Power Shift
"Aargh! This light is going to stay red forever!"
As Xander waited impatiently for the traffic light to change, he checked his rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of the colorful Super Soaker water rifle sitting in the back seat. Despite the warm summer evening air, he shivered as he remembered yesterday's encounter with Spike in the crypt.
Asshole. He's so damn arrogant! So sure that the only reason I was there was to...was to...to...
Xander grunted and smacked the steering wheel angrily. The light still hadn't changed.
Damn it, I don't even like to admit the words to myself! Spike was so positive that the only reason I showed up was to *fuck* him! There. I thought it. Spike and I are fucking. I've been having perverted gay sex with an evil vampire! And I hate vampires! That's pretty screwed up behavior for a happily married, supposedly heterosexual man. I'm cheating on Anya, the woman I love, with a walking corpse who I hate! What the hell am I doing? What kind of twisted sicko am I?
The young man sighed in frustration as he hunched over the wheel, rubbing his eyes. He jumped when he heard the sound of a horn blaring, and realized the light had finally turned green. The car lurched forward as he accelerated through the intersection, on his way to the Magic Box. Xander bit his lip and tapped his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel as he was plagued by thoughts of Spike.
I hate how he makes me feel...like an addict. Like I can't stop myself. The sex is so extreme, such a total head rush...I know it's wrong and totally bad for me, so why can't I say no and mean it? It took every bit of control I had not to give in to him yesterday...
Xander's car passed the Sunnydale cemetery, and he blushed as he remembered what happened after he left the vampire's home.
Well, kinda...I did last a whole whopping twenty minutes after stealing his TV before I had to stop the car and jerk off by the side of the road. I came all over his damn television set, too! God, I'm so pathetic.
He rolled up the car window as he pulled into a parking spot close to the shop. Xander walked slowly toward the store entrance, furtively searching the street and alleys for any sign that a vampire (actually, one vampire in particular) laid in wait.
I really pissed him off yesterday...sure, it was funny at the time, and he deserved it, but I know he's going to retaliate! I don't know when, or how, but that sneaky S.O.B. will try something to get back at me!
Xander honestly couldn't tell whether he hoped or dreaded that Spike would leap out of the shadows and pull him into a dark corner to ravish him. He shivered again as he remembered the vampire's cold, firm hand clamped over his mouth...his impossibly cool, hard cock nudging his buttocks...and those icy, cruel blue eyes that froze him in place and forced him to submit to Spike's every desire.
Upon hearing footsteps behind him, Xander yelped and spun around, pulling a wooden stake from his pants pocket. He let out a shaky breath when he saw an elderly woman and her poodle leave Pedro's Pet Palace. The woman, noticing the pointed stick he was wielding, looked down her nose at Xander as she quickly walked to her car parked on the street. The poodle growled at him.
"Weirdo!" she exclaimed. "Sunnydale is just filled with weirdos!" She glared at him as she got into her car with the dog and drove away.
Xander muttered to himself while he watched the car disappear down the street, shoving his stake back in his pocket. "Great. Just great! Paranoia will destroy ya, Harris!"
He kicked a discarded soda can as he shuffled towards the Magic Box entrance, still fuming about his experiences with the vampire.
Ooh, I hate him! I hate him for luring me into this disturbing little cat and mouse game with him. I miss the days when he only used words to hurt me. We used to just insult each other, but now it's so much more personal. Yeah, up close and shoved-up-my-ass personal! Even when I try to fight him, not let him touch me, I can't forget how the adrenaline rush of having sex with Spike is just as freaking intense as the pain, and I give in.
Xander paused at the shop window, and scrutinized his reflection in the glass. He frowned at the dark, slightly distorted image, not liking what he saw. Spike's teasing words from that first night in the cabin ran through his head:
"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."
Is he right? Am I some kind of submissive sex-addict? Is that why I let him pound me like a sledgehammer and continue to beg for more? I hate to admit it...it feels so hot, so exciting, even though I always end up feeling like a dirty whore. That's what I am, a crack whore, addicted to Spike-ocaine. So the question is, how do I get this big platinum-haired sex monkey off my back?
