Power Play
"Mmmrph..."
head fuzzy tongue fuzzy never drinkin' again
With his cheek pressed to the carpet, Xander sluggishly opened his eyes. After blinking several times, he finally came to the conclusion that his eyes were really open, but it was pitch black in the room. His stomach churned, and he couldn't shake the feeling that the room was moving.
...s'posed to be my bachelor party...where is ev'one?
Disoriented, he tried to sit up, and became even more confused when he couldn't get his arms to move. He rested for a moment, and tried to clear his head. His thoughts were so hazy, he had a difficult time concentrating. His face felt funny, too. Xander tried to lick his lips, and was startled to discover he couldn't because something sticky was covering his mouth. He felt the same stickiness wrapped around his wrists.
...huh? Izzat...duct tape? Wha' the hell kinda party is this?
When the room heaved and Xander bumped his head against a really low ceiling, he realized he wasn't in a room at all. He was in the trunk of a car. Bound, gagged, and trapped in the trunk of a moving car, to be precise.
"Mmmphrtft! Mmrphrmm!" Xander muttered angrily against his gag. He tried to pull his hands free from behind his back, but the tape was very secure.
Calm down. Don't panic. Focus, dammit! This is just Rodriguez and Jackson's idea of a practical joke. They did plan your bachelor party with all the guys from work, after all. I got a little too drunk, and now they're taking advantage of me by doing something lame, like tossing me naked in front of the boss's house...
Xander tried to remember how he'd gotten into this situation, and came up blank. He recalled sharing many, many pitchers of beer with his crew. He remembered how Jackson told the joke about the stewardess, the midget, and the bishop. He could picture the topless waitress with the Woody Woodpecker tattoo. He also remembered stumbling into...someone familiar...
Who was it? I...was surprised to see him...
His blood pressure shot up when the memory resurfaced.
Spike! Spike was at the bar tonight! I yelled at him when I caught him trying to steal my beer...but after that, I can't remember anything. Dammit! That evil, peroxided son of a bitch must have slipped me a micky! Oh, I'm *so* enthusiastically going to shove a piece of wood somewhere in his body...um, right after I get out of this trunk, that is!
Xander tried to shift his body slowly to avoid alerting the driver of the car that he was conscious. He stretched his long arms behind him to hook his wrists under his butt, and then he carefully folded his knees and legs up to his chest so he could scootch his wrists out over his ankles. Although the tape still bound his wrists, he could maneuver easier now with his hands in front of him. He managed to remove his gag, and he tried to feel around the trunk for something sharp to use against the remaining tape.
"Bless you, Anya, for all your kinky bondage games!" he whispered to himself.
Xander listened as he blindly probed the trunk for something to use to free himself. He could hear the Sex Pistols' cover of "I'm Not Your Stepping Stone" blaring from the stereo speakers, and he could smell cigarette smoke. All doubts that his abductor could be anyone but Spike vanished.
The sound of rocks pinging the underside of the car told Xander that they were most likely traveling on an unpaved road. He could also tell by all the twists and turns that the car wasn't moving very fast, probably no more than 30 miles per hour.
I really don't like the prospect of being alone on some deserted country road with a centuries old serial killer, so I think it's time for me to exit the vehicle now!
Xander felt along the seam of the door until he found the trunk release cable. He pulled on it, and the lid popped open. It was almost as dark outside as it was inside the enclosed trunk, and the youth became more nervous when he saw there were no streetlights or surrounding cars. The car braked moments after the lid flew open, and Xander took advantage of the opportunity by jumping out of the trunk.
He grunted as he hit the ground rolling. The car came to a stop about 30 feet away from him. Xander's heart raced as he pulled himself to his feet. He'd scraped himself up pretty good, but nothing appeared to be broken. Xander started to run.
"Help! Help! Is anyone around? Help!" Xander could hear Spike cursing behind him, so he knew he was being chased.
Could I be any less macho? I hope Spike at least got a big kick out of seeing me scream like a woman!
Xander swiftly rounded a dark corner and twisted his ankle when he stepped into a huge rut in the road.
"Shit!" Xander winced, and was forced to slow his pace. "Ow...why does the horror movie victim ALWAYS have to trip when the monster's coming after him?"
