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L2bL Update & Author's Preface
Hey everyone. I'm updating Learn to be Lonely today with Chapter 9 and a note about future updates. As some of you know, I start back to school tomorrow. It's my last year, and I'm taking a pretty heavy course load (20 hours), which means all my attention needs to be focused there. What that means in regards to L2bL or any other possible fics is that I'm not going to be able to update as frequently or regularily as I'd like. I'm not going to put this on hiatus, because I am still working on it and I don't want to abandon it, but I want you to know chapters will probably be few and far between, and to hang in there with me and I'll try and update when I can.
That said, on with the chapter!
Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 9/?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocgood84
Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks tokitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.
Previous parts can be found here.
Even with the help of Spike’s “cure-all” it took the better part of the next 24 hours for Xander to finally be able to stand up without feeling that rolling lurch in his stomach or the panic-inducing dizziness that came and went without warning. The phone had been ringing on and off all day and at Xander’s request, Spike had destroyed the evil ringing demon – quite happily, at that. Except now, Xander would have to buy a new phone. Ah well, it was better than listening to that damn thing all day.
At the moment, Spike was in the ‘living room,’ watching today’s taped Passions and cursing at someone that had apparently done something not-evil. Xander rolled his eyes at the vampire. How someone so ‘evil’ could get wrapped up in a sappy soap about a witch and a talking dummy was beyond him. Then again…I’ve personally had to deal with both of those things. Is my life a reality show? Damn it, I never should have seen the ’The Truman Show’.
Xander stepped into the bathtub, avoiding his reflection in the mirror at all costs. He so did not want to see what death warmed over looked like. Pulling the shower curtain closed, he laughed as he heard Spike growling at the TV. He turned the knob to ‘boiling’ and pressed the lever for the shower, instantly rewarded with a rain of water hot enough to melt the plastic shower curtain rings. At first his body tensed, instinctively trying to get away, but after a minute he could feel all of his pores and cells opening to the warmth, drinking deep. A chill ran up and down his spine, and he moaned softly at the sensation. His eyes closed, and he breathed deep.
The scent of coconut and lime filled the bathroom as the steam circulated through the small space, picking up the fragrance of Anya’s body wash. The smell reminded Xander of the night she’d first used it. He had come home from work - Pizza Town? Spaghetti Bucket? The Ostrich farm? – at one of his crummy jobs to find the basement shrouded in darkness, only a few candles glowing throughout the room. A note was taped to the door…
…’Bathroom,’ was all it said. He closed the door and laid the note and his keys on the table next to the door. He tossed his hat onto the bed and slipped his shoes and socks off. The basement smelled like coconut and lime and something else, something sweet yet bitter…
Xander smiled bitterly at the memory, unsure of whether he wanted to remember the whole thing. He reached to the shelf where the body wash was still sitting, uncapped. He poured some onto his hands and ran them across his chest, his skin tingling from the exfoliating beads in the soap. Another chill raced through him as he lathered his chest, scrubbing under his arms and around his neck…
…He stepped slowly towards the bathroom, feeling something soft and silky under his feet. Looking down, he found a trail of white rose petals leading towards the bathroom door, which was ajar. Flickering cascades of orange and yellow light fell through the crack. Xander’s breath hitched as he took another slow step towards the intoxicating scent and hypnotizing light. His fingers fumbled at the buttons on his shirt, but he finally got it undone and slipped it off his shoulders, leaving it on the floor. His fingers were shaking in anticipation as they tripped over the button and then the zipper of his jeans. Those, too, eventually fell in a heap to the floor. When he came to the door, he was wearing only a pair of faded boxers that had a noticeable tent in them…
Xander’s hands roamed further down his body, kneading and rubbing the silky roughness of the soap over and into his skin. He felt himself growing hard as his hands lightly passed over his cock. He ignored it for a moment, lathering his thighs and calves, coarse hands passing over smooth skin. He breathed deeply as he finally gave in, one hand finding its way to his balls, squeezing softly, playfully. He was teasing himself, massaging first one, then the other, and finally both, rolling them through his fingers and pulling gently at the so soft skin of the sac. His other hand found his cock, which was almost painfully hard, and he stroked himself once, twice, three times softly, fleetingly. He shuddered as the calluses brushed across the sensitive tip, and he almost came then. It’d been a long time since he’d had any release. He stopped for a moment, leaning against the wall, one hand holding his balls and the other still wrapped around his cock. In the other room, he could hear Spike still yelling at the TV. He waited for the tingling pre-orgasm feeling to subside a little before returning to the memory…
…He slid the underwear down, quivering as his palm brushed against the head of his cock. Xander stepped out of the boxers and took another step forward, one hand on the door, the other raking its way across his chest, thumbing one nipple and then the other…