Xander shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "I'm not going to obsess about that jerk anymore, that's exactly what he wants!" He straightened his jacket, and opened the front door to the magic shop.
Anya grinned and bobbed up and down on her toes behind the front counter when she saw Xander enter the store.
"Time for a smootching break!" she squealed happily. She scooted out from behind the counter and hugged Xander.
She's so beautiful. I love her...so why can't I be faithful to her? It's not like the sex with Anya isn't fabulous - it is! Nothing lacking there, no sir. I know I told Spike that Anya wouldn't care if she found out about us, but I care. I hate being Cheater Xander. Look where that got me with Cordy and Willow! I lost both of them. This whole mess will only end badly.
"I love you, Anya. You know that, don't you? More than anything else in this world," he murmured as he held her close.
"I know, silly! But it's always good to hear you say it," she giggled after peppering his face and lips with soft kisses. "I love you, and I couldn't ask for a more perfect husband."
Xander swallowed, feeling anything but perfect.
I don't deserve her. Maybe I'll get lucky, and Spike really will turn me into a vampire. Without a soul, I won't have to feel so damned guilty all the time!
An older gentleman walked into the shop, and Anya's attention was diverted. "Look! Nice suit, expensive watch, I can practically smell his money!" she whispered excitedly. "Sorry, honey, but I must leave you now to convince this wealthy consumer to purchase some of our higher profit items!" She zoomed over to the patron and proceeded to tell him about some pricey tapestries and carvings Giles had recently acquired.
Xander leaned against the counter and watched his wife as she waited on the customer, pointing out all the big ticket items in the store. His heart heavy with guilt, he debated whether or not he should tell her what had been troubling him recently.
How would she take the news if I told her I've been boinking Bleach Boy? It's not like I've had much choice in the matter...the psycho kidnapped me and chained me to the bedposts for chrissakes! Maybe, under the circumstances, she wouldn't get too pissed. It's not an affair, exactly, it's more like...drive-by fuckings. Spike jumps out of nowhere and forces me to have sex with him, and then we both leave as fast as possible. Well, I guess coerce is a better word than force, considering I always let him get his way. Grrr! He's so damn pushy! One of these days...
"Well, well. If it isn't the Dreadful Telly Snatcher. I do believe the Watcher has a portable set stashed away in the back office, in case you'd like to deny him the pleasure of viewing 'Blackadder' reruns off BBC America."
Startled, Xander's elbow slipped off the counter, and he nearly tumbled to the floor upon hearing the smoky, cool voice of his hated nemesis. He grabbed the edge of the counter just in time to right himself as he clumsily turned around to face Spike. He accidentally knocked over the take-a-penny-leave-a-penny tray, spilling coins all over the floor. His face colored, and he tried to pretend he didn't do anything, hoping against hope that Spike wouldn't see how tense he was.
Too late.
Spike looked Xander up and down, a sly grin on his face. "Whatsa matter, pet? You seem a mite nervous tonight. Did something try to bite you? A big naughty demon, perhaps, bent on tasting your pure, innocent, helpless young boy meat? Would you like me to protect you?" He tilted his head with his finger on his chin.
"What are you doing here?" croaked Xander.
/Please, please, please don't let him embarrass me in front of Anya!/
Spike circled around Xander, who stood squirming at the counter. He spoke with an exaggerated nonchalance, his eyes never leaving Xander. "Oh, Red asked me to drop by. Seems the rug munchers need to lop off some of my hair for a spell they're itching to try. She even offered me fifty bucks for my trouble. That ought to keep me in smokes for a bit."
Xander winced at the derogatory reference to Willow and Tara. "Too bad they won't be lopping off any other parts of your anatomy," he muttered. He froze when Spike suddenly dropped down before him, inches away from his crotch. He tried to melt into the counter, away from the vampire's upturned leering face, as Spike slowly gathered the pennies around Xander's feet.
Anya, don't look over here...don't look!
Several new customers entered the store, and Anya's attention was still focused on making sales. She greeted a pair of women dressed in peasant skirts and tie-dyed shirts and flashed them the peace sign, steering them towards the incense display. Anya didn't appear to notice the vampire kneeling in front of her husband, or the mortified look on Xander's face as Spike bobbed his head suggestively as he reached for each wayward penny.
