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Despite his vampiric reflexes, Spike hadn’t expected the fist connecting with his jaw. He stumbled, more from shock than from force and braced himself against the wall of the magic box. Another blow to his stomach.
“Get up! Get up!” Xander was roaring at Spike, rage trembling through his body, lowering his inhibitions making him hit harder.
“Xander!” Anya got in between them. There was a flurry of insults and accusations, voices pitching high in hurt. Standing up straight, Spike recovered from the sudden blows.
“You left me Xander, at the altar,” Anya shot back at him, indignant.
“So what you go out and bang the first body you can find?” Xander asked in disgust.
“It was good enough for Buffy,” Spike spoke for the first time, a smug smile across his face.
“Shut up and leave her out of-“Realisation hit Xander, he looked to Buffy who avoided his gaze. If looks could stake, Spike would be dead about now.
The confusion allowed Spike to slip away, avoiding more of the scoobies theatrics. He felt like a fool, like a child who refused to learn that fire is hot and it will burn. His jaw stung, his veins felt like they were trying to worm their way out of his skin and Anya had left him hard up and frustrated after backing out of their wordless agreement to use each other for comfort.
A guttural, primal sound erupted from Spike and he drove his fist into the nearest surface. Powdery, red brick coated his hand.
“Spike! I’m not finished with you Spike.”
Xander had followed him. The gaggle of idiots seemed determined to drive him to the brink and test the very limits of the chip implanted firmly in his head.
“Bugger off Harris.” That’s all Spike could really do, fling barbs and get pissy. Any real action would bring him to his knees, convulsing in pain.
“I am so sick of your crap Spike.” Xander’s voice was wavering, his face shiny with tears reflected from the pale-yellow light in the alley. “You think you can keep meddling in our lives? Toying with us just because you’re all neutered?”
Xander was on him fast, faster than Spike had seen the boy move before and he was brandishing a stake. He swung and Spike caught his wrist. The sharp, wooden weapon was pressed firmly against his chest. Xander had almost dusted him, and may still as he struggled furiously bringing himself closer and closer to jamming the wood through Spike’s heart.
He was panicking. He had never expected any of the scoobies to follow through on their threats of offing him. Using both arms, he gripped Xander’s wrist, twisting so he would drop the wooden weapon and spun him. Pinning him face first against the rough stone walls of the alley. He braced himself for the piercing jolt in his brain but it never came.
Perfect.
Xander was struggling against Spike’s grip, thrashing kicking and swearing. Listing out every insult he could think of, wriggling biting spitting. He was bigger than Spike but vampire strength won out and eventually Xander stood slack against his grip, panting.
“Are you quite finished?” Spike asked.
“Let go of me.” Xander's voice was uneven.
“I don’t think so Harris, you almost staked me. Left me to be picked up by the street sweepers?”
“You deserve it,” he spat back. “Can’t believe either of them let you touch them. You’re disgusting.”
“Is that some jealousy I’m sensing?” Spike moved in closer, pressing his chest up against Xander’s back. “Did you wish it was you getting pumped on the table at the magic box?” His voice a salacious mix of mockery and seduction.
The boy was panicking, his already elevated heart rate continued to raise creating a glorious thrumming that only Spike could hear. He denied it, of course, Xander would never want to be touched up by a vampire much less Spike.
"You're sick Spike," Xander protested weakly.
“Oh, don’t be so coy now pet, you have me right where you’ve always wanted me.” Spike used one free hand to grab a handful of Xander’s ass, meaty and surprisingly firm.
“You don’t know wha-“Spike cut him off, he had heard enough of the boy’s incessant babbling to last a lifetime.
“Living a couple hundred years teaches you a thing or two about humans, why they do the things they do, what makes them tick.” He continued to grope Xander. “How to get them to follow you down a dark, lonely alley in the middle of the night, like horny little happy meals with legs.”
All of his rage, his righteous fury at the woman he supposedly loved and the man who she had cheated with churned inside and turned to panic, shame, embarrassment. Xander was no longer fighting against the vampire’s grip. He went slack, his forehead pressed against the grimy walls. The sharp, icy thrill that ran through his heart and up his neck felt so intense that he could barely even feel Spike’s hands on him.
“Come on then, when did you realize? Was it the librarian? Did you fantasize about him taking you into the stacks and making you call him daddy?” Spike was taunting him, pressing up against him harder his crotch mashed up against Xander’s ass. “Or maybe it was Angel? Did you wish he was stealing away into your bedroom at night? Did you wish you had given him the happy that made him lose his soul?”
The tears that rolled down his face were no longer from anger but now instead ones of shame and disgust at himself and at Spike. He pressed his head harder against the rock, bearing this, hoping that it would end. Spike ran a cool hand under his shirt and groped his chest. He continued to taunt Xander, whispering filth into his ear, licking and suckling at the lobe.
