Trickery
by CJ
"Xander?" Spike entered the
apartment without knocking. He didn't
really see a need to, his
invitation was apparently still good, so he still
considered it half his place
too. Looking around, the vampire was
surprised to find that Xander
wasn't home. It was the middle of the night,
after all. "Hey, Whelp.
You home?"
When Xander still failed
to answer, Spike assumed that the boy was out
somewhere and decided to
sit and wait for him. He needed blood and, in
order to get it, he needed
money; but instead of waiting for Spike to
come around, that damnable
Watcher had given his 'allowance' to Xander.
So here he was, the Big
Bad, sitting around waiting for the Slayer's
pet human to come home and
bring him his money.
Flinging himself onto the
sofa, Spike began flipping through channels
on the television. It didn't
keep him entertained for very long though,
owing to the fact that Xander
had apparently decided to get rid of his
cable. This was bad. With
nothing to do, boredom would settle in fairly
quickly. So Spike got off
the sofa and went looking for something to
do. He checked out the kitchen,
but since he didn't live there anymore,
Xander had no reason to
keep blood on hand.
Slamming the refrigerator
door, Spike spun around and left the kitchen.
The apartment wasn't really
that big, so all that was left was the
bathroom and the bedroom.
Deciding that knowing what kind of shampoo Xander
used wouldn't really offer
much in the way of something to do, Spike
headed for the bedroom.
When he entered the room,
he almost believed he'd walked out of
Xander's apartment and into
someone else's. First, it was bigger than he
remembered, a lot bigger,
the rest of the apartment could fit in this room
easily. Second was the fact
that no one should ever own a bed that size
if they didn't have someone
to share it with; in Spike's mind it was
just abnormal.
He crossed over to the bed,
taking in the feel of the black satin
sheets, and looked around.
It appeared as if the boy had set up some kind of
love nest for himself. There
were mirrors in every corner of the room,
positioned so that you could
see yourself in them from the bed. Across
from the bed sat one of
the biggest televisions Spike had ever seen in
his life. He crossed over
to it and looked it over with a feeling
almost like awe. It was
when he looked at the back of it, studying the
hookups, that he noticed
the small cable running up the wall and along the
ceiling to the window. Following
it, Spike leaned out the window and
finally knew why the boy
didn't have cable anymore.
Hanging from the ledge of
the fire escape was one of those brand new,
state of the art satellite
dishes. Spike admitted he was shocked. He
never thought the boy had
it in him. After the way they lived when Spike
was staying there, the vampire
believed the boy liked living in
semi-squalor. But this...
This was like something Spike expected the witch to
have.
Deciding not to waste a good
thing, Spike threw himself on the bed and
reached for the remote that
lay on the nightstand. He pressed the
button to turn on the television,
and got his next shock. If he could never
have pictured Xander living
in a place as nice as this, then he'd have
had to die again to believe
the boy had it in him to do anything
illegal. But the proof was
right there in front of him. Xander had one of
those little cards that
unlocked all the channels and made it possible to
get even the pay-per-views
for free.
Well, well, well. Maybe
I was a good influence on the boy after all.
Feeling a surge of satisfaction
with himself, Spike started flipping
through channels. Or tried
to. He pushed the button again and again, but
the channel stayed the same.
Giving up, he tried to turn the television
off, but again, it wasn't
working. It took a few minutes, but finally
Spike decided this wasn't
the fates wanting him to watch CNN, and
started looking around for
a likely place to find new batteries. When his
search brought him to the
drawer of the nightstand, he pulled it open and
stopped, staring at what
he found.
Seems there are more changes
in the boy than I thought.
Spike reached inside and
pulled out the book. He read the title a few
more times before he really
let himself believe that he'd found what he
had. But there it was, in
big, bold letters: 'Going Down: A Guide to
Better Oral Sex'. Spike
knew what the book was, of course. He had a copy
of it himself, not that
he needed lessons; he'd pinched his copy for
the pictures. But, still...
Why would Xander have it?
Just as Spike began to open
it, he heard a noise from the front of the
apartment. Spike looked
toward the bedroom door with an _expression of
guilt on his face that almost
everyone who knew him would have sworn
him incapable of wearing.
He had just enough time to compose himself
before the door was pushed
open.
For whatever reason, the
fact that the television was on didn't seem to
catch Xander's attention,
so Spike was treated to quite a view as
Xander began stripping as
soon as he'd shut the bedroom door. He'd just
slipped out of his surprisingly
brief bikini briefs, leaving him completely
naked, when he turned toward
the bed and started to climb onto it. It
was then that he noticed
his 'guest'.
