TITLE:
Swing!
AUTHOR:
xanpet2000@aol.com
PART:
1/1
SERIES:
None PWP. Well a little plot crept in there somewhere. I let it stay so long as
it promised to be quiet.
RATING:
NC17 M/M slash.
WARNING:
Sexually explicit.
PAIRING:
S/X
SUMMARY:
In response to the ‘Unusual Places’ challenge, issued by Nemi on Nummytreats.
CATEGORY:
Romance.
SPOILERS:
Set sometime after ‘Entropy’. There are vague references to events that far in
Series 6.
DISTRIBUTION:
Just ask.
DISCLAIMER:
Yes! Yes! They’re mine all mine! Well except for Spike and Xander and.... Okay,
okay, they’re Joss’s.
FEEDBACK:
Yes please. A grown woman crying is so undignified.
DEDICATION:
To Rabid X, who beta read this for me at really short - well actually no -
notice. Lots of virtual chocolate for you, Honey.
Swing!
“And
this way - why?” Asked Xander, “I mean
- I know night vision and all that...”
“Trust
me.”
That
was a line and Xander Lavelle Harris, demon magnet, knew it. He took a sideways glance at the master
vampire and sighed. He often wondered
if his happiness was actually his punishment.
He hadn’t wanted to fall for the Big Bad. He’d hated him in every way you could name and some you
couldn’t. But that night beer had
seemed like the answer to his prayers and how was he to know who Spike had a
date with. It wasn’t as if he monitored
the vampire’s social calendar that closely.
Not back then anyway.
Besides, the bar had been smoky and
dark. He’d only just spotted Spike
through his drunken haze. He remembered
how he’d lurched over to the couple.
He’d clapped the vampire on the back and said, “I hate you, you know
that? I wish we could be friends, I
really do Spike. I wish we could just
put all that evil and trying to kill each other behind us and become lovers for
the rest of our lives but...”
He
had never finished the sentence before the curly headed woman in Spike’s
company, had turned round, face covered in veins and said done. Halfrek had got vengeance for her friend and
Xander had William the Bloody - ‘til death parted them!
As
Spike was immortal, that was going to be a very long time indeed. He’d quickly worked out…no scratch
that…quickly been told that the only way of defeating the curse was to play
along. Now they hunted side by side
and, no matter how much he tried, Xander, Vampire Hater, loved Spike. It was lucky he’d included Spike in the wish
or it would truly have been a curse.
“Dead
end!” He declared triumphantly. The
chain link fencing said it all, “It has ceased to be. It is an ex end.”
“Yes,
but it has lovely plumage!” said Spike beginning to climb. His steel toe-capped DMs dented the metal so
that Xander could climb, like Wenceslas’ page, in his footsteps.
The
car pound was silent and nothing moved.
Piles of wrecked cars flipped a final finger at the sky. It seemed that Sunnydale got through as many
cars as it did window frames and residents.
They crept further in through twisted metal until they were in the
breaker’s yard. Nothing.
Spike
sat down on a wide platform that hung from a huge crane. The base was steel and was boxed in on three
sides by metal plating about four foot high.
There were two thick iron chains in each corner, which met in a link
above their heads. From there, a steel
cable attached it to the jib. In one
corner were three large buttons, up, down and stop.
The
vampire pushed off with his feet, like a child on a swing, “Come ‘ere,” he
said. There was a low rumbling note in
his voice. He’d tried to stop Xander
making the wish but the bloke had been so fucking shitfaced. The effect of it still had the power to
astound him but it was much easier if you didn’t try to fight it. Besides, there were worse things in this
world than a well-muscled brunet with a hot thick cock and come fuck me hole.
He
wrapped an arm around Xander’s waist and rocked against him, “Let’s not worry
about the Kashnae demon for a while eh?
The others will get it. Let’s
concentrate on this,” and he placed Xander’s hand on the bulge in his jeans.
“Okay
Mister one track.... How about I just
give you a broom and you clean that mind!
We can’t do it here!” Xander
tried to pull away.
“Right
here! Right now!” Said Spike and
hoisted the young man onto the cradle with one smooth movement.
Xander
found himself kneeling with Spike in the centre of the platform. The vampire began to undo the buttons of
Xander’s shirt and he exhaled in one long breath as the crisp night air touched
his skin.
“Someone
might see,” he breathed.
“If
they’re still up at five to three in the morning they deserve a show!” Spike grinned. He stroked his lover’s chest and flicked a taught nipple, sending
hot shivers towards Xander’s groin, “Want to make this more interesting,
still?”
Xander
felt his stomach knot, “How?”
