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Hey all, this was my first attempt at outright drrrrty smut. Let me know what you think because as always, I'm a comment whore. Also, this was written for the lovely but tragically not feeling well ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tabaqui. Hope you feel better soon, hon!
Title: Nope!
Author:chocgood84 (chocgood84 @ livejournal.com)
Pairing: Spike/Xander (BtVS)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: PWP? Smut ahoe, I mean, ahoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
“No, Spike!” Xander shouted for nth time that night. “We are not doing it in a cemetery. That’s just too, weird. It gives me a major case of the ‘ews’.” Not that Spike couldn’t chase that away but…no!
“You’re no fun, pet. S’not like we’ve found anything else to do tonight. Sunnydale’s horny and scaly population’s gone underground, apparently. Pun intended.”
Spike’s sexual frustration was doubly obvious tonight, Xander thought. Must be the full moon or something. Ever since they’d left Gile’s apartment after yet another Boring! Fest, he’d been trying to get Xander to do…things he would never admit to actually wanting to do.
Xander casually adjusted the growing knot in his khakis and continued walking, doing his best not to let Spike do that thing with his hands. Again.
“Still, Spike. I’m not saying never again; just not here and not now. What if Buffy happened to be out. She’d stake you on the spot!” Xander was not melting at the pout on Spike’s face. Nope, don’t care. Not gonna do it.
“At least then I’d be getting a little wood.” Spike muttered, keeping in stride with Xander as he fished in his duster for a smoke. “Bloody hell, I need something to suck on and I’ve left my fags back at your dungeon.”
“Okay, first, horrible joke. Secondly, so many things wrong with that last sentence I can’t even begin to process it.” The look on Spike’s face was just precious. How can he looks so innocent and so unendurably sexy at the same time?
Another shift later, and the two men fell in silence again.
God I want him, Xander thought to himself. And that so doesn’t help trying to calm down Jr. Damn vampire. Damn irresistible. And he fucking knows it to. Argh!
“Spi-“
“Shhh, pet.” Spike gestured to him to be quiet, perking his head up just a tad.
“D’you hear something?”
“Thought I did. Whatever. What were you sayin?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. I just tho-“
“Wait, what’s that?” Spike pointed at a tombstone a few yards away.
“What’s what?” Xander looked in the direction Spike was pointing to, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Thought I saw something. Should probably check it out, yeh?”
Xander shrugged, but headed over towards the tombstone in question anyway.
“I don’t see anything, Spike. What’re you talking about?”
“That right there!” Spike pointed at the ground. “You’re telling me you can’t see that?”
As Xander bent over to get a better look at whatever it was Spike was pointing at, he finally understood. But not quick enough to stop the evil undead hands that perma-glued themselves to his ass.
“Spike! I said sto-oooooooohhhh.” Xander couldn’t help it as one of the hands made its way around to the rather large…banana in Xander’s pocket. Only, something told Xander that Spike didn’t exactly want a banana split. Well, actually…
“Hmph…thought so.” Spike mumbled. Xander could feel Spike growing hard against his denim-clad ass, and he ground backwards and grinned to no one in particular at the moan he elicited.
“Fuck, Spike!” Xander half-screamed as Spike’s hand unbuttoned, unzipped and slipped into Xander’s pants in one quick move. His other hand was still doing a soft shoe on Xander’s ass. Xander outright screamed once Spike’s manhandling hand began to handle the man.
“Love to, pet” And before Xander knew it, he was draped over the completely innocent tombstone with his shirt hiked up around his armpits and his khakis and Captain Danger boxers tangled at his ankles, his bare ass exposed to any person, demon or ghost that just happened to be out for a midnight stroll.
All Xander knew for certain, was that he didn’t really care at the moment. Spike was on his knees behind him doing the sweetest (and isn’t that an odd word to describe *that*) thing with his tongue Xander had ever felt. Spike pressed in and out of him with his tongue, and with every move Xander thought that it would be just the right one to send him over the edge. He realized he was panting and drooling like…like a man getting *that* done to him by one too sexy to be dead boyfriend.
Xander squirmed a little when he felt a cool, slender finger sneak in. He resisted the urge squeeze, and instead calmed himself down. Spike helped in that as well, turning his wonderful tongue action to Xander’s balls. First one, than another, licking slowly and sweetly and sooooo gently Xander thought his head would explode.
Spike sucked first the right and then the left into his mouth as he added a second and finally third finger, gently prying Xander open only to fill him once more. Xander gave a small groan of disappointment as the fingers withdrew. He heard the zip of Spike’s leather pants and the splat as Spike spit into his hand, readying himself for Xander.
