The Horse

Title: The Horse

Author: CJ

Pairings: William/Death (S/X)

Summary: AU. Xander is Death. William is in a war against demons.

Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual situations

Feedback: Please, please, please. Unless you don’t like it. I’m way too sensitive to criticism

Warning: Lots of language. The bad kind.

Archive: Want, take, have. Just let me know, please.

Disclaimer: They still belong to Joss, but I’m hoping to open negotiations next week.

A bloody hand gripped the sill, its fingers clenched the torn wood from the blown out window. My sword had gotten it. Good.

“Come on, demon, die!” I growled as the arm behind the hand flexed, pulling the demon from the floor where he ought to be dead. I saw him then dragging himself up, blood streaming down his face. He toppled forward, his body tumbling through the destroyed window. He made no attempt to break his fall and as his head hit the ground bones snapped.

I glanced over to where Riley lay. Even from the edge of the house I could see the hole in his chest. His camouflage jacket had already turned red with his own blood. I shuddered as I realized how close I’d come to meeting Death myself tonight.

I sank down with my back against the gutted house and looked down the grassy hill, trying to pull my thoughts together. The camp was miles behind us. Behind me, I corrected myself. Riley wasn’t going anywhere. I caught movement from the corner of my eye, at the far corner of the house. I dropped and rolled, grabbing my sword. I raised my head just enough to see, sword in hand. My gaze went directly to the corner of the house.

My eyes widened. I was looking at a damned horse studying me! I nearly broke out laughing until I realized the fucking thing was saddled. Even a guy from the city knew a saddled horse meant there was a rider. I scrunched deeper in the tall grass on my side of the house. It was a beautiful animal, white as the snow that covered the meadows in winter.

I blinked. My eyes bulged instantly. A fucking knight in shining armor stood beside the horse! Studying me. Sunlight glinted off the polished metal. I shut my eyes and gulped. Fearing what I’d see this time, I opened them again. This wanker with silky brown curls shining in the sun was in combat gear. Just him and his camouflage kit. No weapon. The fucker was halfway to me like there were no dead around us! Like it was an afternoon stroll through central park. My hand clutched the sword as I watched him. Tall and dark haired, a nice looking guy.

“William?” he called to me, using my name as he smiled, “Come to me, William.”

I blinked again. And even more fearfully opened my eyes. I saw his feet first. Then his legs with their dark hairs, followed by thick, muscled thighs and a tight stomach. I gasped. He stood naked in front of me. His empty hands were opened at his hips and I realized my appraisal of him had missed something.

I almost forgot where I was. Almost forgot that Riley was dead a few feet away. That the demon that got him was dead too. That I had a five mile hike back to base. He squatted in front of me, his legs spread, and smiled. It wasn’t that I’d never seen a guy up close and personal. I was the company’s prettiest soldier, or so the Sergeant had told me that first time he invited me back to his office. I had learned well to help out my buddies in the last three years and liked doing it well enough.

“I want you, William,” said the beauty with dark hair, and chocolate brown eyes.

I gulped. “No fucking way! I am not getting my head chopped off, not even for you!” I wished we were back in L.A., where I could do what I wanted with him.

“Then you want me too?” He smiled wistfully. His cock seemed to get harder.

“Who are you, mate?” I demanded, clinging to my senses with my fingernails. “People are dead here. We’ve got demons coming after us, and you want to fuck?”

He smiled. “You’re safe here with me. For now.”

“So you say!” I wondered briefly if he was one of the demons, out to trick me. He sounded so damned human, though, and I’d not heard one of these damned animals speak in a man’s language without mucking it up. “Who are you?”

“I have many names, William.” He smiled again and his teeth sparkled. “You’re the first to catch my eye in far too long.”

“Sweet. Come by tonight, then. We’ll see about things after I’m safe and cleaned up.”

A frown spread across his face and it was as if a cloud had hidden the sun. “That won’t be possible, William,” he muttered. I felt his sadness, it was so palpable. It was almost as if now was our only chance to get as up close and personal as I’d like us to. It suddenly became a lot colder.

“Who are you?” I demanded carefully, keeping a tight control over my voice and thoughts.

“You don’t want to know.”

“And why the hell not? You wanker, I’m thinking of letting you fuck me. I’d like that tonight, you know? Only seems right that I know the name of the man doing the honors.”

“William..”

