Live The Question
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Various (Spike/Xander this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: m/m sexual activity
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I had my after-birthday birthday celebration last night, so I didn't actually do anything productive. Non-productive is fun.
“You know,” Xander remarked as he limped into the lobby, “Those Cookie demons pack a mean punch.”
“Told you to duck, pet,” Spike reminded him. “ ‘S not my fault you ducked left instead of right.”
Xander threw him a fierce glare that melted away when Spike began to rub his shoulders consolingly. Xander leaned trustingly into Spike’s embrace, ignoring the giggle Willow struggled to choke off. Faith, still shaken from her earlier run in with Spike, risked a glance at Angel. The warning growl that emanated from Spike sent her scurrying upstairs, offering hasty goodnights to the rest of the team.
“Spike,” Angel tossed out. “I have a few other errands to run tonight. Up for a bit more?”
“Sure thing, Peaches. Just let me tuck the kiddies in bed,” Spike replied jovially.
He was in a fine mood. The fight against the gang of M’Fashniks had gone well, despite the numerous bruises Xander and Oz sported. Oz’s vision had sent them to Gunn’s old neighborhood, where the demons had set up a protection racket. The team had decimated the thugs with the thanks of Gunn’s old friends. Angel assured the kids that he was only a phone call away if they ever needed another helping hand. Spike agreed, saying they owed Gunn a debt they couldn’t repay.
That bit of heroics, plus a few steamy and stolen kisses with Xander, gave Spike a rosy view of the world. Just as things were meant to be, he felt. He’d dealt the Slayer a lesson she’d not forget soon, helped knock down a few bad guys, and gotten a lovely snog in the bargain. All as an equal partner with his Sire. Seemed like an excellent beginning to Spike.
“Spike, the ‘kids’ can all find their way to bed just fine without you, “ Angel nagged.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Spike rejoined. “Still, like to make sure, don’t I?”
“Fine,” Angel gave in. “Just don’t take too long, okay?”
That, Spike reflected later, should have been his tip-off. Angel giving in so easy and letting him have his way? Definitely a clue into how ballsed-up the situation was, and he should’ve seen it. But, he’d been so happy. Sitting close to a warm, willing body, riding high from a good fight, it was the happiest he’d been in a while. Shame then, that it was all about to go horribly wrong.
Willow begged off the Spike tuck-in, saying she needed to meditate. As she made for the courtyard, Oz flashed a knowing smile at Xander and followed her. He and the witch had taken to meditating together, and Spike respected their efforts in controlling the power within them. If only the demon inside him could be so easily appeased. A few deep breaths and some words, and presto! No more dangerous urges and some iron self-control in the bargain. Spike knew that wasn’t fair to either the witch or the wolf. They both struggled with their inner demons, just as he did. Still and all, they somehow made it look easy. That was probably what he envied, he thought. That almost effortless attitude was something he never mastered. Every battle he waged left its mark somewhere on him.
Shrugging off his darker thoughts, he smiled at Xander and followed the bruised and battered boy up the stairs. They weren’t sharing a room, despite Xander’s offer. Another battle that Spike won by a thread. He wanted it, wanted to wrap himself in the human’s warmth and affection, to take and take. He didn't because he couldn't give Xander what he wanted, and in the end, there'd be nothing but pain. The young man wanted love badly and Spike knew the body on offer was merely a substitute for that love. Xander claimed not to mind, but Spike did.
“Right now, let’s get you off to dreamland,” Spike pronounced as Xander gingerly undressed and climbed under the blankets.
“Wish you could stay,” Xander said wistfully. “Stupid DeadBoy, dragging you out on some errand.”
“Might be important,” Spike answered equivocally. “This whole restoration’s a nasty business, luv. Can’t blame Angel for wanting a bit o’company.”
“Guess not,” Xander yawned. “Man, the next time I talk to Dawn, I’m going to remind her how much damage a cookie can do.”
“Why d'you keep calling those demons cookies,” Spike asked bemusedly.
“You remember one of them attacked B-Bu-Buffy,” Xander’s words were disrupted by another skull-splitting yawn.
“Yeah. Flooded basement,” Spike recalled. “Not the best environment for a knock-down brawl.”
“Dawn and I couldn’t figure out how to pronounce the name,” Xander explained, eyes struggling to stay open. “She said that it was MmmFashnik, like MmmCookies. The name stuck.”
