Rating: NC-17 (it’s a little smutty)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns all.
I’m teaching him to share!
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Archive: Let’s see if y’all like it first, hmm?
Author’s Note: Spike is all chip-less and soulful.
Other than that, it’s AU all the way.
And let’s not forget: Loads of thanks, hugs and naked Spike
cookies to Mel, for both the beta-ing and the words of wisdom. (smile)
Not Just a Spell
by Nash
Xander hovered in the doorway of his bedroom, watching the
object of his affection lounging on the sofa reading a
magazine. He could do this. He’d faced God-knows-how-many
monsters, a bona fide Hell God, and one very scary Willow,
he could ask the Big Bad to go out with him. Piece of cake.
If maybe the cake was laced with arsenic and full of razor
blades. Right. Deep breath. Here we go. Be goofy yet adorable,
be goofy yet adorable…
“Hey!”
Spike looked up from the latest issue of Rolling Stone
growling at the interruption.
“What?” he snapped.
“Wanna go play some pool?” Xander couldn’t hide the hopeful,
mildly nervous tone evident in his question.
“Why?” The blond seemed to be genuinely puzzled.
“Because it would be fun!”
Instead of replying, Spike just looked at Xander suspiciously.
The brunet smiled at him engagingly and sing-songed, “I’ll
even buy you beer!”
The vampire sprawled on his couch just shrugged. He was
getting bored anyway, a round of pool would help him pass the
time. “Fine. We’ll play pool.”
All night long Xander was attentive and friendly, and much to
his surprise Spike found that the whelp was good company when
he wanted to be.
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Xander looked at his vampire and smiled to himself. He had fun
last night and he was sure that Spike had also enjoyed himself
so he was angling for a repeat performance.
“Hey, Spike,” he greeted the vampire cheerfully.
“What do you want?” came the irritated reply.
“Wanna go to The Bronze with me?” Xander asked, smiling as
prettily as he could, while Spike emitted his put-upon,
long-suffering sigh.
The vampire looked him over before asking resignedly “Are you
going to hound me til we play pool again?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” the boy said, flashing his patented
aren’t-I-adorable smile that always worked on Willow.
“Fine. But you’re buying me the good beer. None of that nasty
local stuff.”
Hearing that, Xander tried really hard not to bounce.
“Whatever you say, Soulboy. Get a move on then.”
What followed was a repeat of the previous night with Xander
being friendly and attentive. In fact, if Spike didn’t know
better he’d swear that the whelp was flirting with him. But
that was impossible. The boy was straight as they come, and
anyway, he hated vampires generally, him in particular.
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<24 hours later>
Xander was once again hovering near the vampire. Over the last
couple of nights he’d become more confident that Spike liked
him and he had decided that tonight would be the night he
would actually make an overt move on Spike and hope to all
that was good (and evil!) that the blond would respond. So,
here we go, big smile, aaaaaaaand action!
“Oh, Spiiiike, watcha doin’?”
The vampire glared at him. “Fuck it. What do you want whelp?
What’s up your stupid Hawaiian sleeve? Are you deliberately
trying to drive me mad?”
Xander smiled softly at Spike’s exasperated tone, secure in
the knowledge that what he had up his ‘stupid Hawaiian sleeve’
was something they would both enjoy. “Actually, no. Wanna go
grab a beer?”
Spike openly stared at Xander as if he’d completely lost his
mind. “Have you completely lost your tiny little mind?”
“Just ‘cause I wanna get a beer with you?” the brunet asked,
pretending to be confused.
“Well, yes! You hate me remember?”
“Aw, don’t say that. I don’t hate you anymore. So, you coming
with?” Xander asked hopefully.
“Right. Will you excuse me a minute?” Spike used his patented
keep-Dru-calm voice.
Big, brown eyes smiled at him expectantly. “Sure. But we’re
going out after, right?
“Yup, whatever you want, pet.” Still speaking soothingly, the
vampire backed away warily, grabbing the phone as he went to
his room where he quickly dialed Willow’s number.
“Red? Did you put any kind of mojo on the whelp?” he asked
worriedly and immediately moved the receiver to a safe
distance as the witch yelled indignantly in his ear.