He wasn't surprised when he was finally tackled from behind. Vampires move much faster than humans, but Xander knew he had to at least try to escape. He hit the ground hard, and groaned sharply. Spike growled and grabbed his forehead.
Good! At least he still has the damn chip inside him! He can't hurt me, but I can sure as hell hurt him!
"Let go of me, you fucking freak!" Xander kicked the vampire in the shin, and swung at him with his hands clasped tightly together. He connected with Spike's jaw. Xander tried to get up, but he felt light-headed again, and he stumbled.
"Bloody Hell!" gasped Spike after the human decked him. "Oh, that's quite enough!"
The vampire grabbed Xander by the belt and yanked him to his feet. Spike bundled him up and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He gripped the struggling man's legs tightly to prevent him from kicking, but Xander continued to howl and pound on the vampire's back with his bound wrists.
"Hey! Somebody help me! I'm being kidnapped by an lame Johnny Rotten wannabe!" Xander desperately tried to squirm out of the vampire's grip.
"Go ahead and yammer all you want, there's no one around to hear you scream," chuckled Spike as he hauled his captive back to the car. "Ow! Watch the hair, you little wanker!"
"Fuck you! What do you want with me?" demanded Xander furiously. Despite his rage, he couldn't prevent a twinge of fear in his voice.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," replied Spike ominously. "You and I are going to have our very own *private* bachelor party, and I promise you it will be much more exciting than the bash your blue-collar mates arranged."
Spike shoved the resisting young man in the car, and climbed in after him. Before Xander could scramble out the passenger side door, Spike caught him in a one-armed headlock.
"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. Unless you want me to," he laughed as he held the pinned man's face to his chest. He awkwardly shifted the car into drive with his other hand, and continued down the road.
"This is MY car, you bastard..." Xander groaned.
"Oh, you are a clever one," interrupted Spike. "Score one for that bit of insight. And that stunt with the trunk, how very action hero of you! Except the whole part where you ran away like a girly man."
"Shut up! You kidnap me, steal my car...this is the furthest thing from fun I could possibly imagine, you fangless wonder! I think I'll pass on your party invitation."
"Oh, but we're already here, Xander!" Spike pulled the car in front of a small cabin and killed the ignition. "Might as well stick around and try to enjoy yourself."
He pulled Xander up by the collar and looked him straight in the eye. "Actually, you're not going anywhere until I decide to *let* you go," he drawled with a sinister glint in his eye. "And that includes your wedding tomorrow."
That's what this is about! He wants to screw up the wedding! Typical Spike. Now that he can't kill anyone, he gets his kicks by scheming and manipulating people while he basks in the chaos!
Xander responded with a vicious head butt, and both men cried out in pain.
"You Americans are so rude. Is that any way to treat your kind host?" Spike grinned and pulled him out of the car.
"Let go of me! I don't know what your sick, twisted plan is, but if you think I'm going to sit quietly by and let you ruin our wedding ceremony, you're crazier than Drusilla." Xander dug in his heels and made it as difficult as possible for Spike to drag him inside the cabin.
"Hey! I didn't insult your woman! You mind your tongue." Spike shoved his captive inside.
When Spike turned on the lights, Xander saw that it was a one room, furnished cabin. It had a small kitchenette; a couch, table, and chairs; and a full-sized bed with a wrought iron frame. He noticed that all the windows were covered with thick blankets nailed to the walls. It looked as if Spike had prepared the cabin ahead of time for sun-sensitive vampires.
Spike tugged Xander over to an empty utility closet. "In you go!" He pushed him inside, and locked it. Xander heard him shove a chair under the jamb, too.
"Open up! Damn you, Evil Dead, get me out of here!" Xander shoved against the door with all his weight, but it didn't budge. He could hear Spike retrieving something from the car, and then he heard the front door being locked. Strange rustling sounds...a zipper being unfastened...clinks of metal against metal. He heard the distinctive flick of Spike's Zippo lighter, soon followed by the wafting scent of cigarette smoke.
After fifteen minutes, Xander got tired of pounding on the door and insulting Spike, and he sank to the ground.
Anya, I promise I won't let you down, baby. I will find a way to escape!
Xander spit on the adhesive part of the duct tape binding his wrists, and tried to rip through it with his teeth to get free. Ten minutes later, he'd made a lot of progress, but right before he managed to twist himself out of his bindings, the door opened again.
