Title: Undead Prostitution

Series: Vicious Strays

Author: Kiara (Kiara_Rogue@hotmail.com)

Pairing: S/X

Rating: overall NC-17, but its pretty tame most chapters. There'll be a warning before the nookie.

Summary: Necrophiliac monks with a necronomicon help our boys perform necromancy to save the world? Huh?

Disclaimer: I'm not nearly insane enough to be considered even remotely Josslike, so, not mine.

Distribution: Take it, I don' need it.

Feedback: um...yes please? I'm a sad lonely bum so I like it

A/N: Okay so I started this story a zillion years ago and ran out of inspiration and then the other day I was sitting on the bus wondering why the lady in front of me hadn't discovered deodorant yet and my muse attacked. I went home and sat typing from 6 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. when migraine induced blindness forced me to take an unpleasant break. And now I have it. Its unbetaed so all mistakes are mine, but here it is.

Thanks to everyone who's sent feedback...Especially Brynhild! She made me all glowy. And Megg and Miki and Janet! Wooo!

This takes place in a Buffy quasi mid-season four kind of place. Anya never came back after prom and so the Scoobies are all in a flirty kind of place. Buffy with Riley, Willow with Tara, and Xander with...um. guess! *snort* And yes, my version of Buffy is insane. Why do you ask?

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Willow moved carefully around the circle she'd drawn on the floor in Buffy's room using black sand and set up the candles. They'd shoved Buffy's bed into the middle of the room and put the circle around it in the interests of space. "There isn't enough open floor space in here so we'll just have to have them sit on the bed." Buffy had insisted, far too cheerfully. "Um, Buffy, you're being a spaz about this. Do you WANT Xander to get together with Spike? You do remember that Spike's a vampire without a soul and that he's a he, right?" Buffy'd shrugged and smiled at her.

"Oh c'mon, Willow. Its just smoochies in the name of world savage. And I dunno why but the thought of Spike and Xander together just doesn't give me wiggins. Besides, he's chipped and Xander's pretty comfortable with his sexuality, right? There is no bad here." Willow gave her a look that clearly telegraphed what she thought of Buffy's mental state and got to work.

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Directly below her in the living room Giles was setting up an identical circle in which the ghost would be trapped and manifested physically when the guy's sexual energy trigger the spell from above. Xander sat on the couch with a sheet of notebook paper in his hand, trying to memorize the incantation he'd have to say at the end of the spell while Spike silently perused a similar paper while leaning against the coffee table in the corner where they'd shoved the extra furniture out of the way. Xander shot another apprehensive look at the seemingly oblivious vampire and then returned to glaring at his paper. %That bastard isn't even nervous!% He fumed at the incantation in his hands and then ran through it again in his head. It was only three lines in a pretty straightforward sound-it-out kind of language that he didn't even know the name of.

"Xander, Spike, I believe we are ready." Giles reported. "Please go upstairs and get the girls and then take your positions." Xander gave Giles one last look of "save me!", which was ignored, and followed Spike upstairs in a defeated trudge. In Buffy's room the girls were just finished setting up and Buffy gestured grandly for them to take their placed.

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"Um. Why is there a bed?" Xander asked. Buffy gave him a suspiciously innocent look.

"There wasn't enough room without it in the circle." She said and pushed him into the circle. "At least this way you'll have something to hide under if something goes wrong." She chirped. He glared at her, eyes promising revenge. Spike shrugged and hopped on the bed and bounced a little as if testing out the springs. Xander whimpered and Willow patted him on the arm.

"You'll be fine, Xander." She reassured him. "I gave him an extra twenty bucks so he'd promise not to traumatize you too badly." She said with an encourage smile.

"Lets get this show on the road, Harris. I have sleep to do." Spike urged from the bed. Xander took a deep breath and climbed onto the foot of the bed, far away from Spike. The girls walked in a circle lighting all the candles, sealing them in.

"Now the circle will protect you if the ghost freaks out on you guys, so don't' worry about that." Willow instructed. "Give us about five minutes to get the candles all lit downstairs then you can, uh, start with the, uh....yeah." She babbled as she backed out of the room, ushering Buffy behind her. Xander checked his watch so he'd know when to start his panic attack.