“I did not! I don’t do that anymore! When will everyone
understand that?”
“No need to yell now,” he immediately tried to placate her.
“Sorry, it’s still a touchy subject. What’s up with Xander?”
Willow asked earnestly.
“He’s been acting funny. Being all friendly-like,” Spike
explained.
“So?”
Spike glared at the phone, wondered if he'd somehow stumbled
into an alternate reality where he and Xander were the best of
friends, and resumed the conversation. “So, why would he do
that?” he asked in measured tones.
“'Cause he likes you maybe?" Willow ventured a guess.
“Red, the whelp doesn’t like me. Now please tell the nice
vampire what’s going on." For the second time that night Spike
used a tone of voice usually reserved for Dru during one of
her fits.
“Fine. It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, there’s this curse thing, 'cause Xander did a spell
when we were in school. Not a big spell really, a little spell
, but well, Goddess Diana got kinda upset, and she only wanted
to teach him about real love you know? So, it’s not really a
curse as such, more like a love charm, and so every year, for
the two days before and on the day of Valentine’s Day, Xander
gradually gets the courage to act on his feel…attraction, yeah
that’s it, attraction, to someone. Peaks on V-day and should
be over by tomorrow. Yeah. That’s it. The whole story. Not
leaving even a tiny little detail out. No sirree.”
It took Spike about a minute to sort through all that. Willow
in babble-mode never ceased to confuse him.
“But wait, you said attraction, right? So it can’t be me
'cause the boy’s not gay.”
“Well…actually he is bisexual.”
“What the fuck do you mean, he’s bisexual?” the vampire yelled
angrily.
The door opened and Xander’s head popped into the room.
“Everything okay in here?” he asked worriedly.
“F-fine, pet, be out in a minute,” Spike stuttered.
“Okie-dokie,” Xander smiled and agreed easily.
The vampire sighed and returned to his conversation with
Willow.
“So, you’re telling me that some stuck-up Goddess got upset
about some spell he did when he was in high school and now the
resident demon-magnet has an irresistible urge to shag the
body he’s attracted to? And he’s bisexual? And you didn’t
think to let the hot, male vampire flatmate know this?” his
voice rising steadily with each word and ending in a very loud
growl.
“No need to yell!” Willow huffed.
“I’ll yell if I bloody well want to!” Spike just yelled louder
“There’s no reason to be so upset, Spike. It’s not like it’s
such a hardship to hang out with Xander!”
Spike reconsidered the alternate dimension theory.
“Have you all gone crazy? That’s it, I’m calling the Watcher.”
“No! He doesn’t know!" Willow screeched desperately.
“He doesn’t know? The whelp is under some kind of love spell
and the Watcher doesn’t know?”
“He was rather upset at Xander at the time and we didn’t want
to make it worse. And it’s a love charm,” she emphasized.
“How did he cover it all these years, anyway?”
“Anya.”
“Oh. Forgot about the demon chit. So, she dumps him and I
get lucky…”
Xander popped his head back in and pouted prettily at the
vampire. “Spiiiiiiike, come on! I wanna go out!” he whined.
“I’m coming, whelp! Gimme a bloody minute, will you? Red, he
better not stake me after the spell is finished or I swear
I’m coming back to haunt you!”
“It’s not a spell, it’s a…”
Spike slammed the phone down and got up. Just give the boy
what he wants. Not so tough. Right, game plan: Go out with the
whelp. Enjoy yourself. Did it the past couple of nights,
didn’t you?
Spike grabbed his jacket on the way out the door. “Come on
then, pet, night’s not getting any younger.”
This time when Xander flirted, Spike flirted right back. And
when the brunet checked out his ass, he went right ahead and
pressed it against the boy. He was pleasantly surprised at
what Harris did when encouraged - he went for all the flirty
touches, holding his hand or touching his lower back to guide
him through the crowd, letting their fingers touch when
passing him a beer, touching his forearm when he leaned in to
talk to him, whispering in his ear instead of shouting at him
to be heard over the noise of the club. Being the sole focus
of Xander Harris’s *positive* attention was an experience to
be savored.