"Don't touch me! Leave me alone!" Spike dragged Xander out of the closet kicking and screaming.
"In or out, boy? Make up your mind!" The vampire smirked and blew cigarette smoke in Xander's face. He ripped the remains of the duct tape from Xander's wrists, and pushed him down on the bed and leaned over him. While Xander was pinned, he clamped leather cuffs around each wrist, securing him to the bed.
I'm really not liking this situation!
As Xander glared at his captor and tugged at his restraints, Spike plopped down in one of the chairs and put his boots up on the table. He puffed on his cigarette, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Don't you make a pretty picture!"
Xander wrinkled his face in disgust and flipped off the vampire with both hands, straining against the cuffs in frustration. He still felt a little woozy, and the twisted ankle and abrasions he suffered after The Great Trunk Escape were starting to throb.
"What do you want from me? Ransom money in exchange for my freedom? Or are you just hoping to completely humiliate Anya by forcing me to stand her up at the altar? Are you having fun yet, asshole?"
"Loads of fun, and our party is just getting started!" Spike ground his cigarette out on the coffee table. "I must say, I'm really going to enjoy fucking you so hard that you have to walk bow-legged down the aisle tomorrow."
WHAT?
"Uh...ha-ha, very funny. How much money do you want?" Xander squirmed on the bed.
"What, no witty retort? Do you really think I'm joking, Harris?" Spike sauntered over to the bed. "I'm not."
No, Spike is not coming on to me, this is just some kind of drug-induced hallucination!
Xander swallowed and tried to move himself up on the bed, closer to the headboard.
"What kind of demented head game is this? You expect me to believe that you drugged me, tied me up and dragged me out to an isolated cabin in the woods so you could...oh, god, you're not kidding!"
Spike sat down on the bed, his sharp, hungry, blue eyes boring into Xander. He felt like a filet mignon waved in front of a starving man.
"Y-you still have the chip. You can't...rape me." Whether the words were meant to convince Spike or himself, he wasn't sure.
Spike crawled on the bed and hovered over Xander, their faces mere centimeters apart. When Xander tried to turn away, the vampire gripped his chin and gently forced him to meet his stare.
"Oh, I'm not going to rape you, sweet thing," Spike sneered. Xander's cheeks colored, and his heart pounded in his chest. "You'll beg me to fuck you. I'm not letting you leave this place until you admit that you want it. Anya, the minister, and all your wedding guests can sod off, because I'm not letting the groom go until he's had a decent coring."
Xander tried to kick the vampire off the bed, but Spike gripped his thighs and pressed them back down on the mattress.
"Get off of me," demanded Xander nervously. "I don't know where you got the idea that I'd ever want to do...*that*...with you, Spike. You really are nuts!"
"Am I?"
No! I mean yes! Yes, he is crazy!
Spike caressed one of the leather cuffs imprisoning Xander's arms, letting his cold fingers linger on his wrist. Xander shivered under his touch.
"Tell me, Xander. How do those cuffs feel? Comfy? Familiar? They should. They are yours, after all."
What? How could he know about...?
Spike leaned over to the far side of the bed, and pulled up a black duffel bag that the surprised captive recognized immediately.
How the hell did he find Anya's "goodie bag?" Oh, crap...
"Where did you get that? Leave that stuff alone. It's...it's private!"
"You didn't answer my question." Spike seemed to enjoy making Xander blush as he continued his interrogation.
"How do the cuffs make you feel, pet? They're exquisite. High quality craftsmanship. I notice they're adjusted for large wrists, not small. Tell me, how many times has Anya worn these lovely bracelets? Hmm? Once? Twice? I'm willing to bet never. Am I right?"
"Shut up! What my fiancée and I do in the privacy of our home is none of your FUCKING business!"
"Anything to do with fucking I take pains to make my business." Spike grinned as he sifted through the toys in Anya's duffel bag. His eyes shined when he found the item he was searching for. "Hullo. Well, well...what do we have here?"
...no, please don't let him find...
Xander groaned and closed his eyes as Spike dangled a strap-on phallus in front of his face.
"Why, Alexander Harris! You naughty boy! Who would have ever guessed that you liked to take it up the arse?"