“That’s my Bit,” Spike recalled affectionately. “Always had a good head on her shoulders.”
“I like your head,” Xander protested, running a finger up Spike’s arm.
“ Imagine you do,” Spike smiled, and he allowed himself to be pulled close.
Soft, wet kisses progressed to harder, more erotic exchanges, tongues flashing and flickering. Xander wormed his fingers inside the tight shirt and began to tease Spike’s nipples to hard little nubs. Spike moaned heavily, and pushed a hand under the blankets to stroke Xander’s growing erection. Xander thrust upwards, and his exhausted body was no match for the talented hands roaming over his cock and tight, sensitive sac. Within minutes, Xander called out for Spike as he released creamy jets of semen into the vampire’s hand.
“Mmm,” Spike grinned, as he licked his fingers clean. “Better than cookies.”
“My tu-tu-turn,” Xander yawned, scrabbling at Spike’s jeans.
“Nu-uh, lovely,” Spike chastened, standing up and pushing Xander’s hands down. “You rest now. I’ll go give Broody a hand with his errand and maybe I’ll give you a right nice wake-up call later.”
“Sp-ike!” Xander protested, even as he snuggled deeper into the blankets.
“Listen, Whelp,” the low, warm voice curled around Xander and made him smile,” just ‘cause I gave you a helpin’ hand doesn’t mean I expect the same. Told you before, not gonna hurt you. Just want to be close to you. Go to sleep.”
Xander’s breathing, deep and even, told Spike his orders had been obeyed already. With one last kiss, Spike left the room and the warm sleeping body that called to him. He pulled the door shut, and tensed as a hand clapped around his mouth.
“Very sweet, Spike,” Angel whispered harshly. “Nice to see you taking such good care of the team. Now I think it’s time we had a little talke about teamwork. You want to keep Faith out of my bed? Guess who gets to replace her?”
Spike went limp in the strong grip. Allowing Angel to drag him off, Spike hoped that he wasn't letting himself in for a repeat of his experiences with Buffy. Angel tended to self-destruct in a big way, and Spike wasn't all that keen on being caught in the shockwave. Just when things were going so well, Spke mourned silently, the darkness of Angel's bedroom enveloping them both.
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: m/m sexual activity
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I had my after-birthday birthday celebration last night, so I didn't actually do anything productive. Non-productive is fun.
“You know,” Xander remarked as he limped into the lobby, “Those Cookie demons pack a mean punch.”
“Told you to duck, pet,” Spike reminded him. “ ‘S not my fault you ducked left instead of right.”
Xander threw him a fierce glare that melted away when Spike began to rub his shoulders consolingly. Xander leaned trustingly into Spike’s embrace, ignoring the giggle Willow struggled to choke off. Faith, still shaken from her earlier run in with Spike, risked a glance at Angel. The warning growl that emanated from Spike sent her scurrying upstairs, offering hasty goodnights to the rest of the team.
“Spike,” Angel tossed out. “I have a few other errands to run tonight. Up for a bit more?”
“Sure thing, Peaches. Just let me tuck the kiddies in bed,” Spike replied jovially.
He was in a fine mood. The fight against the gang of M’Fashniks had gone well, despite the numerous bruises Xander and Oz sported. Oz’s vision had sent them to Gunn’s old neighborhood, where the demons had set up a protection racket. The team had decimated the thugs with the thanks of Gunn’s old friends. Angel assured the kids that he was only a phone call away if they ever needed another helping hand. Spike agreed, saying they owed Gunn a debt they couldn’t repay.
That bit of heroics, plus a few steamy and stolen kisses with Xander, gave Spike a rosy view of the world. Just as things were meant to be, he felt. He’d dealt the Slayer a lesson she’d not forget soon, helped knock down a few bad guys, and gotten a lovely snog in the bargain. All as an equal partner with his Sire. Seemed like an excellent beginning to Spike.
“Spike, the ‘kids’ can all find their way to bed just fine without you, “ Angel nagged.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Spike rejoined. “Still, like to make sure, don’t I?”
“Fine,” Angel gave in. “Just don’t take too long, okay?”
That, Spike reflected later, should have been his tip-off. Angel giving in so easy and letting him have his way? Definitely a clue into how ballsed-up the situation was, and he should’ve seen it. But, he’d been so happy. Sitting close to a warm, willing body, riding high from a good fight, it was the happiest he’d been in a while. Shame then, that it was all about to go horribly wrong.