Spike rose, brushing ever so slightly against the young man pinned against the counter, as he deposited the coins back in the tray.
"I don't think you really mean that, Xanny Boy. I'd say you've grown very fond of certain parts of my anatomy. Would you like me to guess exactly which parts?" Spike chuckled.
"Stay away from me," Xander whispered angrily as he inched his way along the counter. Spike followed him closely, eyes gleaming. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Leave you alone? Not bloody likely," Spike snarled, his voice low and threatening. "Yesterday was a declaration of war. You barged into my home, and stole my personal property. Because of you, I missed 'Passions,' and yesterday was a Timmy day! Do you have any idea how much I hate missing my soap? Oh, and let's not forget that you burned me!" Spike pounded on his chest, where the holy water had struck him. "But to top it all off, you left me with the worst case of blue balls I've had in over a century!"
"I declared war on you? Nuh-uh. This is all your fault, pal. You started it!" Xander poked Spike in the chest. "You tied me up and threw me in the trunk of my car, and almost ruined my wedding!"
"Oh, who's the shithead who left me at that bleedin' cabin and made me walk five miles to the nearest freeway before I could hitch a ride?" countered Spike.
"What? Big deal! So you had to hike in the woods a little. Boo fucking hoo. Who's the freak who shoved icky cleaning rags down my throat and wrote all over my butt with a magic marker?" replied Xander indignantly.
"Who...heh heh. That was a good one. How long did it take before you could scrub my name off your arse, sweet cheeks?" laughed Spike.
Willow and Tara entered the shop just in time to see their friend punch the spiky-haired vampire in the face. Spike howled in pain, clutching his bleeding nose while the two girls rushed to his side. Anya, hearing the commotion, stopped her sales pitch and wandered over to the counter.
"Xander! What's gotten in to you?" asked Willow as she offered Spike a tissue to hold against his nose. He waved her away, letting the blood ooze down his face.
"He attacked me, he did! You all saw it! He went ballistic and hit me for no good reason. And me with this chip in my head, keeping me weak and unable to defend myself, too..." whined Spike piteously, trying to milk as much sympathy out of the girls as possible.
"That does it! Dammit, where's my stake!" Xander, weapon in hand, lunged at the vampire who cowered behind Willow with a smirk on his face. Anya and Tara barely managed to hold Xander back and pry the stake out of his grip before he could knock Spike to the floor. The remaining Magic Box customers, frightened by the loud scuffle by the cash register, filtered out of the store.
"What? They're leaving? But they haven't bought anything yet! Ooh, now look what you've done!" Anya socked Xander in the arm. "All the customers took off without leaving their money behind!"
"Please don't let him hurt me," begged Spike as he huddled behind Willow, keeping her between Xander and himself.
"Spike, cut it out. You're not fooling anyone. What did you say to get Xander all riled up, anyway?" asked Willow. She arched her eyebrow, curious as she watched for reactions from both men.
Spike grinned, looking at Xander, not saying anything as he wiped the blood from his upper lip with the side of his hand. Xander clenched his fists, eyes seething with hatred.
"He's just being Spike. It doesn't matter what he says, everything about this jerk makes me want to beat the crap out of him."
Spike pursed his lips and blew Xander a kiss. Xander dodged around Tara and Anya and flew at the vampire, knocking him against a display case filled with Tarot decks and fortune telling books. Merchandise fell all over the floor, causing Anya to gasp. She and Willow tried to pull Xander off as he straddled Spike and punched him over and over.
"Help! Help!" Spike shouted in mock terror. "He can't keep his hands off of me! Please, somebody make him stop!"
"Shut up, you big faker! I really, really hate you," muttered Xander as he socked Spike in the jaw again. The vampire's bloodied face was starting to swell up...but that wasn't the only thing that was swelling up. As Xander pinned him to the floor, he could feel Spike getting an erection, which only enraged him further. He lifted himself off the prone demon, and kicked him in the ribs.
This guy never stops! And everyone thinks I obsess over sex too much?
"Whoa, testosterone overload! You boys really need to take a chill pill," demanded Willow.
