Passions Prisoner
Spike yawned and stretched as he padded across the crypt floor over to his mini-fridge for a cup of blood. Shirtless and clad in yesterday's jeans, he ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, trying to smooth out the snatches that stuck out in ten different directions.
Wha' time is it? 2:30...bollocks, I almost slept through my favorite program! "Passions" is on in half an hour. I can't wait to see what kind of trouble Timmy and Tabitha are causing today!
The vampire wrinkled his nose in disgust as he poured cold pig's blood into a dirty, red-stained coffee mug.
Bleah! How does Angel stand this rubbish? Tonight I'll have to pawn those car stereos I pinched...that ought to get me enough cash to bribe the blood bank attendant again. He promised me there'd be a shipment of B Negative this week...primo stuff!
Spike settled into the ratty, moldy recliner that he'd rescued from the dump, and turned on his television as he waited for his soap opera to begin. Sipping the cold, congealed blood, he fantasized about what he'd rather be drinking.
That insolent brat...his blood will taste like hot, liquid fire when I turn him...his essence burning my lips as my fangs brand his throat. I've felt the heat of his blood rising from his flesh, taunting me, begging for release...
Spike felt a stirring in his groin as he recalled his steamy encounters with the caustic-tongued Slayerette. His favorite memories were of Xander's smoldering brown eyes, filled with angry tears and reluctant passion, silently pleading with Spike to fuck him. The vampire grinned as he thought about the powerful hold he had over the young man.
Oh, how the little whore hates it when I make him beg for me! That's what I love most about fucking Xander...making him admit that he craves it as much as I do. It makes my victory so much sweeter knowing that even though he despises me, he's powerless to stay away from me!
Aroused, the vampire unbuttoned his jeans so he could touch himself while he thought of Xander.
...what the hell...still got time before "Passions" starts...
Spike leaned back in the recliner and stroked his organ, pinching his nipple tightly while he fantasized.
...his hot, tight little rump...the way he trembles when I'm close to him...the intoxicating scent of fear rising from his pores...you know you want it...faster...yes, that's it...oh...
Spike closed his eyes and moaned softly, increasing the pressure on his cock, stroking faster as he lost himself in the fantasy.
"Spike."
...oh, yes, say my name, pet...tell me what you want, Xander...so real...hey, wait a minute...
"Oh, Spi-i-ike!"
"Aaargh!" Spike jumped off the recliner, struggling to cover himself when he realized he had a visitor. "Bloody hell! What the fuck are YOU doing here at this time of day!" He spun around to see the man standing in the doorway.
Xander grinned from ear to ear as he entered the crypt.
"Well, well. Whatcha doin' there, Undead Waste of Space? Punishing the bishop? Whittling the stake? Whacking the one-eyed wonder weasel? Polishing the family silver? Aww, do you and your palm still need a little quality time together there, Spikey?"
"I really hate you," muttered Spike as he scowled at the intruder and tried to hide his obvious erection.
"That's my line," replied Xander with a smirk. He stepped closer into the shadows, and Spike noticed that he was concealing something behind his back.
"Dodgy little git! What are you doing here, sneaking around the graveyard in broad daylight! Shouldn't you be at WORK?" The curious vampire tried to make out what Xander was hiding, but he kept his back to the door.
"Took a half-day. Told my boss I've got some unfinished business that I need to take care of. I guess you know all about unfinished business, dontcha oh Master of Your Own Domain, you!"
Spike's eyes lit up in anticipation.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he'd come to me!
"Tell me pet...what are *you* going to do about finishing my business?" Spike smiled lustily as he sauntered closer to the young man, cupping his groin.
"Say, isn't 'Passions' on in a few minutes?" asked Xander mischievously.
Spike stopped mid-stride, genuinely confused by the sudden change of topic. "Uh...yeah. But don't worry about that. We can still shag during the commercial breaks."
Xander grinned as he pulled a Super Soaker water rifle out from behind his back and leveled it at the vampire.
"Back away from the television. Now."
Spike laughed incredulously. "Yeah, right! Walker Texas Ranger here is gonna squirt me to death with his little toy! Oooh, I'm scared now."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," chuckled Xander as he pulled the trigger.
The vampire howled in agony as a stream of water splashed his torso and started to...burn? Spike hissed and practically fell over the recliner trying to back away from Xander, his chest smoking.
"What the bleedin' hell?" shrieked the vampire.
"Did I mention I stopped by St. Mary's on my way over to fill up on holy water? Guess I forgot to tell you about that part," explained Xander.