After a pleasant and, in Spike’s opinion, thoroughly
entertaining evening, the boys made their way back to the
apartment. Xander walked through the front door continuing
his story. “And then Buffy turned around and screeched ‘This
is my favourite skirt! It’s suede!’ and then she did this
spin-kick, and she kicked his head right…” Turning around to
demonstrate, Xander found himself chest-to-chest with a
smiling vampire. “…off…”
His voice trailed off as he became fascinated with the shape
of Spike’s smiling mouth. His thoughts dwindled down to
‘pretty lips, pretty smile, pretty vampire’ and he couldn’t
stop himself from tremulously asking, “Spike, please, can I
kiss you?”
Spike’s smile widened. “Sure, pet.”
“Good…that’s good.” Xander leaned in and closed his eyes, his
lips barely touching that smiling mouth.
“Pet?”
“Shh…this is the best part.”
After a few moments he closed the distance and placed a soft
kiss on Spike’s lips. A satisfied little smile later, he came
back for more, tracing the blond’s lips with his tongue,
slipping it into the cool mouth and exploring it as thoroughly
as possible. The kiss soon turned hot and intense, tongues
stroking, each one trying to devour the other.
Xander broke away to breathe and started trailing open mouthed
kisses down Spike’s neck, nibbling and licking the flesh. He
didn’t register at first that the hands that had been holding
him close started pushing him away. He vaguely heard a voice
calling his name, asking him to stop. Silly voice, why stop
when it felt so good? He gently bit the flesh before him in
retaliation before soothing it with his tongue.
Suddenly he was sprawled on the hard floor, looking up at
Spike who, oddly enough, was breathing. Raggedly. Blue eyes
wide and staring at him in shock. What happened? He was
kissing the vampire and then, Xander no, stop. Oh.
Spike wanted him to stop. He’d said no. Didn’t want him.
Xander tried to pull himself together, his voice thick with
unshed tears “I’m sorry. Spike, I’m sorry. I…it…it won’t
happen again.”
“What? Xander, no, that’s not what I…”
“Look, don’t worry about it, really. It’s nothing. I’ll just,
I think I’ll turn in for the night.”
As he was speaking Xander crawled the few steps to his room.
Couldn’t get up. Hurt too much to get up. Spike said no. He’d
said stop. Didn’t want him. Stupid Xander, stupid, stupid,
why would he want you?
“Xander, wait, please wait!” the vampire cried desperately.
“It’s okay, Spike, won’t happen again. Promise. Don’t worry.”
The bedroom door closed with a bang. Spike even heard the key
turning in the lock. He moved to stand close to it. Heard the
muffled crying. Heard the whispering. “Stupid, stupid, stupid
Xander, doesn’t want you, had Angelus and Drusilla and Buffy,
why would he want you? Not you, never you…”
“Oh, bloody hell.” Spike stood there staring at the door.
What if the spell was still affecting him? Red. Red ’ll know.
He grabbed the phone and dialed. “Willow?” The vampire’s
rising panic was evident even in only that word.
“Hmm? Spike? Why are you calling me this time of night?” she
asked sleepily.
“I think I broke Xander!” he exclaimed anxiously, still
staring at the closed bedroom door.
“You did what?” she screeched.
“It’s not my fault! All I wanted to do was tell him to quit
for a minute and he broke down!” Spike babbled.
“Spike, why would you want him to stop?” Willow asked,
confused.
“'CauseIdidn’twantittobejustthespell,” the vampire mumbled.
“What?”
Spike sighed; he really didn’t want to have this conversation.
“'Cause I didn’t want it to be just the spell,” he repeated
more slowly.
He heard Willow sigh.
“Spike, you’re an idiot.”
“I am not!” He waited a beat. “Why am I an idiot?”
“’Cause it’s obvious that Xander has a crush on you! Has had
for a few months now,” she explained.
“No, he doesn’t! He hates me! He only wants me ‘cause of the
spell,” Spike insisted.
