PART 19 - A tell-tale Heart
(Director’s cut)
Outside the crypt all hell was breaking loose as the storm descended on
Sunnydale. Thunder and lightning alternated in rapid succession and the rain
fell so heavily, its patter seemed to drown everything out.
Xander didn't even notice the thunderstorm. The mental image of the
vampire ripping his clothes off was enough to make him oblivious to his
surroundings. The only thing he was fully aware of was Spike's proximity and
the tension in the vampire's body. *Well,
what's holding you back?* he wanted to ask. But for some reason the words
wouldn't come out.
Spike was wondering about the very same thing. Part of him wanted to be
unleashed, yearned to let go and bury himself in the life and warmth of his
prey, craved to let his fangs pierce that sun-tanned neck and to drink deep.
Why wasn't he shoving Xander against the wall to ravish him, when he
could hear the human's heartbeat calling out to him? *He wants it. I want
it. Should be simple. Grab. Kiss. Kiss some more. Shag... Sod the
consequences!* The demon liked things simple. Limitless and free. No what
if, no but, no why, just a good fuck without thought or remorse. Except that
Spike didn't possess that kind of evil purity anymore - if he ever truly had
it.
Xander set his mug down on the stone bier. He realized that he was still
holding a biscuit in his hand. The chocolate had melted and was making his
fingers sticky. Suddenly he remembered
how he had watched the vampire licking blood off his fingers. That sight had
been so incredibly... erotic. *I wonder...* He carefully put the cookie
down, next to his mug and raised his hand to his mouth. He slowly began to lick
the chocolate off, blissfully closing his eyes for a second before meeting the
vampire's hungry gaze.
That was when something in Spike just snapped. He tossed his almost
empty mug aside, enjoying the sound it made when it shattered on the floor.
With one graceful movement he launched himself at the young man as if for the
kill, making him stagger backwards until the stone bier stopped him. Burying
one hand in a shock of brown hair, and holding Xander's waist with the other,
Spike pressed his whole body against the human's, in an almost crushing
embrace.
"Tease!" Spike murmured, his voice almost a growl. Then their
lips met. Spike felt Xander's chocolatey lips parting, letting him in and he
went right for it. He plunged his cool tongue into the other man's mouth,
feeling his warmth, tasting him. It was an aggressive kiss, full of pent-up
desperation and anger. A momentary lapse in self-control. Spike half expected
Xander to struggle. He was prepared to break the kiss at the first sign of real
fear but it never came. But instead a hot tongue countered his, dancing around,
almost fencing. *Oh yes.* There was nothing awkward or shy about the way
Xander returned the vampire's kiss - once he had overcome his initial
self-consciousness. *Surprise, surprise. Monkey-boy's a great kisser. Who'd
have thought?* And it seemed like Xander was really getting into the swing
of things. Suddenly a warm tongue was exploring the vampire's lips, his tongue
and finally his teeth. Spike could hear Xander's heartbeat as distinctly as if
he had placed his ear on his chest. Then there was a slight leap as Xander
probed Spike's blunt human teeth with the tip of his tongue. *Getting off on
the danger, are you, Harris?* For a moment he was tempted to give Xander
some fangs to explore. But then he just stored the information in the back of
his brain for later use.
Spike inhaled Xander's scent, smelling the other man's arousal. That was
just one of the delicious sensations he was being bombarded with. Like that
straining hardness right next to his own. Even through both of their clothes,
Spike was aware of the other man's body heat. Then he felt strong hands
touching him, his shoulders, his back. Tentative hands that grew more and more
eager. When one of those hot hands strayed downwards through the tear in
Spike's pants to furtively touch the bare skin of his thigh, unnecessary
breathing turned into panting. It took all of Spike's willpower to break their
kiss and look at Xander.
The human's cheeks were flushed. His brown eyes were dark with want.
"If you plan on running out again," Spike said with more than
just a hint of warning, "You have to do it now!" His voice was
hoarse.