Xander squeezed his balls tighter, almost too tight, and bit his lip so that he didn’t cry out. The hand on his cock also squeezed tighter and began to move of its own accord; stroke to the head, circling the ridge and running a fingernail along it, back to the base. The rhythm picked up after a minute, still slow but gaining speed and strength. He released his balls and slid that hand to his chest, pinching and twisting and flicking at first one nipple, then the other, until they were as hard as his cock, and almost as sensitive. His lips were welded shut in fear of making too much noise…
…He pushed the door open slowly, and nearly came right there at the sight of Anya naked in the bathtub and on her knees. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples hard as glass and red as rubies. She looked from Xander’s cock to his face and back to his cock again. With one finger she gestured for him to come to her…
Xander’s fist was pounding now, causing a quiet little smacking sound every time it slammed against the skin around the base of his cock. His other hand was pinching a nipple so hard he thought it might pop. He could feel himself building up, could feel that familiar – but so ancient – feeling boiling in his bones. His blood running hot with lust and his senses on full alert and open to every sound, smell, sensation. His entire body geared towards one thing…
…He took a nervous step toward her, then another, until he was standing right before her. She glanced up at him for a moment and, without a word, swallowed his cock whole…
Xander’s entire body quaked as the climax overtook him. His knees buckled, his back bent, and his head shot back hard enough to crack his neck. With his mouth closed he couldn’t scream, but he growled ferociously and terribly as the cum shot out of him, spraying the wall and the faucet, shooting up onto his chest, his shoulder and his chin. With no force left but with plenty of cum, his cock wept for a minute, spewing out pump after pump of thick, pearly cream. Finally, just when he thought he’d never stop cumming, he did. And with no strength to hold him up and no breath to fortify him, he slid down the wall and collapsed into the tub, one hand still cradling his semi-hard cock and one hand still cupped over his chest. He didn’t even care that he was sitting in his own cum or that he had it dripping down his chest and neck.
Xander came out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and too-tight jeans - really need to do laundry soon - a half hour later, the hot water exhausted and the bathroom smelling less “I just beat off and came all over the place” than it had been right after he had…well, beat off and came all over the place.
Spike was sitting in his chair, turned towards the TV, but he looked up at Xander with a knowing smirk. “Feel better, whelp?”
“I di-uh, I mean, wha-er…” Xander felt himself turn at least 16 different shades of red and green. He finally gave up. “You heard?”
“Not at first,” Spike admitted, looking straight into Xander’s eyes. “First I smelled, and then I heard. Must have been some session – didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Well, I mean, uh-“ he stuttered.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Xander. S’nothing to be embarrassed about. We all do it every now and then – some of use more than others, but I digress.”
“Really? I mean, yeah, of course.” Spike jacks off? Didn’t think he’d need to.
“So don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to go out and tell everyone I know,” Spike finished, turning back to face the TV.
“Um…thanks,” Xander mumbled. I really have lost my mind. Spike’s being nice to me.
“Word of advice, though, mate?” Spike offered.
“Yeah?”
“If you’re going to wear tight pants, it would be wise zip them up. Junior’s about to have a coming out party.”
That said, on with the chapter!
Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 9/?
Author:
chocgood84Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks to
kitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.
Previous parts can be found here.
Even with the help of Spike’s “cure-all” it took the better part of the next 24 hours for Xander to finally be able to stand up without feeling that rolling lurch in his stomach or the panic-inducing dizziness that came and went without warning. The phone had been ringing on and off all day and at Xander’s request, Spike had destroyed the evil ringing demon – quite happily, at that. Except now, Xander would have to buy a new phone. Ah well, it was better than listening to that damn thing all day.
At the moment, Spike was in the ‘living room,’ watching today’s taped Passions and cursing at someone that had apparently done something not-evil. Xander rolled his eyes at the vampire. How someone so ‘evil’ could get wrapped up in a sappy soap about a witch and a talking dummy was beyond him. Then again…I’ve personally had to deal with both of those things. Is my life a reality show? Damn it, I never should have seen the ’The Truman Show’.
Xander stepped into the bathtub, avoiding his reflection in the mirror at all costs. He so did not want to see what death warmed over looked like. Pulling the shower curtain closed, he laughed as he heard Spike growling at the TV. He turned the knob to ‘boiling’ and pressed the lever for the shower, instantly rewarded with a rain of water hot enough to melt the plastic shower curtain rings. At first his body tensed, instinctively trying to get away, but after a minute he could feel all of his pores and cells opening to the warmth, drinking deep. A chill ran up and down his spine, and he moaned softly at the sensation. His eyes closed, and he breathed deep.
