Disclaimer: It may come as a surprise but I'm not Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy and therefore I do not own Spike or any of his many shagging and verbal sparring partners. I weep for the injustice of it all and play with these characters in the fiction I write because this is pretty much all the fun I have.

Beta'd by kitty_poker1

For snowpuppies, Happy belated birthday!

Diapers and Wet Dreams

by
Eyezrthewindows

Angel grabbed Spike by the scruff of the neck and shoved him into the wall of the alley. He breathed into the side of his neck, licked where the jugular and his dormant pulse lay and ground his erection into Spike's ass.

"Ah, Spike, good of you to visit. You should stop by more often. A man might think you don't like him the way you don't write, don't call."

Spike growled, making every effort to try to get loose from Angel's grasp but all he succeeded in doing was rubbing his backside into Angel's cock. He groaned softly, face pressed into the brick roughly. "You ponce, let me go. I wasn't doing anything! You can get off me, you know. We're not Angelus and William anymore, right? Don't have to do this..."

Angel chuckled and reached around to undo the buttons of Spike's fly. "Oh, I think you know we do, boy. It's Valentine's day. It's tradition. Can't go against tradition, now can we? Besides, I don't think you really have as much fight in you as you're pretending to have. You want this, probably as much as I do."

Spike rolled his eyes even as he growled his displeasure. "Sod you, Angel. We've not done that in a century. Don't know what you're on about. You're an insane nutter."

"Think it's time to reinstate a few traditions, boy. Starting with this one."

Angel pushed Spike's pants down and said, "Off with the duster if you don't want it ripped from you."

Spike hurriedly complied and tossed his prized duster on the side of a dumpster a few feet away. He swallowed, face once again pressed into the wall as Angel caressed what he'd found beneath the jeans. "What are you going to do?"

Angel grinned and worked a finger beneath the white cloth tight around Spike's waist. "Ah, Spike, you did remember."

Spike moaned and pushed back into the finger trying to invade him. He spread his legs as far as his jeans allowed, clenched his fingers against the brick, shut his eyes. He sighed, "'Course I did, wanker. What do you think I'm doing here in this get up? It's not exactly manly. Or my personal choice for every day wear."

"Are they under your shirt?"

Spike sighed again moving restlessly between the wall and the hulking form of his sire behind him. "Yeah. Want I should remove my shirt so you can look your fill?"

"Oh, yes," Angel breathed, standing back a little for Spike to maneuver.

And once Spike was naked, save for what he'd had hidden beneath his clothing, Angel couldn't keep his hands to himself. He ran a hand down Spike's back between his shoulder blades, between the little feathered wings that hung down his back, secured by straps over his shoulders. His other hand squeezed a muscled buttock through the cloth diaper Spike was wearing.

Angel then noticed something unusual. His eyebrows rose and he grinned wickedly as he examined first his finger then Spike's skin. "What's this, boy?"

"What's what?" Spike strained back, trying to get Angel's hands moving again. "Will you do something? We don't have all night, remember?"

Angel rubbed the soft skin of Spike's flank and some of the sparkling glitter came off on his hands. It smelled faintly fruity, like candy. "You're all...shiny. I like it. Is it edible?"

Spike laughed breathlessly. "'Course it is. What kind of idiot do you take me for, anyway?"

Angel licked the back of Spike's neck and down one shoulder, then opened his trousers quickly and let his erection spring out into his hand. He groaned and rubbed himself against the diaper-clad ass. "Nice," he hissed.

He pushed the diaper down just far enough to access Spike's entrance and pushed a finger inside him. "God, boy, you've even prepared yourself in advance."

Spike grinned cheekily and threw a coy glance over his shoulder at Angel. "Yes, I did. Now get on with it."

"Bossy little bastard, aren't you?"

"Learned from the best," Spike retorted, eyes fluttering shut as Angel shoved his prick inside him without any more delay. "God, I missed this."

Angel pushed inside completely, balls resting against Spike's ass cheeks, and let himself savour how it felt to be inside Spike once again after so long. He dropped his forehead against Spike's quivering, glittered shoulder and groaned as he slowly withdrew his prick and then slid inside again. He nibbled on the younger vampire's shoulder enjoying the sweet fruity taste and the taste of Spike underneath.

Spike dropped his head forward and clenched around Angel's cock.

Angel gasped and began to move faster.

Before too long they were moving together, Spike back into Angel, Angel forward into Spike, speeding up because they couldn't control themselves any longer.

Angel latched onto Spike's hips, fingers finding the edges of the diaper and playing with it as he fucked Spike, who spread his legs and wordlessly begged for more.

Spike suddenly inhaled sharply and shoved back against Angel hard as he exploded inside the front of the diaper still covering his groin.

