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Coercion 14 Goldeneye The following morning, Xander
bounced out of bed, grabbed up some clothes, and headed upstairs for the shower.
He couldn’t help but smile at the probably sleeping Spike as he went past. When he came down, showered and
dressed, Spike was stretched out with a hand behind his head. “Going out? I
thought you got the day off to spend with me,” Spike pouted. “Get errands out of the way,
replenish snacks, check in with Giles, fetch blood if you need it,” Spike
nodded, “and then spend the rest of the day watching Skinimax.” “I can cope with Suzy
Homemaker.” Spike scratched his balls deliberately. “I’ll be waiting for
you.” Xander could just make a fish
face for a minute, digesting what Spike was so blatantly suggesting, before
nodding and dashing out the door. Xander completed his errands in record time. He dashed in and
out at Giles’ before the Watcher even had a chance to offer him tea. Xander bustled in, hung up his
clean suit and tossed a bag of
blood to Spike. Before long the two are settled on the couch. Xander with a
microwaved pizza and Spike with a mug of blood. After half an action flick and
an episode of Sex in the City, Spike got up for more chips and returned
to sit down right next to Xander, thighs touching. Xander blinked, suddenly
confronted with the line he was going to have to cross this day. Spike smirked and held out the
chip bag. “I was getting lonely on the far end of the couch, Pet.” “Well, I…” Xander grabbed
a handful of chips. “Oh, look! True Lies!” After thirty minutes of Xander
eating chips and starting to say things, Spike put the bag aside and took
Xander’s face in his hands. He drew the boy’s warm lips to him and kissed
him firmly. “Come on, Pet. We’ve seen this one.” Xander swallowed, lost in the
blue depths before him. “But I like the daughter.” Spike shut him up by kissing him
again. Xander hesitated again, his hands not knowing where to go. He kept
putting them on Spike, on his knee, his arm, then taking them off again.
“Settle down, Xander. I feel like I’m being frisked.” “Sorry.” “Trust me, Xander. Let me
lead.” “What if… what if…” “What if what, Pet?” If
Xander didn’t put out something more and soon, Spike decided he would just go
back to wanting him dead. Then maybe he could shag the boy. “If I want to do something to
you, for you?” Spike chuckled softly. “Just
do it, Pet. Or tell me what to do.” Spike leaned in and caressed Xander’s
face. “Okay…” Xander closed his
eyes. He took in a great breath and slowly let it out. Hands were hands lips
were lips. Spike never seemed to need a shave and his cheeks were smooth. Spike
ran a thumb over his lips and Xander realized just how smooth Spike’s hands
were. “How is that?” he breathed just as Spike leaned in to kiss him. Spike bit back a curse. “How
is what? You’ve got to start finishing your questions.” “How are your hands so smooth?” “I was a gentleman, love.
Never did a day’s labor in my life.” Spike went in for that kiss but was
interrupted by a giggle from Xander. “Gentleman Spike.” “William,” Spike corrected
him. “Shut up so I can kiss you already.” Spike’s kisses and touches
were feather-light. A smooth touch of tongue to lip before moving on the his
cheek, his eyelids. He moved his hand up to cup the back of Xander’s head,
gently working his fingers in the thick, soft hair. Spike drank in how the boy
reacted, noting what made the boy gasp or shift. Spike pulled back after some
fifteen minutes and met Xander’s dark eyes, which were almost black. “Slow
enough?” he murmured. “God, Spike.” “Sex god, maybe,” Spike
grinned and hitched a little closer. Again, he assaulted Xander’s lips before
turning the boy’s head and working his way across a slightly stubbly cheek.
When he came to Xander’s ear, he breathed gently into the shell. “I’m
enjoying this, Pet. You’re so warm.” A shudder went through Xander and he
moaned. Spike chuckled, and moved down the column of Xander’s neck. He lipped
the soft flesh there, trailing the hard tip of his tongue along the throbbing
vein. Xander whimpered and shifted in
his seat. Cordy was good, but this was Olympic class neck kissage. Xander’s
hands fluttered, lifting and dropping a couple of times before his right one
went ahead and settled on his own crotch while Xander was distracted and his
left one found Spike’s knee to grasp. Spike’s nimble fingers worked
the buttons on Xander’s shirt open, allowing him to pull aside the cloth and
nibble along the collar bone. “You’re so tasty. I want to taste every bit of
you,” the vampire murmured, nipping a trail down to one of Xander’s nipples.