“Trust
me?”
There
was that line again. Xander had let the
vampire into his home, into his life, into his body but these things were just
the curse, right? Did he actually trust
the vampire?
“And
again with the trust! I don’t...” but he
never finished. No sooner, had the
words left his lips then they were covered by Spike’s cool mouth. It was a kiss of power and passion. Spike’s tongue roamed freely over Xander’s
lips, igniting his lust. He slid his
hand under Xander’s open shirt and pressed their bodies together. The platform gave a shudder and Xander felt
the world spin away from him. He heard
the grinding of gears, opened his eyes and gave a gasp. They were moving!
Xander
shot back and the sudden movement caused the cradle to rock precariously. Spike
smiled at him. “Trust me?” He said for the third time that night. There was a spark of mischief behind the words.
“I’m
semi-nude with evil undead on a crane platform, and he says trust me! You’re going to get us both dead.”
“It’s
quite safe,” but as Spike stood, the platform lurched and swung further. He laughed to the wind, “Smell that
adrenalin, pet,” he growled. There were
definite advantages to having a human lover.
The curse didn’t worry Spike much.
It had relieved him of his burden of the Slayer and solved both their
problems in one fell swoop.
He
stopped the cradle, bent over, held the young man’s face between his cool
palms, and whispered, “Suck me off.”
For
a moment, Xander was frozen to the spot.
In some ways, this was truly a curse. He knew his fear was turning the
vampire on big time. But that the curse
was in effect meant, that Spike loved him and wouldn’t put him in any real
danger. Like the corkscrew roller
coaster at Disney World, it was fear to be enjoyed and, “Yeah, okay. Its all
systems go with the trust, here,” he thought.
He
undid the large silver buckle and slid the wide leather belt free. He pushed each button of Spike’s fly through
its hole and freed the vampire’s pale cock from the stiff denim of his
jeans. He moistened his lips and blew
hot air onto the tip. Spike threw his
head back and inhaled sharply.
Xander
ran his tongue from the root, nestled behind dark, coarse hair, to the
head. He gently pulled back the
foreskin and licked the salty slit.
More sighs told him that he was making his lover feel really good.
Leaning
back against the side, Spike held onto the chains and thrust his hips
forward. He nudged Xander’s lips open
with the head of his cock, smearing them with pre cum. Xander opened his mouth
and swallowed his lover whole. Their
movements set the crane’s cradle swinging once more, now some twenty feet above
the car pound.
“Oh
you are so good at giving head! Yeah
that’s right. Do it. Do it for me.”
On
his knees in front of his lover, Xander took in the scents around him. In the background was diesel oil, but mainly
what he could smell was Spike. He
adored Spike’s aroma, tobacco and leather, mixed with a spicy tang that was all
his own. It drove him wild with desire.
He
felt the ridges of Spike’s cock with his tongue, the vein, the foreskin and the
bulbous head, slippery with spit. He
suckled at it and Spike buried his hands in his hair, begging him not to stop. He knew Spike wasn’t going to cum this
way. As a vampire, some of his systems
were just too sluggish, but it was fun to tease and he knew what his undead
lover liked. He caressed the soft
velvety ball sac and ran a spit-slick finger along the perineum. It was tight inside Spike’s jeans but
eventually Xander found what he was looking for. He pushed his finger against Spike’s puckered opening and
received another gasp of delight.
Somehow,
under the onslaught of fingers and tongue, Spike managed to press the up button
and they were on their way again. The
wind tugged at his hair and coat, adding to his erotic pleasure. He stopped the cradle, now more than sixty
feet above the ground and pulled himself from Xander’s hardworking mouth.
“I
think you should kneel for this, Sweetmeat,” he suggested gently, stroking his
lover’s damp cheek.
Xander
stood and was immediately buffeted by the wind. His shirt billowed in the breeze and his pulse raced as he undid
his chinos. He slid both pants and
boxers down his thighs and knelt on all fours, presenting the globes of his
arse to the night and his lover.
They
had no lube but they had become experienced lovers and knew each other well.
Spike coated his index finger in saliva.
The platform swayed in the wind as he introduced that spit-wet finger to
Xander’s burning hole. He pushed
gently, at the same time running his other hand lightly over the brunet’s cock
and balls, causing Xander to pull forward.
He pierced the strong ring of muscle and began to finger fuck his
lover. “Is that okay?” He whispered but Xander just whimpered in
reply.
Another
finger. Xander winced at the sharp stinging and then cried out, “OH YES!” Spike had found his prostate. He stroked that magic gland and Xander saw
stars.