As soon as the door closed he ventured a look at Spike. He was sprawled across the bed, arms crossed behind his head, black t-shirt riding up a bit to reveal a band of white abs. He was smirking at Xander. "Hey baby." He purred and wiggled his eyebrows. Xander couldn't take any more. He cracked up. Laughing hysterically, he flopped back across the foot of the bed.

"This is insane!" He gasped after a minute. Spike was grinning.

"I'm pretty sure this is just an elaborate plot by your perverted Slayer to see us make out." He commented. Xander snickered.

"If we catch her peeking during the ritual I'm going to set her on fire." He said and sighed. Looking at his watch he saw that he had two minutes. "How're we going to do this?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Hotly, if we're going to make enough energy to firm up the ghosty." Spike pointed out. "Have to enjoy it." Xander gave him a look. "I'm a right choice piece of arse here, mate. Shouldn't be too difficult." He said defensively. Xander snickered, making the vampire scowl. "Get over here, you git." He commanded reaching forward and snagging Xander's arm and using his unfair strength advantage to haul the unwilling boy up to face him on the bed. "How long?" He asked, pointing at Xander's watch.

He checked it, trying not to think about the vampire that was arranging him as if he were a doll. "One minute." He reported. Spike pushed him into a sitting position against the headboard, legs straight ahead of him.

"Right then. You sit there and be the randy little boy you are and let me do my job." Spike ordered. Xander smirked.

"You sound like a prostitute." Spike raised an eyebrow and swung his leg over Xander, settling down to straddle the human's lap.

"Thats what I am then, your mates are paying me to break your innocent self in, right? Red even gave me a bonus to make it extra special for you." His grin was wolfish. Xander fidgeted, trying to ignore the weight in his lap and the vampire's too close proximity.

"And you're enjoying this way too much." He said, trying to figure out where to put his hands that wouldn't be awkward. "Ten seconds." He warned. Spike grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on his hips and then ran his own hands over Xander's chest and around his neck to curl in thick brown hair. "You know, some day I'm going to make out with someone who isn't evil." He commented idly as Spike's fingers massaged the back of his head. "Time."

Spike moved closer and, staring into Xander's eyes, he started his portion of the incantation in a deep sultry voice that made Xander twitch in surprise. A second later he felt Spike start to grind down into his lap and he was instantly and unexpectedly hard. He clutched at Spike's hips, half wanting to shove him away, and half wanting to pull him closer. Well it was more like one-eighth of him wanted to push away and that fraction was getting smaller the deeper the vampires voice purred.

Spike reached the end of his memorized lines and hesitated for a moment, staring at Xander a thoughtful look on his face. Before Xander could really process it Spike's lips crashed roughly into his. After a second's rough contact Xander gave a mental shrug and let go of the final bit of him that was still rational. He relaxed into the kiss and Spike took the hint. The vampire's lips softened a bit but didn't become any less demanding. Xander let his mouth fall open and shivered at the tongue that was pressed inside his mouth.

Spike made a happy rumbling sound in his throat and, keeping one hand in Xander's hair, he wrapped his other arm around the boys broad shoulder and pulled their chests together. Xander finished the gesture by using his grip to drag their hips together. Spike rewarded the brunet with a suck on his tongue and wrapped both arms around his neck. When he felt the boy's hands start to wander up his back beneath his shirt, he bucked against him, making them both moan.

He groaned, feeling the pressure start to build in the base of his spine. Just as he felt himself nearing the edge, Spike backed off his mouth. He whimpered rather unmanfully but Spike held back. "Chant!" He ordered roughly, still grinding into him. Xander stared at the panting vampire in confusion for a moment before remembering the spell. Spike settled forward against him, licking and sucking at his jaw and throat while Xander mindlessly completed the incantation.

Nothing seemed to happen for a second, but then he felt an electric hand grab him around the balls and then he was screaming in unison with Spike as they convulsed. Every ounce of energy they built up reaching climax was torn from them and channeled down through the circle into the matching one below.