He turned his eyes up to watch Xander’s wide-eyed reaction as he flicked out
his tongue and lightly brushed the nub. Spike’s self won the bet that no one
had ever paid attention to his nipples before. He felt the boy start squeezing
his cock through his jeans. Spike moved his own right hand to his jeans as he
lavished attention to Xander’s nipples. With the silence of button fly
technology, Spike opened his jeans and worked his hardening cock free. Leaving
his left hand to continue teasing Xander’s chest, Spike lipped and licked his
way back up to the neglected right side of Xander’s neck. Spike could feel
Xander shift as he undid his pants and took out his own cock. A strong scent of
arousal hit Spike and he nipped harder than he meant to on Xander’s
neck. Xander whimpered, arcing his neck so Spike could get to any of it he
wanted. “Be careful how you present yourself, Pet,” Spike growl-purred as he
worked his cock harder. “I… I know. Just… keep doing that…” Xander gasped, bringing his left hand up to thread his fingers in the back of Spike’s hair, holding him in place. Spike traced the juicy line of his jugular, growling in hunger and arousal. So close. So bloody close. The boy went still, his hand’s movements growing more frantic. With every inch of restraint he possessed, Spike bit Xander’s neck with blunt teeth. It was not enough to break skin or set off his chip, but it triggered Xander. “Spike. God! Fuck!” the boy cursed as days of anticipation were wrung out of him. With a snarl, Spike pushed
himself away from Xander’s neck, letting out the demon as he pumped his cock
with force that would rip a human’s organ off. The sight of Xander’s arched
body, the smell of his sweat and come, and the sound of his moans, all crashed
upon the vampire’s senses and he came with a roar. Spike fell back against the arm
of the couch. He threw back his head and laughed. “Now that was fun!” Idly,
he stroked his barely-softened cock as he watched Xander where he lay panting and
sweating. Xander opened his eyes and
rolled his head to face the vampire in demon face who was grinning like an evil
mask of comedy. The smile faded as Xander’s expression shifted from satisfied
to distressed. “Oh shit,” Xander moaned, hurriedly fixing his pants, and
escaping the couch to lean against the washing machine. “Oh fuck. Oh hell.” “What’s the matter, Pet?
Seemed like you enjoyed that. At least twice.” “I did,” Xander said,
leaning with locked arms on the washer, his back to the vampire. “I just had
one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. With a demon.” “Oh. Well, you knew that.”
Fine time for the boy to get cold feet, as far as Spike was concerned, they
could spend the rest of the day shortening the list of things Xander had never
done. Xander wheeled around. “No,
Spike. I didn’t. Look at you!” Spike brought his hand up and
felt of the ridges on his forehead. “Oh, sorry.” He shook his head and
slipped back to his human visage. “That happens sometimes when it’s really
good.” Spike cocked his head and playfully tongued his lower lip. “You
caught me off guard, Pet. Offering yourself that way. Better now? Bumpies all
gone.” Xander sighed and went to the
chair. Flopping down, he looked to the ceiling. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Hand
and lips the same, you’re right, but fangs and ridges… no.” “Shoulda warned you.” Spike
reluctantly put away his softened cock. “That’s not it. I knew
a vampire was at my throat. And it got me hot. Then you got off on me. I made
the demon appear.” Xander raised his head to look at Spike, watching as he
buttoned his jeans. Spike looked up, brow cocked questioningly. “You’ve got
control, Spike. I’ve seen you get mad and fight but not go all gurr. When
other vamps shift at the slightest thing.” “No one ever noticed that
before.” Xander shrugged. “Not sure why
I did. But it’s not right. It’s sick. I’m sick. It’s been years since I
came twice in a row and yet, with you….” “It’s not sick, Pet. Why do
you think that?” “Because It’s wrong. On
every single level you and I together is wrong! Boys! Dead! Evil! Vampire!
I’ve grown up on the Hellmouth, yet here I am getting off on the danger.”
Xander scrubbed his hands over his face. Spike chuckled. “What do you
think sex is, Pet? It’s danger. It’s flirting with the line between pleasure
and pain. It’s doing things that are forbidden. Why do you think there are so
many laws that center on sex?” Xander dropped his hands and studied Spike.
“You can’t marry this person, you can’t fuck that person or thing. You
can’t take it out in public or they’ll stick you in the dock. Why? Because
humans are sexual creatures. It’s programmed in.” “But…” “But you have luckily found
the one creature who can push all your buttons at once. I’m dangerous,
forbidden, and dead sexy.” Xander rolled his head back and
stared at the ceiling. The damn vamp was right.
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