"I really hate you." Xander imagined impaling Spike with a million sharp toothpicks, and seeing him disintegrate in a cascade of dust.
"I know. The feeling is mutual. Don't think for a moment that once I get this bleedin' chip out of my brain that I won't come thirsting for your blood, my little nummy treat." Spike grinned as he tapped Xander's cheek with the phallus. "But just 'cos we hate each other doesn't mean we haven't wanted to fuck each other since practically the first moment we met!"
"Oh, puh-leaze! Could you be any more full of yourself? Just because I...do that...with Ahn doesn't mean I want to have anything to do with you! Sorry, I may have a few hidden kinks, but boinking the undead isn't one of them!"
"Liar." Spike dropped the strap-on and placed his hand over Xander's crotch. "I've got the perfect lie-detector, too. When did you start getting hard, boy? When you realized I was the one who abducted you? When we struggled on the ground? Or was it when I chained you to the bed?"
...damn...
Xander sighed as Spike rubbed his cock slowly through his pants.
"I'm not going to beg you to have sex with me. If that's what you want, you'll be waiting around forever, so you may as well let me go now."
"Are you SURE you want me to let you go?" Spike teased as he continued to stroke Xander's cock.
...no stop don't stop...
Xander yelled and tried to buck the vampire away from him. "If you're so determined to get in my pants, why didn't you just take advantage of me when I was unconscious?"
"What makes you think I didn't?" Spike intoned mockingly. He turned away from Xander and removed his boots and socks.
"You...you didn't!"
Spike stood up and stripped off his black t-shirt.
Does he ever wear anything besides black t-shirts? Look at his chest...NO! Stop looking! No looking at Spike's lean, compact...AAARGH!
"You can't blame me for wanting to inspect the merchandise. Nice U.S.S. Enterprise boxers you got there, nerd. I'm looking forward to boldly going where no man has gone before!"
Xander's face turned scarlet. Spike crawled on top of Xander again, grinding himself against his victim's bulging crotch.
"You want it. I can feel you, Xander. Why can't you just admit it?"
Yes, I want you...damn you, I've always wanted you...that's what scares me!
Xander moaned and twisted in his restraints, his eyes burning with a combination of lust and hatred.
"I know why you want me, pet." Spike murmured in Xander's ear while he continued to grind slowly against him. "You're hoping I'll rip you apart, hoping I'll fuck you raw, hoping I'll make you scream. Face it, Harris, you're a masochist!"
hate you hate you hate you
"I am NOT a masochist. Did you see any whips in that bag? No. I'm not into pain..."
"Oh, you may not admit it to yourself, but it's true!" laughed Spike. "Masochist, submissive, bottom, whatever! It's really all about power with you, isn't it, Xander? The more aggressive and dominant your lovers, the better. That's why you screwed around with bitchy, acid-tongued Queen Cordelia, even when you couldn't stand her. It's why you lusted after that slutty, murderous Slayer, too. And who could forget Anya, the man-hating vengeance demon? What do you think Anya would do to you if you pissed her off and she got her powers back? You want all of us because deep down you're hoping, praying, that we'll hurt you. That's what you crave - someone to completely control you. You love being with someone who makes you feel completely powerless, someone who can totally humiliate and destroy you."
"Stop it!" Xander cried. "I *love* Anya, you son of a bitch! You make our relationship sound so dirty, so pathetic! It's not like that! She would never turn on me or hurt me...I trust her."
Spike traced his finger along Xander's face. "Of course you love her, you sentimental little fool. And I think the little bint loves you, too. But in your darkest fantasies, you're wondering what it would be like to suffer at her hands. But she could NEVER take you like I could, Xander. I can give you exactly what you've always desired. Why not give me a chance to prove it to you?"
I don't get you...how can you know me more intimately than I know myself, when I understand so little about you?
He put his finger to Xander's lips. "We don't have to tell anyone. It'll be our naughty little secret, and when we're through, I'll let you go."
yes do it Spike just do it
Spike kept his eyes locked on Xander's as he unbuttoned his dark blue shirt. Xander shuddered as the vampire smoothed his cool hands along his thin white t-shirt, his nipples hardening. With a growl, Spike shredded the shirt into bits, and licked Xander's nipples with his rough, cat-like tongue while his captive moaned.