The scent of coconut and lime filled the bathroom as the steam circulated through the small space, picking up the fragrance of Anya’s body wash. The smell reminded Xander of the night she’d first used it. He had come home from work - Pizza Town? Spaghetti Bucket? The Ostrich farm? – at one of his crummy jobs to find the basement shrouded in darkness, only a few candles glowing throughout the room. A note was taped to the door…
…’Bathroom,’ was all it said. He closed the door and laid the note and his keys on the table next to the door. He tossed his hat onto the bed and slipped his shoes and socks off. The basement smelled like coconut and lime and something else, something sweet yet bitter…
Xander smiled bitterly at the memory, unsure of whether he wanted to remember the whole thing. He reached to the shelf where the body wash was still sitting, uncapped. He poured some onto his hands and ran them across his chest, his skin tingling from the exfoliating beads in the soap. Another chill raced through him as he lathered his chest, scrubbing under his arms and around his neck…
…He stepped slowly towards the bathroom, feeling something soft and silky under his feet. Looking down, he found a trail of white rose petals leading towards the bathroom door, which was ajar. Flickering cascades of orange and yellow light fell through the crack. Xander’s breath hitched as he took another slow step towards the intoxicating scent and hypnotizing light. His fingers fumbled at the buttons on his shirt, but he finally got it undone and slipped it off his shoulders, leaving it on the floor. His fingers were shaking in anticipation as they tripped over the button and then the zipper of his jeans. Those, too, eventually fell in a heap to the floor. When he came to the door, he was wearing only a pair of faded boxers that had a noticeable tent in them…
Xander’s hands roamed further down his body, kneading and rubbing the silky roughness of the soap over and into his skin. He felt himself growing hard as his hands lightly passed over his cock. He ignored it for a moment, lathering his thighs and calves, coarse hands passing over smooth skin. He breathed deeply as he finally gave in, one hand finding its way to his balls, squeezing softly, playfully. He was teasing himself, massaging first one, then the other, and finally both, rolling them through his fingers and pulling gently at the so soft skin of the sac. His other hand found his cock, which was almost painfully hard, and he stroked himself once, twice, three times softly, fleetingly. He shuddered as the calluses brushed across the sensitive tip, and he almost came then. It’d been a long time since he’d had any release. He stopped for a moment, leaning against the wall, one hand holding his balls and the other still wrapped around his cock. In the other room, he could hear Spike still yelling at the TV. He waited for the tingling pre-orgasm feeling to subside a little before returning to the memory…
…He slid the underwear down, quivering as his palm brushed against the head of his cock. Xander stepped out of the boxers and took another step forward, one hand on the door, the other raking its way across his chest, thumbing one nipple and then the other…
Xander squeezed his balls tighter, almost too tight, and bit his lip so that he didn’t cry out. The hand on his cock also squeezed tighter and began to move of its own accord; stroke to the head, circling the ridge and running a fingernail along it, back to the base. The rhythm picked up after a minute, still slow but gaining speed and strength. He released his balls and slid that hand to his chest, pinching and twisting and flicking at first one nipple, then the other, until they were as hard as his cock, and almost as sensitive. His lips were welded shut in fear of making too much noise…
…He pushed the door open slowly, and nearly came right there at the sight of Anya naked in the bathtub and on her knees. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples hard as glass and red as rubies. She looked from Xander’s cock to his face and back to his cock again. With one finger she gestured for him to come to her…
Xander’s fist was pounding now, causing a quiet little smacking sound every time it slammed against the skin around the base of his cock. His other hand was pinching a nipple so hard he thought it might pop. He could feel himself building up, could feel that familiar – but so ancient – feeling boiling in his bones. His blood running hot with lust and his senses on full alert and open to every sound, smell, sensation. His entire body geared towards one thing…
…He took a nervous step toward her, then another, until he was standing right before her. She glanced up at him for a moment and, without a word, swallowed his cock whole…
Xander’s entire body quaked as the climax overtook him. His knees buckled, his back bent, and his head shot back hard enough to crack his neck. With his mouth closed he couldn’t scream, but he growled ferociously and terribly as the cum shot out of him, spraying the wall and the faucet, shooting up onto his chest, his shoulder and his chin. With no force left but with plenty of cum, his cock wept for a minute, spewing out pump after pump of thick, pearly cream. Finally, just when he thought he’d never stop cumming, he did. And with no strength to hold him up and no breath to fortify him, he slid down the wall and collapsed into the tub, one hand still cradling his semi-hard cock and one hand still cupped over his chest. He didn’t even care that he was sitting in his own cum or that he had it dripping down his chest and neck.
Xander came out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and too-tight jeans - really need to do laundry soon - a half hour later, the hot water exhausted and the bathroom smelling less “I just beat off and came all over the place” than it had been right after he had…well, beat off and came all over the place.
Spike was sitting in his chair, turned towards the TV, but he looked up at Xander with a knowing smirk. “Feel better, whelp?”
“I di-uh, I mean, wha-er…” Xander felt himself turn at least 16 different shades of red and green. He finally gave up. “You heard?”
“Not at first,” Spike admitted, looking straight into Xander’s eyes. “First I smelled, and then I heard. Must have been some session – didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Well, I mean, uh-“ he stuttered.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Xander. S’nothing to be embarrassed about. We all do it every now and then – some of use more than others, but I digress.”
“Really? I mean, yeah, of course.” Spike jacks off? Didn’t think he’d need to.
“So don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to go out and tell everyone I know,” Spike finished, turning back to face the TV.
“Um…thanks,” Xander mumbled. I really have lost my mind. Spike’s being nice to me.
“Word of advice, though, mate?” Spike offered.
“Yeah?”
“If you’re going to wear tight pants, it would be wise zip them up. Junior’s about to have a coming out party.”