“Did you think about soldier boy too? Wanted to see just how well he put all that military training to use?” Spike’s hand moved away from Xander’s chest and down towards his crotch. The boy tensed as he felt the cool hand grip his stiff cock through his trousers. He wanted to vomit. He hated himself for being hard, he hated Spike for being right. With a quick skilled movement, Xander was spun to face the vampire. There was a brief moment of eye contact before he looked away in shame, face burning with humiliation.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” Spike used his free hand, turning Xander’s head forcefully to face him. The boy looked delicious, blood pumping hot, eyes swollen with sparkly tears. Weak, ready to be molded by vampiric hands.
Xander met his gaze once more, his eyes a mixture of defiance and pleading. Spike couldn’t read his mind but he didn’t need to, he could feel the lust radiating from Xander in waves.
“Please Spike,” his voice barely above a whisper.
Spike brought his lips to Xander’s, his cold lips warming against flushed skin. It was messy, wet and desperate. Years of longing, repression pressed up against the vampire in a way that felt more satisfying than draining any victim of their life. He loosened his grip, knowing that the boy wouldn’t run from him. Spike guessed he wouldn’t be able to pry him off, vampire strength and all. Xander’s hands immediately set to work. Rough hands earned from his last few years working construction. He moved greedily, almost panicked as they moved from his bleached curls to his waist, up under his shirt and then down to his ass.
With practiced hands, Spike swiftly unfastened Xander’s belt, opened his trousers and gripped his cock. Gasping into the kiss, he bumped his head on the brick wall trying to get away from the vampire’s mouth and catch his breath. This was only encouragement for him, he wanted the human drained in every way Spike could drain him with a chip in his brain. He wanted Xander begging and desperate and exhausted.
Xander’s hands pressed warm against Spike’s cool chest, his skin tingling under the heat. They separated, the human gasping with heavy eyes.
“On your knees,” Spike commanded. Without protest, Xander sank to the ground. Knees pressing into the wet concrete. His hands were shaking as he undid the silver buckle, metal clinging as he fumbled. Oh, Spike was enjoying this. The boy had been so superior and demeaning, acting like he was so much better than Spike. And now here he was on his knees, desperate to suck his dick.
He hissed when Xander gripped his cock. Groaned when he tentatively put the head in his mouth. The head rested on Xander’s tongue has he began stroking, licking, kissing, tasting. Hands gripped the back of Spike’s thighs when he began to suck in earnest, testing his limits with an eagerness that reminded Spike of the fledgling vampires draining their first victim.
“Where did you learn to do that, you naughty boy,” Spike purred, looking down. Xander tilted his head up and to the side, cheeks hollowed and their eyes met. The vampire moaned as Xander slid the cock further down his throat, taking the entire thing without breaking eye contact. Who knew the boy’s mouth had a use other than spouting remarks of varying humor.
“Get some practice? What was it? A banana? An ice lolly?” Spike chuckled to himself, imaging a horny and confused Xander fellating various objects out of sheer desperation. Xander hummed around his member, the rumble of pleasure caused him to grip the boy’s head. His fingers wove through the warm wet locks gripping firmly as he removed his cock in fear that he’d cum before he had finished playing with his new toy.
A trail of saliva stretched from the head of Spike’s cock and lead to Xander’s mouth, who looked up at him expectantly. Awaiting orders.
“I like you so much better like this,” Spike smiled down at him, admiring the view. Xander’s face and hair were a mess, slicked wet and puffy all over. His shirt open, leaving a line of skin connecting down to his cock. He hadn’t even touched himself while he was sucking, enjoying himself too much to focus on his own please. The vampire raised his boot and rubbed the toe against Xander’s cock. He whined in response. Spike continued the movement, pressing the entire sole against the boy’s cock and balls. Xander rutted against it, feeling grateful for any form of friction.
He was pathetic. He knew this. As Xander continued to grind against the boot, he couldn’t help but think of how low he was in this moment. But Spike had managed to break through his defenses.
Defenses that other people didn’t even know Xander had raised. After everything, Buffy dying and being brought back, the disaster of a wedding and then finding out that Buffy and Anya had gotten off with Spike. He was already teetering on the edge but then Spike had pushed him, sank his fangs into raw nerves that Xander rarely even touched.
So, he gave in. He had fucked so many things up that this would just be another one to add to the list. This would be his rock bottom. On his knees in a grimy alley blowing a vampire. He would allow himself this one time, to get it out of his system. To explore and then compartmentalize those feelings so he could bury them again. And he would focus on what he was meant to be doing, finding a wife and having 2.5 children with a picket fence. But for now, he was at Spike’s mercy.
“Please,” Xander begged.
“On your feet and turn around,” Spike didn’t have to wait long before the human was on his feet, braced against the bricks. He ripped the other man’s trousers and underwear down unceremoniously. Admiring the round, pale buttocks peppered with black hair. Spike couldn’t resist giving them a few slaps, watching them jiggle and turn red. Xander moaned, arching his back.
With his cock resting against the cleft of Xander’s ass, he held two fingers at the boy’s mouth. Xander took them without question, sucking as diligently as he did the vampire’s cock.