"Spike!!" The terrified squeak
in his voice was enough to break through
the fog around Spike's brain
and cause the vampire to leer at him.
"You've been very naughty,
Xander."
Xander started backing away,
but Spike reached out and snared his
wrist. "Wh-what are you
doing here, Spike?"
Spike scented the air and
smirked at Xander. "I came by to get the
money the Watcher gave you
for me. But I think I may get a little more."
Puffing himself up, Xander
shot Spike an annoyed glance before quickly
looking back down. "And
what do you mean by that? Let go of my arm and
I'll get you your money.
But that's all you're getting. I don't have
anything else."
Spike released Xander's wrist,
letting his fingers trail lightly down
the tanned arm before looking
back up at Xander's face. "Is that right?
From the looks of your reading
material, it looks like you're looking
for lessons. Maybe I could
help you."
Xander raised his eyes to
meet the vampire's. And immediately started
laughing. "Y-you think I
need to learn how to give blow jobs? Really
Spike, that's funny."
Starting to get pissed, Spike
sat up on the bed and glared at the boy.
"And what's so damned funny,
Whelp? You've got the book right here. I'd
think a live demonstration
would be better."
Xander's laughter trailed
off in the face of a pissed off Spike.
Pulling away to put some
distance between himself and the angered vampire, he
pasted on one of his goofy
grins. "Spike, I haven't needed that book in
a while now. As a matter
of fact, I'd forgotten it was still there.
Come on, Spike, I saw you
sniffing earlier, you know exactly what I've
been doing tonight. Do you
really think I still need lessons?"
Spike stopped for a moment
to consider what Xander was saying. "I know
what it could mean you were
doing, Xander. But you could have gotten
the scent of all those people
on you from hanging out at the Bronze. Why
don't you tell me what you've
been doing tonight?"
Xander felt a flush spreading
over his cheeks, but he fought it off.
That'd been his curse for
a while now, he could do just about anything he
wanted, but when he had
to talk about it, he got embarrassed. "Well,
let's see...Tonight, I've
given 5 blow jobs and been fucked twice. Is
that what you wanted to
hear? Or did you want to know how much I liked it?
How I'd still be there now
if I weren't so tired I can barely stand?"
Spike couldn't do anything
but stare at Xander, his gaze vacant as he
pictured the boy spread
wide for a crowd of men. But Xander wasn't
finished yet.
"See, Spike. I sort of have
this addiction. I found that I really like
sex, a lot. I've also found
that I'm good at it. I always thought
construction was what I
was good at, but that's just a hobby compared to
this." Slowly, Xander made
his way around the bed to stand next to Spike,
his naked chest rubbing
against the vampire's back. "I like it just
about anyway I can get it,
but it didn't take long to figure out that I
liked what men did for me
best of all. I love lying down and having
someone take me. Would you
like that, Spike? Do you want to take me? I can
feel it, you know, your
arousal. It pours off you in waves."
Reaching around, Xander turned
Spike until they were facing each other.
With a subtle tilt of his
head, he caught the vampire's eyes and
watched as he fought to
control himself. "You can have it. You can have me.
All you have to do is pay."
Spike looked deep into Xander's
eyes, his decision already made. The
money the Watcher gave him
was supposed to be for blood, and he did need
it, but he'd gladly give
every cent to have this boy be his even for
one night. "How much?"
Xander smiled shyly, a look
that was completely believable on him even
with everything he'd just
said to Spike. "Usually, it's $250.00 an
hour. But for you, I can
make a deal. I won't charge you a cent. All I want
you to do is ask. I'll do
anything you want all night, but you have to
ask me to do it."
Spike's eyes flashed a bit,
but once again, he fought and won control
over himself. He set his
face and cupped Xander's chin in his hand. "And
what if I say that you'll
do everything I tell you or I'll run back and
tell all your little chums
what you do for a living?"
Xander let out a small laugh
and shook his head. "Then I'd send you
home with a hard cock, blue
balls, and a story to tell. They're my
friends, Spike, but they
don't own me. In fact, they know everything except
for the part where I charge,
but it wouldn't be too big of a deal if you
told them. The only person
I answer to, is me."
"So you don't care if they
find out you're a high priced whore?" Spike
quirked an eyebrow, watching
for Xander's reaction. Before he knew it,
he found himself standing
outside of the bedroom, watching as Xander
glared at him.
"I may charge people for
fucking me, Spike. But I am no one's whore.
Bye." Xander turned and
walked back over to the bed, not watching to see
if Spike left or not.
Spike turned and headed back
toward the front of the apartment. He'd
just opened the door, when
a thought occurred to him. He slammed the door
and all but flew back down
the hall. Stopping just outside the bedroom,
Spike watched as Xander
lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Xander, I--uh, I'm sorry,
okay. Sometimes my mouth opens before my brain can
catch it. I didn't mean
what I said."