"Wall of light, stop this fight!" recited Tara as she held up her hand. A yellow wall of force materialized, separating Xander from Spike, preventing the two from touching each other.
"Honey, that was really cool!" Willow smiled at her girlfriend proudly, as Tara beamed and thanked her for the compliment.
Xander stood behind the barrier, glaring at the other man through the transparent shield. The vampire pushed himself off the ground, clutching his sore ribs. Spike's eyes flashed back at Xander, filled with the same naked lust the young man recognized from their violent, turbulent couplings.
Xander was flooded with memories of Spike pounding into him, the pain of being breached, his legs forced over the vampire's shoulders, his body rocking with each hard thrust. He could almost feel the leather manacles around his wrists, as he tugged against them, trying desperately to free his hands so he could pull Spike closer and force his cock in even deeper.
Anya stood next to him, and put her hand on his arm. He flinched, startled out of his reverie.
"Why?" she questioned. "Why did you do that? Xander, what's going on between you two?" He couldn't look her in the eye.
Anya...oh, baby, I wish I could tell you. But not like this, not here with everyone around...
"Nothing," Xander replied softly. "Nothing is going on...sorry, I just got a little carried away. I'm fine now. No more Spike bashing, I promise." He hugged Anya, and kissed her temple. She didn't push for a better explanation, but she was clearly troubled by her husband's violent outburst. "But I better clear out of here, or I could go all Mike Tyson again. Anya, I'll see you when you get home, okay?" He gave her a look that told her he wanted some time alone. "Tara, think you can you give her a ride?"
"Sure, we were planning on hanging out till the store closes anyway," she replied, as she finished straightening the Tarot decks on the display case.
"Willow, could you do me a favor?" asked Xander. She nodded, a meek smile on her face. "Cut all his hair off, okay? You know, for your spell components."
Spike snorted. "Ha, ha. Big fucking comedian..."
"No problem," answered Willow, cutting Spike off with a sharp glance. He stopped smiling. "I don't know what you're up to, Spike, but if you don't behave yourself, I promise that when I'm done with you, you'll end up looking just like that British captain on Star Trek. Or was he French? I dunno...I mean, he had a French name, but he sure sounded English to me..."
Spike rolled his eyes. "You kids are the biggest bunch of nerds I've ever met. I'll take that cash now before you get anywhere near me with a pair of scissors."
"Nerd?" blustered Willow, a little deflated. "I'm not a nerd anymore!" She turned to Tara. "Am I?"
"Of course not, sweetie. Hey! Don't you call my girlfriend a nerd!" demanded Tara, while Spike tried to wipe the rest of the blood from his face onto his sleeve. "You better watch it, buster, or it won't just be Xander's fists of fury you have to deal with!"
Nobody tried to stop Xander as he quietly left the store. Anya, confused and worried, watched him through the window as he walked towards his car.
As Xander drove home, he rubbed his sore, bruised knuckles. He turned off the radio in disgust when a Sex Pistols song started to play. The same song he'd heard when Spike drove him out to the cabin.
I can't stand it anymore! He's going to drive me crazy! I've got to stop letting him bother me. I need a plan...so I guess I'll just have to quit Spike cold turkey. Stay away from him as much as possible, ignore him when I do have to see him, and don't let him get my goat. When he sees he can't get a rise out of me...uh, I mean make me mad...he'll get bored after awhile, and then he'll leave me alone. No more kinky Spike sex, and I can get back to my normal, relatively carefree life. Gee, I wonder if the drug store has any vampire sperm patches to help me kick my Spike-fucking habit?
When he arrived back at his apartment, he heard the phone ringing as he unlocked his front door. He rushed to open the locks, and barely made it inside as the answering machine started to pick up. Anya's chipper voice piped up as he reached for the phoe.
//You have reached the home of Mr. and Mrs. Harris...//
"Hello? Hello, I'm here..."
"Who would have thought a little wuss like you could pack such a punch? A couple of those little love smacks actually hurt a little, pet."
"Fuck you! Leave me the hell alone, I'm hanging up now!" yelled Xander.
So much for my plan to not let him see me angry anymore...
"Hang up, and the demon bint gets an earful about exactly what got you all worked into a lather today." Spike was serious, so Xander reluctantly stayed on the line to listen.