Xander shook his head vehemently. "No. More. Running," he said
breathlessly, making it sound like a promise. As if to underline his
determination his hands became more daring, dipping underneath Spike's T-shirt
and exploring his wiry frame. He was amazed how firm the vampire's flesh felt
under his probing fingers. The muscles and tendons of a predator. Every touch
told him he was caressing a very dangerous creature.
"Good," Spike said with a wicked smile. With the fear of being
denied lessened, he found some of his higher brain functions returning. *Time
to play!* He pulled the human closer again, but this time his lips touched
Xander's throat, nuzzling, tickling, nibbling. Teasing him. "Hmmm, nummy
treat," he murmured appreciatively, scraping with blunt teeth at the
sensitive skin that covered the jugular.
He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and another one of those
tell-tale tumbles with which the human's heart spoke to him. *Yeah, that's
it! I'm a vampire. Don't worry, I won't let you forget it.* Spike thought
as he began to lick and suck that ticklish spot between collarbone and neck,
intent on giving Xander a proper love bite to remember him by.
Meanwhile he let his hands explore the other man's body. Suddenly his
questing fingers came across a familiar object. "Did you know that you've
got a stake in your trousers?" he asked with a chuckle, grinding his
hard-on against the bulge in Xander's pants. "Tell me," he whispered,
"Were you hopin' to shove that into your old pal Spike?"
Spike pulled the wooden object out of Xander's back pocket and put it
into the young man's hand so that the pointed tip was resting over his chest.
The means to his true death, mere inches away from his unbeating heart. An
intoxicating situation. However, Xander hardly seemed to notice.
Xander's knees suddenly felt weak. He was incredibly turned on. By the
vampire's cool lips, his heavy breathing, the knowledge that it wasn't oxygen
Spike needed, the way in which the guy was rubbing against him. And, of course,
by the way the vampire was wreaking havoc on his imagination. Because, until
now, his fantasies had not progressed... THAT far. Okay, actually touching and
kissing another guy - okay, not another guy, but Spike - was unexpectedly good.
Weird, but good. And being touched. That was good, too. Very. Anything beyond
that point? Uncharted territory. Under fog of war. Scary. Not
running-away-scary. *No more of that!* But enough to make his mouth go
dry.
"Your puns suck, bloodsucker," he finally managed to say.
Banter. Yes. That was good. That was familiar territory.
"Bloodsucker? I'll have you know that I don't just suck blood.
Wanna demo?" Spike said mischievously, but with enough menace to make
Xander's heart miss a beat. The scent of arousal intensified.
*A demo? Yes...* Xander swallowed. The image of Spike's lips and teeth
surrounding his cock appeared unbidden. It sent a wave of heat through his
body, followed closely by a fearful but intoxicating tingle, as imaginary
Spike's vampire fangs suddenly came to the fore. *No way!* Shying away
from this disturbing image, Xander found himself plunging headlong into much
scarier areas. For a moment, all he was able to think of was that the hands
that were holding him and the lips that had kissed him belonged to an undead
creature that had killed and maimed and presumably done even more unspeakable
things. An abomination. How could he possibly yearn for the touch of a monster?
Only, apparently he did. Because his body seemed to have a will of its own.
"Oh yeah, I know. You also ravage and torture..." A normal,
Xander-esque comeback. Except for the lack of humor. Spike tensed. But he did
not pull back. He met Xander's gaze evenly.
Xander's grip around his stake tightened. It wasn't just a piece of wood
he was holding in his hand but a life. Spike's life. Or rather, unlife. One
good push and all that would be left of the infamous William the Bloody was a
big pile of dust. Power over life and death. Suddenly he felt an inkling of
what it must be like to be a vampire. He realized with a certain amount of
relief that he did not crave that kind of power, even though he could vaguely
understand its lure. He tossed the stake aside. Spike wasn't a monster. Spike
was... well, Spike. If there was evil lurking in those dark blue eyes, Xander
was unable to detect it. Only lust and longing, and just a hint of fear. And
something else.