“Seems that I’ll be finding a buddy elsewhere then.”

“You won’t.” His face was a grimace as he stood and looked down at me. “You have five hours, ten minutes, and 39 seconds.”

“To do what?” I growled, moving my sword to where I could bury it in his chest if he tried anything. It hit me then. My blood ran as cold as a mountain stream. I reminded myself that the man even rode a white horse. That, and I had never seen the fool in my life----yet he somehow knew my name. “Five hours?” I moaned. “That’s all I’ve got?”

He nodded.

“You’re…?” I couldn’t say it. My lips and tongue were formed to say the word but I couldn’t force it out my mouth was so dry.

“I’m Death, William.”

It felt as if someone had just landed a good one right on my balls. “No!” I managed to croak. I was immediately clawing hard to keep from falling into the yawning mouth that was my fear. “I don’t want to die.” I shuddered and began to slip backward into that gaping maw waiting for me. I stared at him. “I’m nineteen,” I screamed. “I’m too young to die!”

His hand touched my shoulder then. I jerked and started clawing again. “Stay away, you fucking bastard!” I yelled, rolling away from him, I stared back at him angrily. He was still fully hard as squatted there facing me.

“You’re going to get me anyway!” I growled at him. “You’re going to have me in five fucking hours and I’m not going to be able to do a thing about it because I’m going to be dead.”

He shook his head slowly. “No, William. We can’t then.”

“Why the hell not?” I growled, still venting my anger at him and feeling good doing it.

“Souls go on to the next plain. I’m but the guardian, shepherding them to the gates.”

I snorted. “You’ll be taking me the long way, I’ll bet. Just so you can get a happy before you’ve dropped me off.”

“William, there’s got to be a body for me to love. Yours will still be here.”

I shuddered again, the anger that had felt so good evaporating. My eyes blurred. Fear had me up to my arse and was swallowing hard for more. “I don’t want to die,” I cried.

The bastard just squatted there naked, rocking on the balls of his feet, and watching me. Waiting for me to die. Fucking bastard. I was scared to death and whiter than a sheet but I had learned my way around early and only had my looks and my smarts to go on. I was up to my nipples in fear and sliding deeper into it. But…

Death or no, this man wanted me. He wanted my arse and whatever else I would give him. And he couldn’t have it once I was dead. He could only fuck me while I lived. Lights went on inside my head and I pulled my fine looking arse right out of the jaws of fear.

I looked at Death again. He really did have a nice face. Good bones. High forehead. Beautiful dark brown curls I’d want to run my fingers through any other time. And a wide, hairless chest. And he did have such a lovely dick.

I smiled and began to open my shirt. Fast. “Do you fuck all the cute guys before they die?” I asked, tailoring one of my mom’s lines to the situation. She was looking for an extra buck from the customers; I wanted life from this one .

“I’ve not---” He studied me wistfully for several moments. “You’re the first in so long.”

I had my belt undone and zipper down. I pushed my combat pants over my hips and rolled back to him, my cock falling limply from the center slit of my boxers. I reached for him, between his legs. My fingers gripped his dick and formed a fist behind the head. Their tips wouldn’t touch, he was so thick. In spite of the situation I had found myself in, I had a familiar itch deep in my arse. Itching hard now. I smiled as my lips neared the dick of Death. I was going to have a good time while I was saving my arse. Nothing wrong with that.

He sat on the ground before me and spread his legs in invitation to make myself more comfortable. I crawled between them and looked up to his face as I hovered over him ready to impale my throat on his member. I smiled and stroked him slowly, pulling his foreskin over his helmet and rubbing it against his slit. “You want it, don’t you?”

He moaned softly in reply.

I bent and nipped at the tightly bunched skin barely past the head. He groaned and spread his legs wider. I pulled the skin back behind the collar of his helmet and licked thoroughly, feeling each shudder as it passed through his body. “You want me to suck it, don’t you?” he nodded, his eyes closed. “What’s in it for me, then?”

I’d let the man know I wanted a deal as he made to sit up. I opened wide and dived. As my lips moved swiftly down, my hand shot up over his stomach onto his chest. Unerringly, my fingers found his first nipple as my throat opened to accept him.

“Oh!” he moaned as he fell back to the ground. I had him swallowed whole and began to work my throat muscles on the head.

“Let yourself go, luv,” I told him, pulling off just long enough to speak. “Enjoy the ride because I’m going to eat you all up.” My mouth went down his thick shaft again and I began to bob.