Angel watched as much of Spike's orgasm as he could and then began to pound into the fluttering tunnel he was encased in. He came after a dozen more thrusts and slammed himself into Spike's backside as far and as deep as he could as he spent himself inside him.

Angel pulled out and dropped to his knees, immediately beginning to clean Spike's ass with his tongue. The lube was flavourless, just as he'd wanted. He hadn't desired any other taste than himself and Spike.

Spike groaned weakly, fingernails scratched the brick loudly over his own panting. The front of the diaper was wet with his cum and felt sticky to his overly sensitive cock. His pants were at his ankles, keeping his legs from parting further to allow Angel more room to maneuver. He moaned his displeasure but Angel licked him as thoroughly as he wanted despite the hindrance of the denim.

When Angel was finished with him, he stood up, turned Spike around and plundered his mouth, one hand going down to the diaper's front and slipping inside to touch the rehardening prick inside. His fist moved easily over the damp cock, fist slick with Spike's semen.

Xander gasped and woke up just as he orgasmed in his boxers, shuddering out the rest of his completion in disbelief. He lay there panting, heart racing, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling pipes.

He swallowed.

What the hell was that?

He'd dreamed about Spike and Angel. Spike and Angel.

And Spike had been dressed like Cupid. He'd been wearing a diaper and tiny wings. And, what was up with the glitter?

Angel had fucked Spike and judging by his own body's response he'd liked it quite a bit.

The fuck?

He grimaced as he shifted and felt the evidence of his enjoyment of the dream. He quickly cast a nervous glance at the still vampire tied up to his barcalounger and sighed with relief as he seemed to be asleep.

Quickly, he crept from the bed and grabbed some new boxers before heading off to the bathroom for a quick wash. He grimaced, hobbling awkwardly as the stickiness in the front of his underwear slid down one thigh.

When the door shut, Spike opened his eyes, licked his lips and moved his hand to the bulging front of his jeans.

He couldn't imagine what the dream had been about but the boy smelled bloody delicious and had cum beautifully into his shorts because of it.

He shifted and debated whether he should pull himself out and toss off right then or wait and give Harris a show.

He grinned slowly as he heard Xander washing up briskly in the bathroom.

Or better yet...

When Xander came out, he glanced at the chair where Spike was supposed to be and then did a double take as he saw the snapped ropes and lack of vampire.

He swallowed and took a step back. "Spike? What the hell are you doing?"

Spike chuckled...from behind him, and he bit back a girly shriek.

"Nice dream, was it?"

Xander's entire body suffused with heat, face burning and red in the darkness. "I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't wanna be tied up, fine, I can't keep you there, but I want to go back to sleep and I'm going to bed, so..."

He started back to his bed and made a few steps before a hand clamped down on his bicep and he was pulled into Spike's body and a hard cock met his ass.

He groaned low in his throat before he could stop himself.

"Well, well, well, isn't this interesting? Your little wet dream wouldn't happen to have been about me, would it? Hmmm?" He breathed against the damp skin of Xander's neck, eliciting a shudder. He ground his cock into Xander's ass enjoying the feeling of firm muscles clenching against him. "Came in your sleep, must've been some dream..." He chuckled low in his throat. "Those are the best kind, aren't they?"

Xander swallowed, forcing his eyes to reopen and stiffened in Spike's grasp. "Spike," he grit, "let me go. Get off me."

Spike grinned in the darkness and did as Xander asked.

Xander stumbled forward in confusion, then immediately turned and pointed an accusing finger at Spike. "You...you're evil. Stay away from me, fangless."

Spike arched an eyebrow and then did a slow stretch that coiled and tightened every muscle in his body and also drew up his tight t-shirt so that his abdomen was bared.

Xander breathed harshly through his nose unable to look away from the tightly packed muscles in Spike's stomach. He swallowed loudly watching as those muscles bunched and clenched. "Uh...I'm going to bed. Yeah."

He turned and was crawling into bed when he felt Spike push up against him from behind, erection rubbing into the crease of his ass. He fell forward with a yelp and couldn't manage to turn himself over before Spike was on top of him.

"What are you doing?" he whispered unevenly into the sheets his face was pressed into. He turned his head to the side and tried to glare at Spike. "Get off of me, asshole!"

Spike nibbled on his bottom lip and did a slow undulation of his body. "I don't think so. You want it, you want me, why fight it? It's what you want, boy."

Xander rolled his eyes and tried to buck Spike off -- he only succeeded in riling up his own cock and shifting Spike's deeper into the crevice of his ass. He bit back a whimper. "You can't even call me by my name...if I was going to...let you do anything, and I'm not saying I will, that'd be a real turn off."