"Tell me what you want, Xander."
"No!" Xander writhed below Spike as the vampire continued to lick and nibble his chest. His cock strained against his pants and the weight of Spike's body.
"Beg me to fuck you, or I'll leave you to rot in this damn cabin, you little slut!" Spike unbuckled Xander's pants and yanked them to his knees, exposing his reddened, hardening cock.
"Please...please," Xander whispered, his hands clenching the iron bed frame behind him. He hissed and arched his back as Spike enveloped his cock in his tight, cool lips.
Spike's platinum blonde head bobbed vigorously up and down Xander's shaft, his cold hands clamped on his thighs, his rough tongue tickling all the right spots. He took the entire length down his throat, his tight lips humming around Xander's cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered as Spike sucked greedily.
uh deeper uh deeper God he doesn't have to breathe unh unh Anya never that deep
Abruptly, Spike released Xander's cock.
"Wha...what?" Xander strained against the cuffs, surprised brown eyes questioning why Spike had stopped. His cock ached for the suction of the vampire's clever mouth.
"I'm waiting." Spike arched his eyebrow and smirked.
"Yes. Get it over with. Do it!" Xander panted.
"Do WHAT, exactly?" Spike asked, his face innocent.
"Oh, you evil, perverted, bloodsucking FREAK! Fuck me already!"
"Thought you'd never ask!" Spike slowly teased the tip of Xander's weeping cock with his tongue while the boy strained his hips forward.
"Take it, do it Spike, please..." he begged. Spike relented and sucked the cock in long, powerful strokes. Xander groaned as he jerked between Spike's lips, his cock exploding, filling the vampire's mouth with his seed.
Spike slowly pulled his tight, wet lips off Xander's shaft, and happily swallowed the cum with a loud gulp. Xander panted on the bed, his mind reeling.
Holy sweet mother of God, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life!
"Almost as good as blood!" Spike chuckled as he smacked his lips. He moved up and grabbed Xander by the hair, and pulled him in for a hard, demanding kiss. Xander responded hungrily, their tongues battling it out. The vampire tasted like smoke, semen, and blood, a swirling sense memory Xander would now forever associate with Spike.
...never kissed a man before...so strong...if he doesn't let me breathe soon, I'll pass out!
"My turn, pet." Xander gasped as his mouth was released, and watched as his shoes and socks were removed and tossed across the room. Spike hopped off the bed and grabbed the pants and boxers pooled around Xander's knees and pulled them all the way off.
Spike unbuttoned his tight black jeans, pushed them down and shimmied his hips until they fell to the floor. Xander admired the man's lean, wiry body, a contrast to his own softer contours. Spike's long cock stood at attention.
"Gee, Bleach Boy, I'm surprised. Looks like you really are a natural blonde!" Xander teased.
Spike reached into the black duffel back and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "I should take you dry, and see if you're still laughing once I'm done with you."
Xander's smile faded as he realized what was coming up.
I don't know if I'm ready for this...he's so large, he really will tear me apart!
"Kiss it first." Spike straddled Xander on the bed and forced his cock in his face.
Xander blushed. He'd always been curious about having sex with other men, but he'd never been this close to another man's penis before.
"No need to be shy, precious!" Spike grabbed the back of Xander's neck and nudged the head of his cock against the young man's closed mouth. Xander reluctantly opened his lips, and Spike pushed his cock against the roof of his mouth and moaned.
...salty...
Xander nervously licked the cock, running his tongue along the shaft. He whimpered when Spike pulled his head roughly onto his cock, pressing it deeper into Xander's throat. He pumped into Xander's mouth a few times as he struggled and tried not to gag. Spike withdrew his cock, and laughed while Xander coughed and tried to catch his breath.
"Asshole!" muttered Xander.
"A shame to leave such a pretty mouth, but I'm ready to pound into that tight little arse of yours now. Time for the screaming to begin!"
oh no please
Xander shut his eyes and trembled as he tried to prepare himself. Spike lifted his legs and hooked them over his shoulders, lifting the youth's pelvis off the bed. Xander could hear Spike popping the cap off the lubricant, and moaned as he felt the cool gel rubbed along the crevice of his buttocks. His cock started to rise again as Spike smoothed the lube into his anus.