"Can't wait for the demo," Xander said, pushing the past away
and concentrating on the present. He was drawing strange confidence from the
trust that the vampire had shown him.
"Oh? Is that so?" Spike said softly. "Well, then. Mustn't
keep you waiting, ey?"
Without breaking eye contact Spike placed both his hands on Xander's
broad shoulders in what was almost a strangle hold around the human's neck.
Suddenly, his fingers clenched on white cotton and then there was the sound of
tearing fabric as he ripped the T-shirt off.
That elicited a sound from Xander that hovered somewhere between a
giggle and a moan.
"You want torture?" Spike smirked. "Coming right
up."
Spike let his right hand travel across the young man's back, while his
left explored the tanned belly. Xander's work on the construction site had
given him nice muscles, not the fitness studio kind but solid strength. And a
tan, too. Skin that had soaked up the sun's heat. The warmth underneath his
fingers sent shivers through the vampire, the same way his cool touch made the
human shudder with pleasure and anticipation.
Spike quickly pulled his own black T-shirt over his head and tossed it
to the floor.
'See anything you like?' the vampire had asked when Xander had caught
him shirtless the other day. Yes, Xander liked what he saw. He responded to the
unspoken invitation by stroking Spike's lean waist, his chest, his shoulders,
his back. He liked what he touched, too. Skin. Delicious. Smooth. Pale. Cool.
Spike closed his eyes relishing the other man's caress. Strong callused
hands, which were accustomed to hard work, but their touch was gentle. And then
they were embracing and kissing again, chest to chest.
Eventually, Spike pulled back a little. He tilted his head sideways and
began to slowly lick Xander's chest, relishing the salty taste. His tongue
darted around, teasingly, in ever decreasing circles until it encountered a
hardening nipple. He closed his lips on the sensitive bud and began to suck,
gently first but with increasing roughness, all the while listening for the
man's heartbeat to tell him when to stop and when not to. Meanwhile Spike's
hands were busy, too. One was gripping Xander's hip firmly as if to steady him,
the other hand was slowly sliding down the human's spine until it reached the
waistband of Xander's far to tight denims. Somehow the vampire managed to push
his fingers between waistband and skin, venturing where no man's hand had gone
before.
Xander felt those cool fingers sliding downwards to cup his ass, one
finger softly teasing the cleft between his cheeks. The constriction of his
pants was no longer just uncomfortable, it was beginning to border on painful.
He reached down to unbutton his trousers, but the vampire's hand were there
first. First the button, then the zip, and then... *Oh... boy... oh...*
All coherent thought came to a stop as
cool fingers slid into his boxers and closed around his hot shaft, pulling it
from its confines. Xander's eyes fell shut. His hips bucked slightly, his body
eagerly responding to the firm grip.
With great effort he opened his eyes. He wanted to see the other man’s
face.
Spike's eyes were directed down. He was concentrating on what he was
doing. On pleasuring him. Xander's knees almost buckled when the vampire began
to stroke his member in a slow rhythm. A cool thumb circled the swollen tip,
picking up pre-cum for better lubrication. "Oh, yeeess..." the human
moaned. "Oh... good..."
Spike looked around with a sense of urgency. *Downstairs, bed? - Too
Far. The sarcophagus? Downright too uncomfortable and cold for a human.*
His eyes fell on his TV chair. *That should do.*
"Come on, Xan, let's move a bit."
Xander just nodded and let himself be led to the armchair. "And
let's take this off." Spike pushed Xander's pants and boxers down before
making him sit down. He untied the laces and pulled the sneakers off. Socks and
the rest followed until Xander sat there, fully naked. Spike quickly chucked
his own boots in different directions. And then he gently coaxed Xander's knees
apart, so that he could kneel between them.