Willow begged off the Spike tuck-in, saying she needed to meditate. As she made for the courtyard, Oz flashed a knowing smile at Xander and followed her. He and the witch had taken to meditating together, and Spike respected their efforts in controlling the power within them. If only the demon inside him could be so easily appeased. A few deep breaths and some words, and presto! No more dangerous urges and some iron self-control in the bargain. Spike knew that wasn’t fair to either the witch or the wolf. They both struggled with their inner demons, just as he did. Still and all, they somehow made it look easy. That was probably what he envied, he thought. That almost effortless attitude was something he never mastered. Every battle he waged left its mark somewhere on him.
Shrugging off his darker thoughts, he smiled at Xander and followed the bruised and battered boy up the stairs. They weren’t sharing a room, despite Xander’s offer. Another battle that Spike won by a thread. He wanted it, wanted to wrap himself in the human’s warmth and affection, to take and take. He didn't because he couldn't give Xander what he wanted, and in the end, there'd be nothing but pain. The young man wanted love badly and Spike knew the body on offer was merely a substitute for that love. Xander claimed not to mind, but Spike did.
“Right now, let’s get you off to dreamland,” Spike pronounced as Xander gingerly undressed and climbed under the blankets.
“Wish you could stay,” Xander said wistfully. “Stupid DeadBoy, dragging you out on some errand.”
“Might be important,” Spike answered equivocally. “This whole restoration’s a nasty business, luv. Can’t blame Angel for wanting a bit o’company.”
“Guess not,” Xander yawned. “Man, the next time I talk to Dawn, I’m going to remind her how much damage a cookie can do.”
“Why d'you keep calling those demons cookies,” Spike asked bemusedly.
“You remember one of them attacked B-Bu-Buffy,” Xander’s words were disrupted by another skull-splitting yawn.
“Yeah. Flooded basement,” Spike recalled. “Not the best environment for a knock-down brawl.”
“Dawn and I couldn’t figure out how to pronounce the name,” Xander explained, eyes struggling to stay open. “She said that it was MmmFashnik, like MmmCookies. The name stuck.”
“That’s my Bit,” Spike recalled affectionately. “Always had a good head on her shoulders.”
“I like your head,” Xander protested, running a finger up Spike’s arm.
“ Imagine you do,” Spike smiled, and he allowed himself to be pulled close.
Soft, wet kisses progressed to harder, more erotic exchanges, tongues flashing and flickering. Xander wormed his fingers inside the tight shirt and began to tease Spike’s nipples to hard little nubs. Spike moaned heavily, and pushed a hand under the blankets to stroke Xander’s growing erection. Xander thrust upwards, and his exhausted body was no match for the talented hands roaming over his cock and tight, sensitive sac. Within minutes, Xander called out for Spike as he released creamy jets of semen into the vampire’s hand.
“Mmm,” Spike grinned, as he licked his fingers clean. “Better than cookies.”
“My tu-tu-turn,” Xander yawned, scrabbling at Spike’s jeans.
“Nu-uh, lovely,” Spike chastened, standing up and pushing Xander’s hands down. “You rest now. I’ll go give Broody a hand with his errand and maybe I’ll give you a right nice wake-up call later.”
“Sp-ike!” Xander protested, even as he snuggled deeper into the blankets.
“Listen, Whelp,” the low, warm voice curled around Xander and made him smile,” just ‘cause I gave you a helpin’ hand doesn’t mean I expect the same. Told you before, not gonna hurt you. Just want to be close to you. Go to sleep.”
Xander’s breathing, deep and even, told Spike his orders had been obeyed already. With one last kiss, Spike left the room and the warm sleeping body that called to him. He pulled the door shut, and tensed as a hand clapped around his mouth.
“Very sweet, Spike,” Angel whispered harshly. “Nice to see you taking such good care of the team. Now I think it’s time we had a little talke about teamwork. You want to keep Faith out of my bed? Guess who gets to replace her?”
Spike went limp in the strong grip. Allowing Angel to drag him off, Spike hoped that he wasn't letting himself in for a repeat of his experiences with Buffy. Angel tended to self-destruct in a big way, and Spike wasn't all that keen on being caught in the shockwave. Just when things were going so well, Spke mourned silently, the darkness of Angel's bedroom enveloping them both.