"Open your eyes. I want you to see me while I fuck you. I want you to remember every moment. You've wanted this from the beginning, but you have to ask me for it. What do you want me to do, Xander?"
Spike's lean, arrogant face pressed closer to Xander, their lips almost touching, as he forced the youth's legs back, his rock hard cock nestled in his slick crevice.
"I want you, Spike. I want you to fuck me," Xander whispered, his cheeks burning with a curious mix of embarrassment and pleasure. His hands gripped the leather thongs securing him to the bed, and his whole body quivered as he looked up into the cold blue eyes of his captor.
Swiftly, without warning, Spike roughly forced his cock into Xander's entrance. The young man cried out, afraid, his breaths ragged as he tried to endure the glassy pain of being entered.
too big can't take it not like with Anya get it out get it out oh god
Spike watched with predatory glee while Xander strained beneath him, his muscles trying to eject the intruding organ, his tormented brown eyes filling with tears.
"You want it, you little whore, and you're going to get it," Spike groaned as he pressed down even harder, causing Xander to gasp. He grabbed Xander's waning cock and fisted it as he started to jut deeper, pushing through the tight, resisting muscles. Faster and faster he plunged into the youth, and Xander sobbed with every violent thrust.
...not what I thought oh it hurts it hurts make it stop why doesn't the chip stop him...
Despite the pain, Xander felt himself arriving as Spike stroked his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. His entire body rocked as Spike drove into him mercilessly. His head slammed into the bedframe as Spike fucked him, and all the bedsprings sang out like the bed could fall apart at any moment. With a load moan, Xander came again, his fluid splashing Spike's torso as the vampire continued to thrash into him.
...hurts, but good...how can pain be so good?
Skewered and helpless beneath Spike's assault, Xander bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as the vampire pounded into him. Seconds seemed to become hours as they coupled, the bed slick with their sweat and Xander's tears. Spike's lips curled up in a fierce smile as he grunted with each jab of his cock. Xander screamed and bent his knees over Spike's shoulders, rising up to pull him closer as he tugged against his restraints.
"Unh...let me go...let me go...want to touch you!" he pleaded.
"Not gonna let you go, pet. You're mine, here and now. No one will ever own you like I do, Xander. You may marry Anya tomorrow, but a part of you will belong to me forever."
He's right. No one will ever make me feel this way, no one will ever have as much power over me as this man.
Spike's thrusts grew rougher and longer, and his blue eyes glazed over until he finally came inside of Xander with a heavy groan, his demon seed filling him, cooling the fire raging inside. He sighed and slumped against his prisoner, his cock twitching inside of Xander until all his passion died out.
Spike pulled out of Xander, and moved beside him. Xander was grateful for the chance to relax his cramping thighs. The pair stretched out on the bed for a long time, Xander's panting breaths the only sound in the room.
"You're beautiful," Spike said simply, breaking the silence. He leaned across and claimed Xander's lips, his tongue seeking the coppery sweet blood from his split lip.
Xander looked away, awkward and unsure how to respond.
How can he be so cruel one moment, and so gentle the next?
Spike sat up and unfastened the leather cuffs. Xander lay quietly, rubbing his sore wrists. He looked up at Spike, and saw the desire still burning in his eyes. He reached down and pulled Xander to him, clamping his mouth tightly over his lips, not giving him any chance to resist. Owning him with his kiss.
Xander felt Spike's cock jutting against his hip as the two lost themselves in the kiss. Xander embraced Spike, his hands exploring all the sharp planes of the demon's body. He pushed against Spike, and the two fell off the bed, their bodies tangled together as they feasted on each other.
Spike pinned Xander to the floor and ravished his neck, and he could feel his erection nudging his own.
"Want to claim you, boy. As soon as this bleedin' chip is out of my head, I'm coming for you, and no one will stop me."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Shut up, Spike!" Xander kissed him again as he cupped Spike's ass.
Spike pulled back, irritated. "I will, you know. It's only a matter of time, and you'll be all mine. Don't you feel it?"
Xander laughed. "Will you listen to yourself? Is this some sort of ego thing?" He raised his voice to a mocking falsetto. "Oh, Spike, you Big Bad, you! When we made love, the earth moved, the angels sang, and I knew I wanted to be with you forever and ever!" He exploded into hysterical laughter.