A sarcastic laugh came from
the figure on the bed. "But what are you
more sorry about, Spike?
The fact that you said it, or that you won't get
to use your dick tonight?"
Reaching up to rub a finger
along the side of his nose, Spike
sheepishly answered, "Both?"
Xander turned onto his side,
facing Spike. "Okay then, you can stay.
And you might as well take
your clothes off. I don't like being the only
naked one in the room."
Xander lay back against his
pillows and watched as Spike all but tore
the clothes off his body.
It was nothing he hadn't seen before, of
course. He'd long ago hooked
up cameras in his apartment to catch shots of
the vampire naked. In fact,
he still had the tapes and, occasionally, he
still brought them out when
he wanted to jerk off while watching Spike
doing the same thing. The
only thing that surprised him was the actual
size of Spike. From watching
the tapes, he'd expected the vampire to be
big, but damn... that was
big.
Spike finished undressing
just in time to catch the look that crossed
Xander's face. He followed
the boy's eyes to find he was staring at
Spike's cock. Well, maybe
the boy hasn't been around as much as he thinks
he has. "What's the matter,
Xander? You look like you've seen a
ghost."
Xander swallowed a few times
and forced himself to meet Spike's eyes.
"N-nothing's wrong. I was
just thinking. So, tell me, Spike, what do you
want to do? First, that
is."
Spike growled low in his
chest and sprang onto the bed. "First, I'd
like to lay you on your
back and bury my cock inside you and hear you
scream my name."
Nearly losing control of
his breathing, Xander gulped and felt another
flush spreading over his
entire body. "W-we, um.. we can do that."
Xander's words cut off in
a gasp as he felt Spike's tongue lapping
roughly across his shoulder.
"Like that, Xan?"
"Oh God, yes." Finger's threading
themselves into Spike's short,
bleached hair, Xander pulled
the vampire's head closer. "God, Spike. I never
knew my shoulder could be
an erogenous zone."
Spike pulled back and smirked
at the brunette. "Then there are some
lessons you can be taught,
huh?"
Nodding, Xander pushed himself
up on his elbow and fastened his lips
onto Spike's. After a short,
hard kiss, he pulled back and stared into
the vampire's eyes. "I thought
you wanted to fuck me?"
Eyes flashing, Spike leaned
down until his mouth was just barely
brushing across Xander's
ear. "Don't want romance, Xan?"
Xander pressed into Spike's
lips for a moment before shaking his head.
"We can do romance later,
just fuck me."
Spike pressed a quick kiss
to Xander's lips before pulling away. "Your
wish is my command." Then
he turned and slid off the bed, making his
way back over to his duster.
Digging through the pockets, he came up with
a nearly empty tube of lube
and tossed it onto the bed before crawling
up to lie between Xander's
legs.
"You keep lube in your coat?"
Xander couldn't quite stop the question
from coming out. Blushing
slightly, he shook his head and berated
himself for asking.
Spike looked up from where
his face was nearly buried in the space
between Xander's thighs
and smiled. "Well, when you have nothing but your
hand, you have to have the
supplies with you wherever you are."
The vampire didn't wait for
Xander to respond. With no warning, he
opened his mouth and sucked
in Xander's balls at the same time as he thrust
two lubed fingers into the
brunet's spasming hole. Xander's raspy groan
caused Spike to chuckle
around his mouthful, which in turned changed
Xander's groans into one
low scream.
Spike inserted a third finger
as he got on his knees and crawled up
Xander's body. When he was
in position, Spike pulled his finger's out and
quickly placed the head
of his cock just outside the opening. "You're
still tight, Xander. All
this time, and you're still tight enough for it
to hurt just a little bit."
"Yes." Xander opened his
eyes and looked up at Spike.
Spike read the desire in
Xander's eyes and an unneeded breath caught in
his throat. Leaning down,
Spike trailed his tongue up Xander's face
from his chin to just between
his eyes. "You like that, don't you? You
want it to hurt a little?"
Grabbing handfuls of Spike's
hair, Xander looked into his eyes and all
but begged, "Make it burn,
Spike. I want to remember this."
Chuckling low in his throat,
Spike pulled back. "Oh, you'll remember."
Then he thrust forward,
burying himself all the way to the hilt inside
Xander's too hot ass.
Xander's eyes slammed shut
and his mouth snapped open in a soundless
scream as his first orgasm
ripped through him. When Spike fell onto
Xander's body and buried
his face in the brunet's shoulder, Xander latched
onto him, wrapping arms
and legs around the vampire, and lost himself in
the rhythm of thrust and
scream that they built between them.