He sat down on his heels and let his hands slide from Xander's knees
along his inner thighs until they reached thick curls. Then, purposefully
avoiding the proud erection before them, both hands traveled outwards, tickling
and teasing Xander's hips. Rising from his heels, Spike leaned forward.
Planting wet kisses on Xander's torso he worked his way upwards towards the
hardened nipples. The vampire's touch was light at first, but from the way
Xander pressed himself against his hands Spike realized that a firmer touch was
asked for. When he scraped his nails over the swollen nubs, Xander dug his
fingers into the armrests and gasped audibly. Using tongue and teeth and
fingers, Spike rubbed, tugged and squeezed the human's nipples, never quite
hurting him, but teasing him mercilessly.
"Oh... my... God!" Xander exclaimed in between inarticulate groans.
"Harder. Oh God... Please..."
Spike took his time, but eventually he let go and sat back on his heels.
He looked up. Xander's eyes were closed. He whimpered at the loss of contact.
The vampire grabbed the human's knees again. Starting with the right leg
he used an unpredictable succession of long, languid strokes of his tongue,
little cat licks and sudden bites to work his way along the inner thigh towards
the human's erection. He was rewarded by more incoherent pleading. Again he
avoided touching Xander's manhood, but he took the time to admire it and to
blow lightly over the leaking tip. Xander bucked. Spike chuckled and repeated
the procedure along the other thigh. And then he started the whole process over
again, teasingly, still ignoring Xander’s straining cock. Instead he gave his
balls a few unexpected licks before lifting them out of the way and letting the
tip of his tongue wander downwards.
"Spiiike, please... I need it... oh... my... don't stop..."
Hearing his lover beg and call his name was one of the most powerful
aphrodisiacs Spike knew. Control as such didn't set him off, but being needed
did. Under normal circumstances he would have been able to carry on like this
for a very long time. But his own need was beginning to take over. It was like
a dull ache in his groin. He felt like he'd been hard forever.
He also felt the demon part in him stirring impatiently. The killer got
off on pretty much the same sensations as the
lover in him, scent, heat, sound. Spike didn't want that part of him ruining
everything, so he withdrew and watched as Xander slowly regained some kind of
coherence. *Okay, enough playing. Let's get down to business.*
"Xander?"
"Huh?" The young man sounded
somewhat shaky.
Spike got up. He placed his knee on the chair, between Xander's legs,
and let it carry his weight. He steadied himself by placing his right hand on
Xander's shoulder. Then he took Xander's hand and pulled it to his crotch,
closing the man's fingers around his erection. Xander could feel Spike's hardness
through the fabric. "Touch me," the vampire said hoarsely,
momentarily forgetting his resolve, never to let the intensity of his need
show. "Please."
Xander swallowed. He was still dizzy from the way the vampire had set
his nerve ends on fire. But the vampire's words and the tone in which they were
spoken struck a chord in him. They evoked a surge of desire that washed away
all hesitation and that went beyond the purely physical. The intensity of his
arousal still scared him, but he did not pull back his hand. On the contrary,
he tightened his grip, and then began to squeeze and rub, eliciting a hissed
sound from the vampire, as he inhaled sharply.
He suddenly felt guilty. The vampire had concentrated so hard on giving
him pleasure. Xander wasn't normally one to - what was that expression again? -
'lie back and think of England'.
His hands felt uselessly clumsy as he struggled with the belt buckle.
The buttons were even more recalcitrant. "Why do you have to wear such
tight pants?" he complained.
"So people can admire my hot ass, you dolt," Spike said, but
the remark sounded somewhat strangled because Xander had finally managed to
open his pants. *No underwear. Why am I not surprised?* He looked up and
almost chuckled. Spike looked distinctly relieved now that the pressure on his
crown jewels had lessened. Xander directed his gaze down again, at the erect
uncircumcised shaft right in front of his eyes. All of a sudden he felt a bit
intimidated. *Oh god I am looking at another man's cock! He's not going to
put that... is he? How?*
He swallowed. And then he pushed all thought away and hooked his fingers
into the waist of Spike's black trousers to pull them down a bit. Watching the
vampire's face he reached for the pale shaft tentatively. At the touch of his
fingers Spike shuddered and threw his head back. The grip on his shoulder
tightened a little.