“He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t know how to act around
you. Every time he tries to be friendly, you think he’s up to
something. And I told you it was a love charm! It’s supposed
to help him find the courage to go after someone he already
wants, not make him lust after them!” Willow sighed. “Look,
Spike, I don’t know what you did, but you better fix it. I
really don’t wanna have to come at you with a shovel, okay?
G’night.”
“Red, wait!” Spike cried out even as he heard the 'click!’.
He shook the phone in frustration. What the hell was he
supposed to do to fix this! And what did a shovel have to do
with anything?
“Right. When in doubt, go for classic.”
Spike started hunting around the apartment for the things he
needed to put his plan into action. Forty-five minutes and a
quick trip to an all-night store later, he was done. And he
had thought of the perfect way to get Xander out of his room.
“Xander? Look, sorry to bother you, pet, but Willow’s out here
and she’s crying. I dunno what to do about it.”
Within a few seconds the door was open and Xander was
frantically asking a non-existent Willow what was wrong. Spike
took in the red-rimmed eyes and the disheveled appearance of
the boy and felt his chest constrict. I did that. I made him
cry. Red was right, I’m an idiot. Then he noticed that all
Xander wore was a pair of red silk boxers.
At the same time, Xander was looking around the living room
in confusion. There was no Willow, but there were lit candles
everywhere, their flickering light the only illumination in
the room. Jazz music was playing softly in the background.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
Spike didn’t even realize that Xander was talking. He was too
busy staring and deeply appreciating the sight before him.
“Spike!”
“Huh? What?”
Shaking his head in exasperation, Xander repeated his question
Spike took a deep unneeded breath and started explaining the
misunderstanding. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about
before. I…”
Previously hopeful eyes turned flat again at the vampire’s
apology. “Spike, I told you, you don’t have to apologize. You
didn’t want that to happen, and you had every right to say so”
As he was talking, Xander walked backwards and into his room.
But Spike had had enough. He grabbed the boy and shoved him
against the doorframe, holding an arm across his chest and a
hand over his mouth.
“Oh, bloody hell, whelp. Will you shut up and listen? I’m
sorry I asked you to stop because you did stop, you idiot!
I didn’t mean ‘stop completely’. I just wanted you to stop for
all of five minutes so I could be sure you didn’t want me just
‘cause of some stupid spell! I like you. I set this whole
stupid thing up for you, you pillock! I even got you chocolate
, more fool me. What? What’s that you said?”
“Mf mhaid hmm mke yh tff.”
Spike removed his hand from the boy’s mouth just long enough
for him to smile brilliantly and repeat, “I said, I like you,
too.”
“That…that’s good. So, wanna come out here and have some of
that nice chocolate I got for you?” the vampire asked
encouragingly.
Xander nodded enthusiastically and Spike bestowed a soft kiss
on the happy youth as he let him go.
“Just gimme a minute to get some clothes on.”
Spike grabbed Xander again and dragged him away from the room.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not letting you go in there again!
Well, not without me that is. ‘Sides, I like how you look with
those on.”
A blushing Xander allowed himself to be herded to the living
room and sat down before the coffee table which was presently
covered with a white table cloth and a few candles. The
centerpiece was a huge, heart-shaped box of chocolate.
Spike settled onto the couch behind Xander and pulled the boy
back against him and into his arms. He immediately started
nuzzling his neck, kissing and licking his way down to the
young man’s shoulder.
“Spike? I thought you said we should stop this for a while?” Xander
asked nervously.
The blond barely even paused his ministrations, answering
against Xander’s skin, sending shivers down the brunet’s spine
“That was before. Don’t wanna stop now.”
Hands came into play, exploring, teasing, moving slowly but
inexorably downwards. Xander shuddered at the sensations
elicited by Spike’s extremely talented hands, and arched into
the contact. As he moved back into Spike, the heart-shaped box
caught his eye. He immediately grabbed the vampire’s hands,
holding them away from his body.
“Spike, chocolate! You got me chocolate!” he exclaimed
excitedly.
The blond groaned in frustration and dropped his forehead onto
Xander’s shoulder. “How can you think of chocolate at a time
like this?” he asked desperately.
Turning around in Spike’s arms, the boy kissed him thoroughly
before replying. “’Cause it’s chocolate, of course. Wanna feed
me some?”