“Ready, pet?” Spike breathed into Xander’s ear. Soooo close, and it sent goosebumps and shivers up and down his entire body.
“F-f-fuck yeah!” Xander snorted.
Suddenly it was hot and cold and pain and pleasure as Spike glided into him in one swift move, one hand on Xander’s hip, the other wrapping around his pulsing cock. Spike grunted first and then continued to pant as pulled slowly soooo slowly out, and pounded back in.
Slowly out and pounding in, over and over again until Xander could feel a bruise forming on his hip from Spike’s grip. They were both panting and moaning and grunting like the Gazels Xander remembered seeing on the Discover Channel when he was a kid. Sweat was pouring off Xander’s face and he was clasped onto the tombstone so hard, he almost thought it would break.
Finally, he felt that tingling feeling, first the tickle and then the euphoria building in his balls. He could feel them tightening and his entire body began to tense up like after a long night of fighting hell gods.
“Spike! Spike, I’m gonna-“
“Me too, pet, me too! Oh gods, Xander, let go!” And with one final pump and one last thrust, he felt himself exploding all over the marble in front of him, his entire body on fire with his climax. Just as he began to come down from the high and before he could relax his body, he heard Spike howl and once more it was pain and fire and pleasure and ice and chocolate and vampires and again he felt himself exploding, or rather, more.
Spike fell onto Xander, who couldn’t hold them both up in his weakened state. Xander let go of the tombstone and collapsed to the ground, panting so hard he thought his chest might blow up. Spike pulled gently out of him, and rolled over, panting as well.
“Gods, Xander. That was…that was bloody fantastic is what that was.” Spike said, his eyes closed, his breathing finally calming to nothing.
“Yeah. That. Was. Great.” Xander managed between breaths. Xander rolled towards Spike and punched him in the arm. Hard.
“Ow! Bloody hell, what was that for!?” Spike yelped
“Because, you damn vampire. I said no!” And with that, Xander leaned closer clamped his mouth over the vampire’s.
tabaqui. Hope you feel better soon, hon!Title: Nope!
Author:
chocgood84 (chocgood84 @ livejournal.com)Pairing: Spike/Xander (BtVS)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: PWP? Smut ahoe, I mean, ahoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
“No, Spike!” Xander shouted for nth time that night. “We are not doing it in a cemetery. That’s just too, weird. It gives me a major case of the ‘ews’.” Not that Spike couldn’t chase that away but…no!
“You’re no fun, pet. S’not like we’ve found anything else to do tonight. Sunnydale’s horny and scaly population’s gone underground, apparently. Pun intended.”
Spike’s sexual frustration was doubly obvious tonight, Xander thought. Must be the full moon or something. Ever since they’d left Gile’s apartment after yet another Boring! Fest, he’d been trying to get Xander to do…things he would never admit to actually wanting to do.
Xander casually adjusted the growing knot in his khakis and continued walking, doing his best not to let Spike do that thing with his hands. Again.
“Still, Spike. I’m not saying never again; just not here and not now. What if Buffy happened to be out. She’d stake you on the spot!” Xander was not melting at the pout on Spike’s face. Nope, don’t care. Not gonna do it.
“At least then I’d be getting a little wood.” Spike muttered, keeping in stride with Xander as he fished in his duster for a smoke. “Bloody hell, I need something to suck on and I’ve left my fags back at your dungeon.”
“Okay, first, horrible joke. Secondly, so many things wrong with that last sentence I can’t even begin to process it.” The look on Spike’s face was just precious. How can he looks so innocent and so unendurably sexy at the same time?
Another shift later, and the two men fell in silence again.
God I want him, Xander thought to himself. And that so doesn’t help trying to calm down Jr. Damn vampire. Damn irresistible. And he fucking knows it to. Argh!
“Spi-“
“Shhh, pet.” Spike gestured to him to be quiet, perking his head up just a tad.
“D’you hear something?”
“Thought I did. Whatever. What were you sayin?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. I just tho-“
“Wait, what’s that?” Spike pointed at a tombstone a few yards away.
“What’s what?” Xander looked in the direction Spike was pointing to, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Thought I saw something. Should probably check it out, yeh?”
Xander shrugged, but headed over towards the tombstone in question anyway.
“I don’t see anything, Spike. What’re you talking about?”
“That right there!” Spike pointed at the ground. “You’re telling me you can’t see that?”
As Xander bent over to get a better look at whatever it was Spike was pointing at, he finally understood. But not quick enough to stop the evil undead hands that perma-glued themselves to his ass.