"You obnoxious, rotten little brat..." growled Spike as he started to lunge.
"Nuh-uh. You stay right there." Xander pointed the gun at the vampire again, a huge smile on his lips. "I'll be taking your television, and then I'll be on my merry way. Consider the loss of your TV viewing privileges punishment for that little prank you pulled with the marker last week, asshole."
No! No, anything but this! I can't miss "Passions!"
"No! You...you can't take it away! This is 'Passions' we're fucking talking about! Miguel hasn't rescued Timmy and Tabitha from the boat yet! And the results of Kay's paternity test are supposed to come in today! Please, don't do this," pleaded Spike.
"Spike, are you *begging* me to let you watch your show?" teased Xander. "Oh, I think you're going to have to do much better than that to convince me."
"I am so going to kill you for this, Harris. Mark my words..."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." Xander rolled his eyes. "One of these days you'll lose the chip, and then you're gonna turn me, taste my blood, bleah bleah bleah. Color me white with fear, Bleach Boy. But threatening me is not going to get you the TV back!"
Damn him! The show starts in ten minutes!
"Time's a wasting, Spike. Tell me what you're willing to do for 'Passions.'"
"I'll...take you in my mouth...suck your cock until you melt," replied Spike, desperate to sound seductive. He lowered his voice and caressed his own bare chest as he described what he wanted to do to Xander.
"You know you love it when I go down on you, boy. I know exactly what you like. I'll wrap my tongue around your balls, and then ever so lightly, I'll tickle the bottom of your shaft. I'll kiss the head of your cock gently, tease the slit, twist my lips, and lick you like a Xander-flavored lollipop. Pop you in and out, in and out. I'll take the whole length of your delicious cock down my throat while I probe that tight, silky little arse of yours."
"What if I want more than that, Spike?" asked Xander. "C'mon...what else will you offer me?"
...interesting...perhaps Xanny Boy wants to be Alpha Male for a change...
Spike unbuttoned his jeans, and peeled them off. He stood naked before Xander, his cock happy to be free and waving hello.
Xander lowered the water rifle slightly. "Touch yourself," he demanded.
Spike gripped himself started to pump, watching Xander closely. He stood and stared impassively while Spike fondled himself. Spike moaned softly in time with his strokes, smiling as he exaggerated the movement for Xander's benefit. He swayed his hips, jutting forward, dancing back, never once taking his eyes off of Xander while he worked his cock. Xander's face remained neutral, but Spike was sure he saw sparks in his eyes. Finally Spike came, jerking into his hand, his fluid spurting out over his fingers as he sighed.
Spike raised his fingers to his lips and tasted his seed, a sexy half-grin on his face as he watched Xander.
"Enjoy that, pet? I wish it was your cum in my mouth."
"More," demanded Xander huskily.
Spike turned and braced his arms on the cement wall. He wriggled his tight, pale buttocks as he displayed them for Xander, and he looked over his shoulder invitingly.
"Is that what you want? Do it then." Spike spread his legs apart, opening himself to Xander.
"Beg me, Spike. Tell me what you want," he ordered.
Oh, this one is very special indeed. No power on this earth will stop me from turning him, making him mine!
"Fuck me, Xander. Like all those times I took you. Hard, rough...I want to feel your cock punish me," pleaded Spike, his voice thick and raspy, his starved organ rising again in anticipation.
Spike tingled as Xander approached him...
Yes! Show me you really want me, just like I knew you would!
...and picked up the television in one hand.
"Nah! I think I'm just going to go home and watch 'Passions.' Thanks for the offer, though. I'll have to take a rain check on that. See ya!"
Dumbfounded, Spike watched as Xander walked out the door. It took a moment for him to regain his composure before he rushed to the entrance.
"Hey! HEY! Come back here, you little prick! This is the part where we have lots of loud, dirty sex! DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" Spike hissed and hid behind the wall after a patch of sunlight burned him.
"Why don't you come out here and make me, Mr. Sex God?" Xander called out from the graveyard. "It's gorgeous outside...83 degrees, and not a cloud in the sky!"
"This isn't over, Harris! I'll get you for this!" Spike screamed.
"Promise?" replied Xander, laughing as he left the scene.
Spike fumed and punched the wall so hard it cracked. When he turned and saw the empty space left vacant by his stolen television set, he screamed again and kicked his recliner over and over, imagining it was his cruel tormentor.
Continued in Power Shift
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