“I assume you’ve done this before too, have you pet?” Spike asked, gently rubbing his slick fingers over Xander’s hole. He had the boy moaning, rocking against his digits, while his other hand pulled and kneaded at his ass cheeks. Xander let out a long groan as the first finger slipped inside.
“Oh, you have done this before,” Spike sounded smug, and a little bit impressed. The boy was tight but he managed to take Spike’s fingers without much resistance. “Did you let the demon bint slip one in every now and then? Or was this more of a private affair?” The questions were met with a gasp as Xander threw his head back, nearly headbutting the vampire. Spike grinned to himself, and raked his fingers over the same spot again.
“Come on pet, who were you thinking about when you played with your hole?” He worked his fingers harder, rougher stretching Xander’s pink hole.
“Ah, fuck- You… God,” Xander gasped, causing Spike’s bleached brows to raise in surprise. Unsure if the boy was being truthful or saying that just to appease the vampire, he grinned. In the pocket of his leather duster was a bottle of lube. Xander winced when Spike removed his digits, panting. Then he scoffed when he heard the click of a cap and the squelch of lube.
“For just such occasions.” He said as he slicked his cock and applied a generous amount of the gel on Xander’s hole.
He rubbed the head against Xander’s entrance, making him groan in anticipation. He pushed in slowly, agonizingly slow, and held the boy in place so he wouldn’t push back against him.
With his cock fully sheath inside, Spike leaned against Xander’s broad back. Taking time to enjoy the boy’s warm, wet inside warming his cock. Fucking his fellow undead was always an enjoyable experience, they could take much more punishment than the average human. But nothing compared to the pulsating heat of a willing person.
Spike drew his cock out slowly, admiring the way Xander gripped him. Even the black hairs that circled his hole seemed to be clinging onto his length. He rammed back into the boy harshly, earning him a strangled croak. The pace he kept was slow, steady. Enjoying the mewls Xander made when his dick was fully sheathed in him. Trailing hands lightly up the boy’s shirt, Spike found his nipples. He began rolling and pinch the nubs, flicking them.
Picking up the pace, his pounding began making a wet slapping that echoed down the alley only interrupted the boy beneath him babbling in pleasure. Xander was pushing back to match Spike’s him, his arsecheeks turning red at the repeated slamming.
When Spike had adjusted his position slightly, he could tell that he had found what he had been looking for. It only took a few more pumps before Xander shot his load.
“Oh, you are a dirty little pervert,” Spike mocked, impressed that Xander managed to come just from being fucked. Pulling his cock from the boy’s hole, he spun him around. He could tell Xander was exhausted and spent but he wasn’t finished, Spike hadn’t come yet. Using his inhuman strength, Spike lifted Xander from the ground. Pressing the boy’s back against the wall and hoisting his legs up onto his leather clad shoulders.
Spike plunged his cock back into the boy, setting a steady pace. Dragging the full length of his member out before slamming it back inside. Xander’s neglected dick began to grow again. The vampire began suckling and kissing the boy’s neck. However pliable he may be at the moment, he imagined drinking from the human would cause the chip in his brain to cripple him with pain. But feeling the boy’s elevated pulse, the thin straws of blood running through him with his lips was the closest he could get.
“Of fuck, Spike… Do it,” Xander panted. There was a familiar sound and crunch, Spike tentatively pressed his fangs into the warm flesh. Hot, coppery blood filled his mouth for the first time in months. He slammed into Xander a few more times before coming inside the boy. Still holding him, cock still inside the boy, as he drank from his neck. Spike knew better than to completely drain him, he was sure the chip would prevent him going too far and he didn’t want this memory tarnished.
Xander’s head bobbed lazily when Spike pulled away. He was completely passed out, exhausted in every sense of the word. A small sense of regret crept up the vampire’s spine as he observed the unconscious human. Perhaps it was knowing he couldn’t undo what they had just done together, given the boy another burden to bear.
With far more care than the boy had ever shown him, Spike dressed him. Pulling his trousers up and buckling them, buttoning his shirt. He licked the bite on the boy’s neck once more, causing it to scab over. Unable to leave Xander unconscious on the grimy floor of the alley, he scooped the boy up into his arms. The slayer’s house would probably be the best place for him. Safe. Make sure no other beasties find him an easy snack. And his friends may help him deal with the emotional fallout.
Xander would definitely lie to protect himself, protect his pride. Say that himself and Spike got jumped and Spike saved him. Being saved by the vampire would be a more tolerable hit than admitting the truth.
Spike left the boy slumped against one of the chairs on Buffy’s porch. He banged furiously on the door and rang the doorbell repeatedly before fleeing. The girls would panic. Then they’d haul Xander in and try to rouse him. When that didn’t work, they’d put him on the couch, take off his shoes and jacket. Throw a blanket over him and leave him to rest.
By the time he woke up, Spike would be gone. His crypt emptied and Sunnydale would be behind him.