"You little chicken shit...what happened to all that rot about Anya wishing for a threesome, eh? Unless you want wifey to hear about our extra-marital activities from me, you better get your sweet ass down to the Morris Street parking garage, pronto."
"Huh? The parking structure? Why?"
Spike sighed impatiently. "I'm blackmailing you, mate. I've watched lots of movies, and all the extortionists arrange meetings in covered parking garages. Who am I to break with tradition? So here's the deal. You come visit me for a shag, and Anya stays blissfully unaware about what naughty stuff you've been up to. Third floor, section A, be there in thirty minutes. If you're late, the cat's out of the bag." He laughed, and it sickened Xander how smug he sounded. So certain that he had the young man exactly where he wanted him.
"Look, you scheming, manipulative, son of a bitch..."
Spike interrupted Xander before he could work up a volley of insults. "Yeah, whatever. I know you hate me, pet. We've been through all this before, and I don't really care how you feel as long as I get to give you a juicy coring. You've got a long, hard night ahead of you, kiddo, so you might want to call work and let them know you won't be in tomorrow. And bring the goodie bag. I've got lots of plans for those lovely bracelets and toys of yours. Got it, Xanny? Time to choose: stay put, and I tell Anya all your dirty secrets; or come crawling to me and accept the punishment you deserve. I get my kicks either way, but we both know what option you'll choose."
Spike hung up before Xander could respond.
hate him hate him hate him
Xander banged the receiver down, and stalked into his room, looking for the items he needed to bring with him.
Twenty-five minutes later, Xander's car screeched into the parking garage. Seeing Spike leaning against a cement column, smoking a cigarette, he pulled himself out of the car and slammed the door.
"Okay, you got what you wanted, asshole. I'm here. Satisfied?"
The garage was dimly lit and practically desolate. Only a few other cars were parked on this level, so the two men were alone.
"I knew you wouldn't be late. Hey, where's the bag full of bondage gear and sex toys I told you to bring?" Spike looked disappointed as he flicked his cigarette across the lot and approached Xander.
"Duh! You left it back at the cabin, Evil Dead. But don't worry, I brought a new toy I think you'll really get a big kick out of."
"Sounds intriguing. You must show me later. After I've buggered you a few times, then we'll get to the part where I sodomize you with plastic bits and common household items."
Spike strode up to Xander and twisted his fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. His lips commanded Xander's mouth, tolerating no insubordination as he groped Xander's ass and pulled him against his cool, lean body. Xander nipped and sucked at Spike's tongue, and drew his hand around the vampire's waist, pressing something against the small of his back.
Xander abruptly pulled away and pushed the button on the device he was holding. Spike's eyes flew open, and his hair got a lot spikier as he groaned loudly and convulsed from the shock of the stun gun, a faint sizzling sound in the air. Spike fell to the ground, his body still twitching from the electric jolt.
"Riley got me this last year, but I never had a chance to try it out yet. I used it on the highest setting, so tell me...did it hurt?" Xander taunted as he pocketed the device.
"Urk."
"I'll take that as a yes."
Xander leaned down and hauled the stunned vampire up by his armpits, slamming him face down onto the hood of his car. Only semi-conscious, Spike's arms flopped freely against the hood. Xander patted him down, feeling himself get hard as he touched Spike's lean muscles, his luscious slim hips and buttocks. He felt a bulge in Spike's pocket, and pulled out a small tube of lubricant.
"Well isn't that handy?" he chuckled as he ripped Spikes's black jeans down, exposing his milky, pale ass.
I think I'll be using that raincheck tonight, and give this bastard a taste of his own medicine!
Xander hummed as he slathered lube into the crease of Spike's buttocks, as the disoriented vampire groaned and stirred beneath him.
He unbuckled his pants, and little Xander was poised and ready for action. He pumped himself a few times with his slick hand, his heart pounding with excitement.
I can't believe I'm doing this...I'm going to fuck him! That's right. I'm in control now, not Spike! I'll show him! No more submissive slut boy. No more letting him push me around, now it's my turn to drive!
"Spike, wakey wakey!" sang Xander. "Rise and shine!"