The blond whined, “No, wanna kiss you.”
Xander grinned, and replied, “You can do both! Neat little
trick I learned from Anya.”
He leaned over, grabbed the box, and selected a chocolate.
“Now, hold half of it with your teeth, don’t bite it, just
hold it,” he directed.
With a long-suffering sigh, the vampire followed the boy’s
instructions. Xander straddled Spike’s legs, cupped his face
with his hands, and started nibbling on the chocolate until he
reached the mouth holding it. He then proceeded to lick the
lips clean of any chocolate traces before reaching inside. His
tongue explored, learning Spike’s taste, and looking for every
last bit of the delicious sweet. By the time he was finished,
the vampire was moaning and pulling him close to his body so
that they were flush against each other. Xander drew back
and smiled.
“More?”
“Hell, yeah!”
The next hour was spent slowly consuming the chocolate. By the
time the box was empty, Spike’s hands had wandered down inside
Xander’s boxer shorts to cup and massage his ass, and they
were both thrusting and grinding slowly against each other.
Spike slipped a finger between the firm cheeks and rubbed it
against the boy’s pucker. The result was instantaneous as
Xander moaned into the kiss and pushed against the questing
finger.
“Like that, pet?” Spike purred.
“Oh, God, yeah. More Spike, please…”
Laughing softly, the vampire pushed the boy upwards. “On your
knees, Xan, come on.”
Lifting himself onto his knees, Xander found that his cock was
now level with the vampire’s mouth. The hands left his ass to
push down his shorts and suddenly Spike was licking the hollow
next to his hipbone while a finger traced his mouth.
“Lick it, pet,” Spike whispered huskily.
Xander immediately allowed the digit into his mouth twirling
his tongue around it and sucking on it. A few seconds later
the finger was back teasing his hole, stroking, and circling,
and pushing in. Feeling the finger reaching inside him, Xander
pushed back and then forward, thrusting his cock right into a
cool, wet mouth that immediately started a light sucking
action, just strong enough to drive him crazy.
“Spike, I need…ah…more, just…oh yeah…more please.”
With a final lick, the mouth was removed.
"More what, love?"
Xander groaned at the loss of contact "More…your mouth…more,"
he babbled.
A shudder traveled the length of Xander's body as Spike laved
the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock before sucking
the head between his lips. Hands gravitated towards the
vampire’s head, threading through his hair, and holding him
close. Pulling back, Spike licked the head, his tongue dipping
into the slit. By that time, Xander was moaning continuously.
"Like that, do you? What about this?" Spike lowered his mouth
to engulf the boy's straining cock in one swift move. Xander
screamed and thrust into the cool wetness.
"God, Spike! Want…," he moaned as the blond swallowed around
his shaft. "Need to see you. Wanna fuck you Spike, wanna come
inside you…"
Spike pulled off Xander. “Ins…”
The vampire hastily unbuttoned the fly on his worn jeans and
tried to pull them down without dislodging the brunet. When he
realised that was impossible he growled and raised his head to
look pleadingly at Xander. Before he knew it, the boy was off
the couch pulling off his boots and attacking his jeans,
dragging them down as fast as possible. When he finally
removed them, he knelt between Spike’s legs and trailed his
mouth down the cock before him, pausing to suck and lick his
balls. Xander pulled him to the edge of the couch and pushed
his legs further apart and upwards, with a terse instruction
to ‘hold them up’, before continuing his exploration of the
vampire's body.
Spike held his legs up, knees touching his shoulders, and
groaned harshly as Xander finally tongued his hole. Hearing
that, the boy stopped and turned his own words against him.
"Like that, do you?" he asked huskily.
"Fuck, yes!"
Xander smiled and returned to his task. Spike could feel a hot
wet tongue licking and probing, and then stabbing inside him.
When he could no longer think straight, the tongue retreated.
Spike couldn’t hold back a growl as he opened golden eyes to
look at the human.
“Where the Hell do you think you’re going?” he growled.
“Need lube. Told you, I wanna come inside you.”
A few seconds later he was back and Spike opened his eyes to
see his boy standing there just looking at him with this
part-hungry, part-awed expression in his eyes.