Spike
pulled back and spread Xander’s arse cheeks wide to watch his fingers appear
and disappear, in and out of that hot, moist space. He pressed in a third and his lover groaned, dipping his head
onto the cool metal. The vampire
scissored his fingers to stretch Xander as much as he could, preparing him,
making him ready to receive rock hard cock.
He
withdrew his fingers slowly and Xander moaned at the loss. He spat on his hand, “China, help me here,”
he said and Xander added to the pool.
Spike rubbed the mixture onto the head of his cock and pressed against
his lover.
Xander
pushed out as Spike’s cool phallus entered him. He closed his eyes against the pain, hissed through gritted teeth
and held his breath. When he finally
let go, it was to sob, “More! Oh, God Spike! Please!”
Spike
inched his cock, with agonising slowness, deeper and deeper, until he was
embedded to the hilt. His lover’s
searing heat seemed to envelope his entire being. He began to fuck, using long smooth strokes and Xander’s grunts
of pleasure-pain spurred him on. “So
good!” He thought. The swaying of the platform just added to
the sea of sensation. Nothing could
beat this, screwing beneath the stars, suspended above the ground with the wind
kissing your skin. It was like flying.
Xander
opened his eyes. The platform moved
from side to side as Spike thrust in and out of his body. He braced himself against the floor of the
cradle and breathed hard as he watched the sky rise and fall in front of
him. Occasionally it would wink out all
together when Spike’s cock struck that special place buried in his gut. It was amazing, being screwed in the open
air, hanging from a crane jib. Anyone
still up was getting one hell of a show.
He
felt Spike’s fingers close around his shaft and his lover began to wank him in
time with his fucking. Xander felt his
balls tighten and his stomach turn over.
“I’m going to cum, already!” He
thought, “Oh no! Too soon. Too soon!”
He began to think of horrible things to try and stave off orgasm but it
was no good. The welter of sensations
overtook him and he let out an extended scream. His cries of ecstasy reverberated over Sunnydale.
Two,
three, four times, his abdomen contracted and pearls of creamy white cum shot
over Spike’s hand and onto the floor of the cradle.
“I’m
sorry. I’m sorry,” he panted between
gasps but Spike just shushed him and offered his hand for Xander to lick clean.
“Shh! Come on, it’s my turn now. Just enjoy the ride!”
He
pulled his lover backwards until Xander was kneeling astride him, without once
breaking contact. Spike leaned behind
and started the cradle one more time.
He ran his hands up Xander’s tanned back and in a voice rich with sexual
tension said, “Ride me!”
Xander
obliged. He slid his body, still trembling
from the power of his orgasm, up and down the length of Spike’s cool
shaft. He set up a rhythm to match the
swinging of the cradle and drove down into his lover’s lap so that his arse
cheeks touched the vampire’s balls.
Spike
slid his arm around the young man’s waist, feeling his abs flex and contract
with the effort of their rutting. He
wrapped the other across Xander’s throat and pulled back his head to expose the
neck. Xander’s blood surged through his
arteries and Spike could see the pulse point throb beneath the skin.
“Trust
me?” He asked. There was no hesitation in the reply.
“Yes! YES!”
Xander’s eyes were closed and his head thrown back in abandon.
Spike
vamped out and sank his fangs into Xander’s jugular. There was no pain for either of them, just exquisite
passion. Hot, vital blood hit the back
of the vampire’s throat and that sent him over the edge. He cried out and came, long and hard,
shooting semen into Xander’s innermost depths.
Xander
exploded again without ejaculating, and yelled his dry orgasm to the night. The
platform juddered to a halt nearly one hundred feet in the air. The safety switch engaged and it began it’s
decent, “I love you, William,” said Xander once he had enough strength to do
so. He pulled himself from the vampire
and began to sort out his clothing.
“Hey
when is a curse not a curse?” Spike
asked.
Xander
shook his head.
“When
it’s a blessing,” and he placed a chaste kiss on the young man’s cheek.
They were no sooner at ground level and
relatively decent when Spike made a sudden lunge, quicker than the human eye,
and in his grasp was a small demon. It
was the Kashnae they’d been hunting before their sexual interlude on a crane
platform.
“Little
buggers feed on pheromones,” he explained, “we got this one good and stuffed
with all that activity,” and he nodded at the sky. He winked at Xander who was blushing to the roots of his
hair. “I think it’s sated now,” and he
began to stride out of the car pound with the demon under his arm.
“It’s
not the only one!” Thought Xander. He sighed and followed his lover, limping
slightly. He was counting his
blessings. It didn’t take long - there was only the one.