“Spike! I said sto-oooooooohhhh.” Xander couldn’t help it as one of the hands made its way around to the rather large…banana in Xander’s pocket. Only, something told Xander that Spike didn’t exactly want a banana split. Well, actually…
“Hmph…thought so.” Spike mumbled. Xander could feel Spike growing hard against his denim-clad ass, and he ground backwards and grinned to no one in particular at the moan he elicited.
“Fuck, Spike!” Xander half-screamed as Spike’s hand unbuttoned, unzipped and slipped into Xander’s pants in one quick move. His other hand was still doing a soft shoe on Xander’s ass. Xander outright screamed once Spike’s manhandling hand began to handle the man.
“Love to, pet” And before Xander knew it, he was draped over the completely innocent tombstone with his shirt hiked up around his armpits and his khakis and Captain Danger boxers tangled at his ankles, his bare ass exposed to any person, demon or ghost that just happened to be out for a midnight stroll.
All Xander knew for certain, was that he didn’t really care at the moment. Spike was on his knees behind him doing the sweetest (and isn’t that an odd word to describe *that*) thing with his tongue Xander had ever felt. Spike pressed in and out of him with his tongue, and with every move Xander thought that it would be just the right one to send him over the edge. He realized he was panting and drooling like…like a man getting *that* done to him by one too sexy to be dead boyfriend.
Xander squirmed a little when he felt a cool, slender finger sneak in. He resisted the urge squeeze, and instead calmed himself down. Spike helped in that as well, turning his wonderful tongue action to Xander’s balls. First one, than another, licking slowly and sweetly and sooooo gently Xander thought his head would explode.
Spike sucked first the right and then the left into his mouth as he added a second and finally third finger, gently prying Xander open only to fill him once more. Xander gave a small groan of disappointment as the fingers withdrew. He heard the zip of Spike’s leather pants and the splat as Spike spit into his hand, readying himself for Xander.
“Ready, pet?” Spike breathed into Xander’s ear. Soooo close, and it sent goosebumps and shivers up and down his entire body.
“F-f-fuck yeah!” Xander snorted.
Suddenly it was hot and cold and pain and pleasure as Spike glided into him in one swift move, one hand on Xander’s hip, the other wrapping around his pulsing cock. Spike grunted first and then continued to pant as pulled slowly soooo slowly out, and pounded back in.
Slowly out and pounding in, over and over again until Xander could feel a bruise forming on his hip from Spike’s grip. They were both panting and moaning and grunting like the Gazels Xander remembered seeing on the Discover Channel when he was a kid. Sweat was pouring off Xander’s face and he was clasped onto the tombstone so hard, he almost thought it would break.
Finally, he felt that tingling feeling, first the tickle and then the euphoria building in his balls. He could feel them tightening and his entire body began to tense up like after a long night of fighting hell gods.
“Spike! Spike, I’m gonna-“
“Me too, pet, me too! Oh gods, Xander, let go!” And with one final pump and one last thrust, he felt himself exploding all over the marble in front of him, his entire body on fire with his climax. Just as he began to come down from the high and before he could relax his body, he heard Spike howl and once more it was pain and fire and pleasure and ice and chocolate and vampires and again he felt himself exploding, or rather, more.
Spike fell onto Xander, who couldn’t hold them both up in his weakened state. Xander let go of the tombstone and collapsed to the ground, panting so hard he thought his chest might blow up. Spike pulled gently out of him, and rolled over, panting as well.
“Gods, Xander. That was…that was bloody fantastic is what that was.” Spike said, his eyes closed, his breathing finally calming to nothing.
“Yeah. That. Was. Great.” Xander managed between breaths. Xander rolled towards Spike and punched him in the arm. Hard.
“Ow! Bloody hell, what was that for!?” Spike yelped
“Because, you damn vampire. I said no!” And with that, Xander leaned closer clamped his mouth over the vampire’s.
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Duuuude!
Heee.
Cemetery lurve....it rocks.
:)
*bounce*
Thanks, bay-bee...goin' to the happy place made me forget my miserable head for a few minutes...
*banana split*
*snerk*
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The smut was great! and great ending ~snort~ funny. :oD
~hugs you~
Suki
xxx
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Thanks! Glad you liked, hon!
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"Spike was on his knees behind him doing the sweetest (and isn’t that an odd word to describe *that*) thing with his tongue Xander had ever felt. Spike pressed in and out of him with his tongue, and with every move Xander thought that it would be just the right one to send him over the edge." mmmm liked that especially!
Only one nitpick - 'soooo' got a bit boring.
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