I didn’t get into the suck as I usually did. I couldn’t. I had five hours to live and my brain was looking for anything to make a deal with. The one thing I had any feeling about was I wasn’t going to go easy.

His balls tightened fast as my lips rode his length. I allowed myself to wonder just how long Death had gone without a tumble in the sheets. I smiled around his thick, young tasting, hot cock, flexing my throat as I followed that thought.

A long time, eh? And he sure seemed young enough, his equipment did. Would he stay erect after I swallowed his cum? Would he want my arse then? Would he want me enough to trade? My options seemed few. It wasn’t much but it was the best I had at the moment. I’d service him regular like for a reprieve. Maybe when I was sixty-five, old and gray, he could have me. Fucking hell! I’d service the bastard every day I lived. Even twice a day were he to want. Whenever and however.

His hands grabbed the back of my head, pulling my lips into his pelvis and holding them there. His helmet pulsed far behind my tonsils as he ground his hips against my face. He blasted the back of my throat. Silently. He made no sound as he came. A river of cum sprayed into me and kept coming, hot and thick.

I looked up along his body and saw his blue eyes studying me and he was as beautiful as I ever thought him to be. He placed his hands on either side of my head, pulling me gently off his dick. He smiled. “That was good, William.”

I guessed I already ate up anything past the five hour mark and the clock was still ticking. I smiled as sweetly as I could, wiggled my arse, and asked, “You going to keep it up for us?”

He smiled back. “You want me to fuck you, do you?”

“Most any other place or time, I’d like just that---no strings. Yeah,” I answered him truthfully. “It’d be fun. But, here and now, I want a deal.”

“A deal?” There was something in his voice I didn’t recognize, and I didn’t like. It sent chills over my skin from head to toe.

“I want to live. I’m too young to die.”

“Your friend was your age.” He nodded to where Riley lay.

“Fuck that!” I growled and pulled hard on his dick, feeling it become steely hard again.

“This is me we’re talking about. I like me alive.”

“And I get to fuck you? Pound your ass good, with this?” He looked down at the cock I was holding. I nodded. “How many times for your life, William?”

I stared at him and gulped. I blinked nervously. How many times? Was he talking about a relationship here? Well, he was a handsome bloke. “My ass is yours. Whenever and however,” I told him and meant it.

“Come sit on it. That’ll be the easiest for you.”

I looked around. At the gutted house, at the sun riding the mountain tops, at poor Riley lying there, the dead demons between us, at the horse intently watching us. I shook my head. “I’m not getting on top. I want my head attached when I feel that prick of yours let loose inside.”

“How then?”

“Me lying down on my back with you between my legs. That way, one of the demons may get me in the leg, but he doesn’t bite my head off.” I lay back on the cool grass and felt stupid. “Have we got a deal?” I asked as I spread my legs in invitation and made sure my sword was close to hand.

He raised my legs to my chest, hiking my arse off the ground. I was about to be fucked by a handsome man with a cock any man would wish for. It was pretty here where we were to do it. Quiet. Even serene. If I didn’t look too closely at the burnt out house. Or think about the dead bodies. Or remember who that dick’s owner was.

“Do you want me inside?” he asked and I realized his cock was firmly situated at my entrance.

“Do we have a deal?” I gasped as he began to press himself against my tight ring.

“If you cum for me.”

I nodded, shut my eyes, and tried to force my sphincter to relax. It took every ounce of concentration to accommodate him as he began to penetrate me. I didn’t worry about shooting off, I was very turned on by this.

My hands went to his arsecheeks, grabbing them and guiding him into me. It didn’t hurt, even though I wasn’t lubed. I was just becoming fuller than I could remember being. He leant into me, pushing my knees down on my chest. But he didn’t bend over me. He knelt, pressing his monster into me, his hands on the back of my thighs, pushing them down and raising my arse up so that it met him entering me.

I moaned at his possession of me, the fullness of him within, and how complete it made me feel. I told myself it’d be no imposition at all to fuck Death several times a day. The man definitely knew how to use his equipment to make a guy feel good. I was harder than when the Sergeant Major plowed me when I’d first arrived at the base.

I took my dick in hand and began to stroke it slowly, just allowing myself the pleasure of the feel of the foreskin sliding back and forth as his strokes into my arse began to speed up. I watched his muscles flex between my spread thighs and felt myself sliding into the build up of a sexual rush.