Is he crazy? Me and Spike? Gay vampire lovers forever? Sure, he's a great lay, but we'd kill each other after a matter of days!
Spike growled and pushed Xander face down against the edge of the bed, gripping both of his wrists tightly.
"Oh, that's it, you obnoxious little wanker. You're in for it now," he grunted as he entered Xander from behind.
"Promise?" Xander gasped, as he rocked his hips back and forth, driving Spike's brutal cock in deeper.
Spike shoved into Xander with as much force as he could muster, relishing his lust filled cries. The strength of his thrusts pushed the bed frame across the floor, knocking a lamp over with a crash. He groped for Xander's cock and pumped it while he slapped against his ass with each jab.
Yes, oh that's better...oh yeah, right there...man, still hurts like hell but this can be damn good once you get the hang of it! Thank God those Initiative scientists didn't include fucking on the chip's "don't" list!
Xander bit into the mattress as he was pummeled from behind, and spasmed into Spike's cool fingers, a long, drawn out sigh torn from his body while all the pleasure jerked out of him. He closed his eyes, and was lost in the rhythm of Spike's pounding cock. Nothing existed except the delicious pain, and he bucked his hips against his cruel impaler with every thrust. When Spike finally spurted into Xander, the two both melted into the floor, completely spent.
"Damn." Spike shrugged his shoulders, crawled over to his jacket and pulled out a cigarette. He sprawled naked on the floor and regarded the human lying next to the bed.
"I told ya you'd beg me to fuck you."
Xander tiredly picked up one of Spike's boots and chucked it at his head, knocking the cigarette out of his lips.
"HEY! That was my last smoke, you little git!" Spike scowled at Xander as he dragged himself to his feet and limped over to his clothes scattered on the floor. He pulled on his Star Trek boxers and pants, but frowned when he saw the sorry state of his torn shirts.
"You're buying me a new shirt, Mr. Vampire Who Thinks He's a Sex God. AND you're paying for a full tank of gas," Xander demanded as he waved the remnants of his shirt in the air.
Spike snorted and rolled his eyes.
Xander sat on the bed and put on his socks and shoes. "I am SO taking ten showers as soon as I get home. I really don't want to smell like Eau de Vamp Sperm next time I see Anya. Good thing she's hanging out at her place until after we get married."
Spike wandered into the kitchenette and rinsed the semen off his chest. "Yeah, I can't wait to see the little vengeance demon. Wonder what she'll think after I tell her I screwed her fiancé on the eve of her wedding?"
Xander, busy searching Spike's clothes for his car keys, jerked his head up. "Whatever happened to this being our little secret?"
"Oh, perhaps we can work out a little deal. You let me have my way with you whenever I ask, and she never has to know..."
Xander stood up straight and stared at Spike.
"Do we have an understanding, pet?" asked the vampire as he leered at Xander. His face fell as Xander started to laugh.
"Yeah, right! Anya's been begging me to do a threesome for the past year and a half! The only thing she's going to get ticked off about is that you didn't bring her to this cabin, too!" Xander giggled as the vampire scowled. "Nice try, Evil Dead."
Hmmm...I wonder if she'll bring up the ménage a trois idea again?
Spike stalked over to his clothes and got dressed as Xander continued to scour the cabin looking for his keys.
"I'm still gonna tell her," Spike grumbled.
"You do that, Spike. Then Anya will tell Buffy, and boy, won't that score big points with her, Romeo!" Xander crossed his arms and smirked at the vampire. "So are you going to give me my keys already? You're NOT driving my car again."
"Aaargh!" Spike pulled the keys out from their hiding space and hurled them at Xander.
As they walked to the door, Xander turned to Spike. "Oops, almost forgot Anya's goodie bag. Be a dear and go fetch it, would ya? That's a good vampire!"
Spike glared at Xander and went back to pick up the duffel bag. He froze when he heard the car's ignition start.
Spike ran to the open door just in time to see Xander driving away. "You bastard! Come back here!"
"Thanks for a lovely party! Have fun walking back to Sunnydale!" he yelled out the window, laughing as he gave Spike the finger.
Maybe Spike doesn't have as much power over me as he thinks!
Continued in Power Struggle
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