“God, Spike, do you know how hot you look? Sitting there,
holding yourself open for me,” he whispered reverently.
Spike closed his eyes against the intensity of that gaze, and
then felt a finger exploring his groin. Much like the mouth
before, the finger started at the crown of his cock and moved
down slowly towards his balls, pausing a little to trace and
circle before moving on. The contact was lost for a minute
before the finger returned, slicked up and tracing his hole.
After what seemed like ages of teasing touches the finger was
finally pushing inside him, and the burn had just started to
feel good when it was withdrawn a few moments later. Spike’s
growl at the retreat changed to a whimper when Xander
returned, pushing a second finger in alongside the first.
“There—yes. Oh, yeah, pet, just like that," he muttered
breathlessly.
By the time Xander was done preparing him, Spike was twitching
impatiently, pleading, begging him to fuck him, please now.
And then he was there, pushing inside him, so hot he thought
he might spontaneously combust.
Xander thrust into Spike until he was fully sheathed in the
cool body. He groaned at the tightness and leaned in to kiss
Spike just as the vampire wrapped his legs around his waist.
Unable to stay still, he pulled almost completely out and
thrust back in fully.
“Spike…so tight…can’t hold out…”
The vampire grabbed the boy’s ass and tried to pull him even
closer to him. “’S okay, pet, just fuck me…hard and fast…”
he said, the urgency in his voice lending credence to his
words.
Full body shudder and Xander started moving in earnest, cock
sliding in and out as hard and fast and deep as he could go.
The only sound in the room was the ragged breathing and grunts
of the lovers, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Until
Spike clenched his muscles around the hard cock inside him and
Xander buried his face in his vampire’s neck, screaming his
release. The sound of his lover coming was the catalyst that
pushed Spike over the edge a split second before Xander
collapsed against him.
A few moments later, Spike shifted them both so that they were
lying comfortably on the couch, settling the brunet on top of
him.
“That was…that was good,” Xander sighed softly.
“Was more than *good*, pet,” Spike corrected.
“True, true,” the human mumbled, already half-asleep.
“So, what’s this I hear about a spell, then…”
Xander immediately tensed and raised himself to look at his
lover, eyes wide with surprise and fear. “Oh, God, Spike,
please tell me you don’t think this was just because of a
spell!”
The vampire just shrugged, his face remaining expressionless
and sending the boy away in a panic, leaping from the couch to
stand in front of him, glaring down at him and screaming.
“Don’t you dare tell me you think this was spell-induced. I’ve
wanted you for months, damn it. Not my fault you’re blind as a
bat. All the spell did was give me the courage to act on it,
you…you git! And it wasn’t even a spell it was a stupid love
charm.”
Xander paused in his tirade and breathed in deeply. As his
anger dissolved all that was left was weariness and hurt. He
tried to keep both out of his voice. “You know what? Fine. You
want this to be because of a spell so you can forget about it?
That's just fine. Excuse me if I don’t want to sit here and
listen to your ‘it never happened’ speech.”
He turned to leave only to find that Spike had leaped from the
couch and moved in front of him to stop him going anywhere.
The vampire commenced to speak in a soothing voice. “Now wait
just one minute. I never said I wanted to write this off, so
stop putting words in my mouth. What I was going to say was
that if you’re sure this whole thing wasn’t spell-induced,
maybe we should give it a chance to be more than a one-night
thing…if you wanted.”
For the second time that night Xander’s mood switched from
despair to absolute happiness.
“You mean that? Really?” he asked hopefully.
Spike smiled. “Yeah, pet, really.” He then frowned at the
brunet and continued, “We really gotta work on your self-
esteem, Xan. You can’t keep thinking I’m trying to dump you
if we’re gonna make a go of this.”
Shifting from a megawatt grin to a suggestive leer, Xander
nodded happily and pointed towards his bedroom. “Wanna show me
how much you appreciate me in there?”
Spike matched his boy’s leer with one of his own, and started
towards the bedroom. “Don’t see why not. Come on then, shift
that pretty arse of yours, I wanna play.”
The End
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