible killer. 2) I'm a slayer-killer. and 3)
I'm a bloody amazing lover.
And
since I can not demonstrate the first two at the present time...
*And*
I want him to make sure he tells Angelus how good I was to him (never hurts to
have bonus points with Sire)...
I
grab his shoulders and throw him off me.
"What
the fuck?"
It
seems like a perfectly valid response. I was just getting into it.
I'm
such a fuckin' romantic.
I've
gotta work on that.
But
in the meantime...
I
grab his arms and pin him underneath me before asking, "How are you at
math?"
I
whimper when he thrusts his cock against me. And all I can manage to say is
"Huh?" Because, really, he was about to fuck me, or I was about to
suck him... so what the hell is he doing talking about *math*???
"Math,
Pet. You know? Numbers?" I ask as I crawl up his body so my cock is
resting on his lips.
"I
thought I'd introduce you, to my favorite number..." I *love* vampire
speed; it helps me spin my body around before he really knows what has
happened.
I
lick the tip of his cock, just grazing the slit with my tongue.
"GUH!"
Of
course that gives him the opportunity to thrust his cock down my throat. And --
"HOLYFUCK!" I try to scream when he starts to suck on the head of my
cock.
Okay...
it didn't exactly come out as 'Holy Fuck,' since his cock is down my throat.
And Spike chuckles at the garbled sound, sending vibrations through my cock. I
moan and grab the base of my cock to keep from coming.
See?
Not so bad.
I get
*my* rocks off and am *not* considered a bad guy.
I mean,
I'm evil, no mistaking that, but- Even the evil like a little pleasure.
I
work my throat around him as I fuck his mouth. Smooth, sure thrusts, right on
down.
There's
no *way* *he'd* be on top- I *am* older.
On my
next pass up his cock, I let him slip from my mouth and suck his knackers into
my mouth. They're heavy on my tongue as I suck them.
Oh...
oh fuck. Spike tongue. Spike teeth. Very talented Spike mouth.
BUT I
NEED TO FUCKING COME, ALREADY!
I'm
just relieved he's letting me hold off my orgasm with my hand. Otherwise it'd
be all over.
Okay,
Xan. Just think. What gets Angelus? Oh yeah. Teeth. Of course I've gotta be
careful not to make him think I'm trying to bite his dick off. Ewww. Anyway...
As he
withdraws, I let my teeth graze along his cock. I also hum for the hell of it.
Angelus likes that, too.
"FUCK!"
I scream as he falls from my mouth. Don't fuckin' care about *him* when I'm
"SHIT!"
I
continue to thrust in his mouth as I explode, shooting down his throat. Fuck!
I fall
on him when my arms give out and rest my head on his thigh.
Fuck
that was good.
Okay,
he came. But I didn't. Damn it.
But
that can't be because he didn't like what *I* did to him. I heard those
screams. So maybe he's just forgotten? Although how he could, when my cock's
all purple and right there in front of his face...
"Spike..." I whimper,
thrusting my hips upward.
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