Spike pulled back out of
Xander's arms, grabbed an ankle in each hand,
and spread the brunet's
legs wide. Slowing his thrusts, he fought to
control himself enough to
make this last. Leaning into the human beneath
him, Spike used his whole
body to slowly press into Xander, searching
out that spot. He could
feel it, just beyond his reach, until he changed
his angle and began running
the head of his cock back and forth over
it.
He could feel Xander's body
clenching around, hear the human's screams
of pleasure, and began speeding
up his thrusts again. Knowing he wasn't
going to last long, Spike
moved his hands down Xander's legs to grasp
at the human's hips.
Pulling the human into his
thrusts, Spike looked down at Xander. "Look
at me, Xander. Open your
eyes."
Xander fought to force his
eyes open, gasping as he stared up at Spike.
"Spike..."
"Xander, scream for me. I
need to hear you." At Xander's touch on his
face, Spike vamped out and
put his vampiric strength behind the force of
his thrusts, pounding against
the human's prostate.
Xander's eyes rolled back
into his head, and he screamed as waves of
pleasure coursed through
his body. At first, Spike could hear nothing but
a long, loud burst of gibberish,
but eventually began to make out his
name sprinkled in with other
words he wasn't sure he knew the meaning
of.
Coming closer and closer
to the edge, Spike started losing the rhythm
of his thrusts and threw
his back his head, letting himself fall into
the sensation.
As Spike spilled his seed
inside Xander and let loose an inhuman roar,
Xander had lost count of
the number of orgasms he'd had. He could feel
his own semen coating both
their stomachs when Spike rolled off him,
curling them both up on
their sides.
Xander slowly caught his
breath, gasping in large amounts of oxygen.
"Wow."
Spike laughed lightly. "Don't
worry, next time will be better."
Xander looked at him with
wide eyes. "It gets better?"
Spike cast a questioning
look at Xander. "What do you mean? With all
that experience, you trying
to tell me that's the best you've had?
Please, I may be great,
but even I'm not that good."
Xander lowered his eyes,
blushing. "Um, actually...I have a confession
to make. Th-that was kinda
the first time."
"What?!" Spike shot up out
of the bed. "What about all those other men?
You told me you'd already
been fucked twice tonight, not to mention
getting paid for your services
over the last couple of years."
With fear in his eyes, Xander
climbed up on his knees. "Wait, please? I
kinda wanted you to believe
that. I knew that if you knew I had never
been with another guy, you
wouldn't even look twice at me. I mean, look
at tonight. You never even
thought about sleeping with me until you
thought I was a whore."
Spike was suddenly in Xander's
face. "First of all, you have no way of
knowing what I've thought
about. Second, what about the scent of all
those men you had all over
you? Or the fact that I was able to get inside
you with almost no pain?"
"Okay, so I don't know what
you thought, but if you did think of me,
you never gave any indication.
You could have just said something. But,
tonight I decided I didn't
want to wait for you anymore. I've wanted you
for almost 2 years. So I
paid a few men to cum on me, and I wore a butt
plug almost all night. It's
in the bathroom sink if you don't believe
me."
Spike slowly lowered himself
to sit on the side of the bed. "So you
went out and got men to
wank all over you, stretched yourself out with a
toy, all for what? To convince
me you were selling yourself to people?"
Xander knelt down before
Spike, looking up into the vampire's eyes.
"Well, yeah. I figured if
you thought I'd had sex before, you wouldn't
mind having sex with me,
too. I was actually hoping it was more than sex."
Spike gently took Xander's
face in his hands and placed a kiss on his
forehead. "You should have
told me it was your first time. I would have
been gentle, I wouldn't
have just plunged in and rutted until I came."
Xander's eyes glazed over
at the imagery Spike's words invoked. After a
few short breaths, he smiled
up at Spike. "But that's what I wanted.
Remember, I said we could
have romance next time. I believe I was the one
that said to just fuck me."
Pulling the brunet into his
lap, Spike smiled and pressed his face into
Xander's neck. "So, you
do want there to be a next time?"
Xander laughed. "Oh yeah,
I want there to be lots of next times."
"Good, then go get a shower
and get the smell of all those men off you.
From now on, you only wear
my scent." Standing, Spike swatted Xander on
the ass and gently bit his
shoulder.
With a yelp, Xander jumped
away from Spike and mock-bowed to him. "Yes,
Master."
Snarling, Spike used his
vampiric speed to his advantage and just
appeared behind Xander.
He wrapped the brunet in his arms and whispered
seductively in his ear,
"Not yet, that comes later."
The End
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