Mile High Club

Version : Spike-Xander

-Part Four-

 

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 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!

 

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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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