"Yesss..."
Xander ran his fingers from head to base and back, feather light touches
that made Spike moan. He circled the leaking head with his thumb before he
began to stroke the vampire in slow pumping movements.
"Oooh, nice. Don't stop, Xan... Yeaaah."
It was strange. At first the vampire's cock had been pretty cool. Room
temperature - and Spike's crypt was a chilly place. But now it was almost as
warm as Xander's hand, as if it had soaked up his warmth.
Unexpectedly, Xander felt a hand touching his own shaft, emulating each
and every one of his movements and the desire that had been allowed to lose its
edge somewhat intensified again.
On impulse he brought his face closer to the weeping cock and flicked
the tip of his tongue over its head. He heard Spike exhale in what sounded
almost like a whimper. Xander glanced upwards and met Spike’s wide-eyed stare.
The hand that was stroking Xander’s cock tightened, missing a beat.
Xander brought his other hand to Spike’s hip, holding him steady. He resumed his regular movements and with
another flick of the tongue elicited the same whimper. He could feel Spike’s
hips bucking slightly. *I guess he liked that,* he thought, pleased with
himself. There was still part of him that was totally freaked out by the fact
that he was licking another man’s cock, tasting his pre-cum, but somehow this
felt so good and right, it really blew his mind.
Even the fear of being toyed with was forgotten when he looked up into a
face that had lost all traces of sarcasm and anger and showed only genuine
bliss.
Reassured, Xander made those sloppy licks part of the rhythm; licking
the exposed slit on every downward stroke and enjoying the little breathless
sounds that the vampire made.
“Don’t stop,” Spike whispered. “Don’t. Ever. Stop.”
Power over life and death? Nothing, compared to this kind of power!
Spike was burning for him. He ran his tongue around the swollen tip and finally
took Spike’s cock into his mouth. First the head, then the whole length, as far
as he could take it without gagging.
It was a strange, unusual feeling, slightly intimidating, but the
vampire's response alone made it worth it. The hand on his shoulder clenched almost
painfully. "Oh God!" the vampire shouted hoarsely. “Xander!”
It required all of Spike's self-control not to wildly thrust into
Xander’s mouth. *If I'd known this could be so good I'd have jumped his
bones years ago!* he thought disjointedly. What the young man didn't have
by way of experience he made up for with enthusiasm. Spike hadn’t expected
Xander to be able to overcome his “eww”-reflex quite as quickly and thoroughly.
He looked down on the bobbing head. Feeling those soft and warm lips on
his shaft was so good, but watching made it even better. He realized he was
hurtling towards the finishing line fast. According to Xander's scent and his
divulging heartbeat he wasn't far off, either. Not to mention the throaty sighs
he was emitting.
*Oh God, I wanna come into his mouth!*
But he touched Xander's face, motioning him to stop. Xander let go,
looking momentarily uncertain, but
their eyes met and there was no doubt as to what both of them wanted.
"Spike... I want... you... Need you!" Words Spike had never
expected to hear, not like that. Words that almost sent him over the edge. He
knelt down again, gripped the young man's hips and pulled his ass towards him,
until it was at the edge of the seat, making him slouch. Xander wriggled about
a bit, to get more comfortable. He appeared both nervous and expectant.
That was when Spike realized he had forgotten something: *Shit!*
Spike mentally kicked himself. *No Lube! I bought bleedin' coffee, but I
forgot the goddam lube. Oh bloody hell!* With that soddin' Initiative chip
in his head he needed all the lubrication he could get, to make this experience
as painless as possible. He really didn't fancy getting his brain cells fried
in the middle of a shag. A shag he wanted to make as sensational as possible.