He reached down and pulled my hand away. He smiled as he took each of my hands in his and held them above my head as he began to pound into me hard. I stayed hard and was enjoying our sex well enough, but there was just enough pain that I couldn’t fall into the growing vortex that sex had to be for me to get off. This one hovered just beyond my reach.

I began to sweat as he filled over and over. My fingers clawed at his wrists and my hips ground against his groin as he plowed into me time and again. My body sought release, the small extra push that’d give me my own orgasm as he had his. He pressed his body against mind hard, immobilizing me more.

Pain and pleasure. I was nearly there, despite being unable to stroke and grind. Just a bit more. Another minute, maybe less. I was being fucked the best I’d had in my life. He thrust hard into me again. Holding himself there, as deep as he could get. I felt his cock pulse and his cum splash hard inside me. Just one more stroke, mate, and I’m there too. Just one stroke, bastard. That’s all it’ll take.

He pushed off of me, his dick pulling quickly out of me, and stood up. “Thank you, William. I’ve needed that for so long.”

“When’s the next time?” I asked seductively as I reached for my throbbing dick.

“There won’t be one.” He turned toward the horse and took a step.

My head cleared instantly. I pushed myself to my feet and stared at his broad, firm back.

“We had a deal,” I cried.

“You didn’t cum.” He didn’t turn back to me. He took another step toward the horse and I understood he was through with me, until he came to collect me later.

“Fucking bastard!” I screamed and threw myself at him. I landed on his back, toppling him. I rode him to the ground. “Bastard!” I growled against his shoulders. “You made a damn bargain.”

I was still hard and my legs girdled his spread thighs, my knees clutching his arse. He was winded. I raised off his back and aimed my cock at his hole. I rammed into him with all the strength I had.

He screamed. He tried to roll me off as I pushed my dick into him. “No!” he shouted at me. “Get it out! Get it out of me now!”

Hell if I would! I folded my arms tight around his chest and held on tight as he pushed himself to his knees. I was nearly there. Just a bit more and I’d get off. I’d have my life. Our bargain would be sealed.

He bucked back, trying to reclaim all of me as I withdrew. “Yes!” he moaned, momentarily surrendering and loving it. “No!” he growled. “I can’t.” His body betrayed him, his arse followed my cock as I pulled back again. His hands began to work at my grip on his chest.

I wasn’t conscious of his struggling with himself. I felt him pulling at my arms, forcing them to release their hold on him. I fucked him hard, not caring how deep I penetrated. I was going to get off. I was going to cum. This was my life hanging in the balance.

He had my arms in his hands and was twisting around to face me. My length was barely inside him. I shut my eyes and thrust one more time. Hard. I smiled as my balls tightened and I began to orgasm. With all my strength my hips thrust against his cheeks, my cock plowed into him. My cum shot into him.

He fell to the grass, pulling me from inside him. He gurgled but I heard no more as I came long and hard, spilling onto his back. I shut my eyes, knelt between his legs, and milked out the last of my load onto him.

“Come!” The word was inside my head but I didn’t understand that at first. I opened my eyes and looked around for a speaker.

The white horse stood beside me. “Nice horsy,” I mumbled and stoked its foreleg.

“Come, guardian,” the voice came again and I realized it was inside my head, that there had been no word spoken. I stared at the horse.

“You’re not talking in my head, are you?” I demanded, my fear rising.

“We must hurry. Climb on my back. I will explain everything as we ride to our next pick up.”

“You’re the white horse Death rides!”

The horse nodded and I sensed laughter inside my head. I looked down at where the handsome brunette I had just screwed lay. Decaying flesh still clung to a few ribs but was disappearing fast. Bleached bone was crumbling to dust nearly as fast. I rose, trembling, and backed away from the now skeletal legs I’d been between.

“Death is dead?” I asked hesitantly, trying to understand.

“He is. You aren’t.”

I froze.

“He was a good one. He lasted longer than most. He was smart even, for a human. Come! There is no more time, William.”

I looked behind the horse and saw them then. The handsome brunette’s ghost and a long line of others behind him. Riley stood just behind the brunette, with a red-haired girl, whom I knew to be named Jericho, standing behind him. Manacled and waiting. None of them would look at me. I understood then.

“No!” I screamed.

THE END