"Xander," Spike purred, pushing himself up from Xander's back and tearing off his clothing. Xander flipped over and was immediately assaulted by the naked vampire who shoved his tongue into his mouth.

Xander's mouth fell open in shock, allowing Spike even more access and then it was like someone else was in control of his body and he couldn't not respond. He began to give back as good as he got and was soon a happily aroused puddle beneath the writhing vampire's nude body.

Spike wrenched his mouth away and stripped Xander quickly and efficiently before Xander could utter a word. He positioned himself between Xander's thighs and began to thrust as his mouth and hands roamed over whatever skin they could find.

Xander moaned. "Oh, God. This is so wrong. You're, aaahhh, evil and stuff and...ahhhh God, Spike...this shouldn't be happening and holy homosexuals, Batman! That's...yeah, do that again!"

Spike grinned around the nipple he'd begun suckling and rotated his hips, dragging his cock along Xander's.

Xander clutched at the bedsheets, at Spike's hair, whatever he could get a hold of, and soon Spike was releasing his throbbing nipple and moving down his body to his cock. As Spike's mouth engulfed his cock, lips sealing around the shaft and giving a good, hard suck, he shuddered and thanked his subconscious for the naughty dream and the naughty blond vampire who didn't seem to mind sucking his dick.

Spike let go of him and Xander whimpered with disappointment, barely restraining himself from whining pathetically and lifting his arms to try and drag the vampire back.

Spike shimmied back up his body and grinned at him smugly before leaning down and capturing his mouth. He began to thrust his hips in tandem with his tongue and soon had the boy writhing and whimpering and clutching at him, moving his hips and clawing at him to try to get him to move faster the way he wanted.

Spike sucked Xander's bottom lip into his mouth and pushed his body from the boy's. His eyes glittered down at Xander's. "What do you want?"

"Huh?"

Spike was asking questions at a time like this? How the hell could he even form a cogent thought? Xander sure as hell couldn't.

Spike licked his swollen mouth, causing Xander to gasp and rock beneath him. The boy's cock twitched and spat a little more precum from the tip.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Xander inhaled sharply. "Yes?"

Spike chuckled and asked, "Where's your lube?"

"Uh...bottom drawer. Table."

Spike retrieved the lubricant and within moments was astride Xander, pushing fingers up into his own ass and stretching himself as Xander watched on with fascinated eyes that he couldn't seem to pry away.

Spike slicked Xander's prick up with a light stroke or two and tossed the tube away. He positioned himself over Xander's groin. "Hold yourself."

Xander gripped his own shaft and watched with wide eyes as Spike began to sink down on it as if he were made to do so.

He groaned and fought the urge to buck up into the incredible tightness that clenched and unclenched around him.

Spike sat down fully and took a deep breath. He began to rotate his hips and as he began to fuck himself on Xander he stared down at him and then reached for Xander's hands, which he then placed on his hips.

"Come on, then," Spike urged from between clenched teeth as he began to move faster. "Get with the program. Not going to do all the work, me. Participation is key, boy."

Xander began to thrust up as Spike moved down and soon they were fucking desperately and the sounds of slapping flesh and wet up and down slide were the only other sounds besides their panting and faint moaning.

Spike bit his lip and arched his back and moved on Xander's cock in such an expert way that Xander knew his dream wasn't fully fantasy. Spike had probably fucked Angelus for years.

The thought made his balls ache and soon they were drawing upward in preparation for his climax.

Spike panted and Xander took the initiative and grasped hold of his cock once he'd released one of Spike's hips. He gave Spike something to fuck into as he rode Xander's cock and Xander knew he'd done the right thing when Spike began to shake and clutch at him, rocking over him faster and harder.

Spike propped himself up on Xander's chest, grasped at the biceps that clenched and moved as Xander held onto him and threw back his head as he came over Xander's fist and onto Xander's clenching belly.

He continued to move through his orgasm and pulled Xander's from him with a few twists of his hips and squeezes of his inner muscles.

Xander surged beneath Spike and gasped as he spent himself deep inside Spike's tight ass. He collapsed back on the bed, panting, teary-eyed from pleasure, Spike's still hard cock tight in his hand.

Spike moaned and fell forward onto Xander's chest.

Semen leaked from Spike's ass and tickled Xander's thighs, soiled his bed, but he didn't care. He was flying from the most intense, incredible orgasm he'd ever had and wondering how come he hadn't known he was gay before now?

Because, so gay now.

Spike tilted his hips and Xander's cock slipped from him along with a flood of spunk that made Xander grimace and Spike laugh.

Spike fell beside him and snugged himself up to his side.

Long after Spike slept Xander was still awake, pondering the pipes above him as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He also wondered if they could do this again soon because damn.

Here Endeth the Story

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