For both of them.
*Never mind.* This was already sensational.
"Not gonna do you tonite, luv. But I'll give ya a hint of what's to
come."
He coated his middle finger thoroughly with saliva and then brought it
to the tight opening. He encountered resistance but he made shushing,
reassuring noises and took hold of Xander's straining shaft again. After a few
sure strokes he found him relaxing. He slowly pushed his finger in, slightly
worried the chip might send him an ugly migraine. Xander shuddered. Spike began
to move his finger, in and out, in and out, and then he hit THAT spot. Xander's
hips bucked as Spike's finger met his prostate. And again.
"Spike, please..."
"We'll save that for some other time, pet. Now, I'm gonna make you
come."
*Should've gone downstairs. Beds are so much better for this.* Spike removed his
finger reluctantly. He moved closer and bent forward so that his stiff member
came to lie next to Xander's. He thrust forward a few times, leaving a slight
trail of pre-come on Xander's abdomen. He was enjoying the delicious friction
as their cocks rubbed against each other, and so did Xander, audibly and
visibly, but Spike realized that the chair was not the best place for this. He
snatched his duster off the backrest, gave it a quick shake and spread it
across the floor.
Then, without much more ado he made Xander lie down on it, shed his own
pants and quickly covered the boy's body with his. *Yeah, much better. More
skin contact. Touching in all the good places.* And their erections next to
each other but additionally sheathed by their bodies. More pressure. More hot
and cold delicious pressure that was so good and do that again don't stop. But
the best thing was, they could kiss, too. Spike pressed his lips on Xander's,
invading him with his tongue, tasting him, as he was grinding his hips against
the human's in an ever increasing rhythm. He felt Xander's hands kneading his
ass, straying into the cleft between his cheeks.
Spike furiously battled the instinct to drive his fangs into that writhing
hot flesh underneath him or into his own wrist, to draw and taste blood, even
if it was just his own. It took all his willpower to fight down the vampire
features that threatened to emerge and if that lessened the impact of his
release it didn't matter, because what did matter was the way Xander clung to
him, babbling his name as he was straining toward his own release.
When Spike came it was with a loud, almost anguished howl, but in his
human guise. Xander followed just seconds later, sent over the precipice by
that inhuman sound. Their come mingled between their intertwined bodies.
When Spike felt able to move again, he pushed himself off, but only a
bit. He lay down on his side, next to Xander, propping his head on his elbow.
He dipped his finger into the small puddle on Xander's belly, scooped some up
and licked it off.
Xander needed a few moments longer before he felt up to anything beyond
just lying there, panting like a happy puppy and thinking *wow* all the
time.
Eventually he said it out loud. "Wow!"
Spike smiled. Xander had never seen him look so pleased. Almost goofy.
"Yeah, not bad," the vampire winked. *Understatement of the
year!*
It was quiet in the crypt apart from their ragged breathing. Obviously,
the thunderstorm had passed without either of them ever taking notice. Spike
got up to search for his smokes, almost stepping on one of the shards of his
coffee mug. He lit himself a cigarette, rummaged in a trunk for up a blanket
and returned to Xander's side, covering him with the blanket.
"Stay. Sleep here," Spike said, knowing what the answer would
be.
"I can't. Anya will be expecting me. She'll be worried by now. With
the storm and everything. I'm sorry," Xander explained. Despite the
blanket he was shivering. *Oh no, Anya!?*
Spike shrugged, looking a bit sullen. Perhaps even apprehensive. *Is
he waiting for recriminations or what?* Xander wondered. He leaned over and
gave the vampire a quick kiss before getting up and wrapping the blanket around
himself. He began to look for his clothing.
"Will you walk me to my car, Spike?" Xander asked.
"Sure."
"You'll have to lend me a T-shirt."
"Sure."
"But let's have another coffee first."
"Sure, pet," Spike said, the goofy smile back in place.