"Urk...hunh?" responded Spike weakly.
Xander plunged his cock into Spike, savoring the surprised gasp.
Oh god, he's so tight...unh, keep it together, make it last...so cool, scratchy...not like Anya at all. Nothing soft, nothing warm.
Xander groaned as he steadied himself, grasping Spike's hips and nudging forward again, thrusting into Spike with frenzied, unpracticed strokes. With Anya, he was a considerate lover, always attuned to her needs and comfort, careful that he never hurt her. But with Spike, he didn't care. He ground into the Spike with wild abandon, with no thought to his pleasure or pain.
So good unh fucking Spike make it hurt yeah harder
Spike groaned beneath him, clutching the hood of the car. Xander couldn't see his face, but could feel his muscles tensing, his body still seeming to course with electricity as he pounded into the tight little ass.
"You like that, Mr. Vampire Sex God? How does it feel being pummeled by a mere mortal?" Xander grabbed Spike's arm and twisted it cruelly behind his back, eliciting a pained moan. "Does it hurt? Do you like feeling helpless and poked like a corndog on a stick? Hmmm?"
"Hurts," moaned Spike. "Never...never had anyone inside me before...please..."
What?
"Don't...stop..." pleaded Spike, his voice ragged and breathy.
Xander stopped his thrusts, breathing heavily, as he leaned against his captive, his cock twitching inside of Spike, angry to lose the friction.
Oh, god...I'm raping him...no, don't think like that! This is Spike! The same Spike who fucks me like a whore, makes me feel like I'm dying inside every time he takes me. Tricks me, tempts me, makes me betray everything I believe in, everyone I love. Don't worry about what he feels, because he sure as hell doesn't care how much pain he puts me through!
He watched as Spike struggled weakly beneath him.
This isn't me.
"I...I'm sorry," sputtered Xander as he released Spike's wrist, and pulled out of him, his once eager cock now waning.
Spike twisted his head around and growled at Xander. "Dammit! I said 'don't stop,' you little twit! Fuck me harder!"
Xander smacked Spike's ass. "That's it. I'm not doing this anymore! No more of your twisted games, I'm through!" He tucked himself back into his pants, and buttoned up.
"No, I say when we're through mate, and we're far from it!" Spike launched himself at Xander, and they both tumbled to the ground. Spike struggled with the Xander's pants as the pair rolled on the asphalt.
"I said I've had enough!" yelled Xander as he kneed Spike in the groin as hard as he could. Spike shrieked in agony, and his face shifted to his yellow-eyed demonic visage.
Xander tried to pull himself away from Spike, but was trapped in the creature's strong grip, and Spike forced to the ground again. He bared his fangs, and growled as he lunged for Xander's neck.
no, no, no, don't bite me
Spike screamed, full of pain and rage, as he clutched his head and fell away from the terrified young man.
"Sodding chip! Damn you, you slutty little tease, for tormenting me like this! Get the hell out of here!"
"You...you really were going to k-kill me just now!" muttered Xander incredulously. He stood up and kicked the already bruised vampire in the shin, producing another pained yelp.
"Oh, I will kill you, Xander," threatened Spike. "Maybe not today, but I can wait. You always remember that, pet. Your life is mine to take. Not Anya's, not anyone else. Mine."
"Never," spit Xander. "Stay out of my life, Spike. You don't own me. And you will never, ever touch me again."
Spike chuckled slyly as he adjusted his pants. "We'll see about that. How'd it feel, Xanny? The power? Not asking, just taking what you want. Hurting me so you could get off? Felt wonderful, didn't it? Now multiply that feeling by one thousand, and you'll understand how it feels to be a vampire. I'll give you that power one night, boy. Just wait..."
Angry and tired of fighting, Xander pulled out the stun gun and blasted Spike again, smiling bitterly as he howled and convulsed on the ground. He brushed the dirt off his clothes, tucked in his shirt, and stepped over the semi-conscious vampire on his way to his car.
I showed him. I've proven to Spike that I can stand up to him, and not let him get his way. I've beaten him.
Xander glanced over his shoulder to see Spike struggling slowly to his knees before he finally drove out of the garage.
So why do I feel like I've lost?
Continued in Power Center
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