Ever feel like something you write is really substandard? This is one of those. I guess because it delves a bit into bondage which I don't really do. *shrug* Eh.

Also, I don't like the title but couldn't come up with anything else. *sigh*

Title: Swinger's Club
Fandom: BtVS
Author: eyezrthewindows
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Spike/Xander, Anya
Prompt: #6 Restraints
Warnings: m/m sex, bondage, kink
Summary: Spike goes to a sex club, sees someone unexpected and takes the opportunity spread out in front of him.
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.
Smut table: Spike/bunches of people.
Progress: 15/69
Betaed: kitty_poker1

Swinger's Club

by
Eyezrthewindows

Part One

Spike had been at the club long enough to lose the bitch he'd come with -- couples night was exactly that; no one got in without a partner -- and have a threesome with a hot couple who'd wanted a British bloke for their third.

Well, the British bit hadn't been necessary but they'd seemed to enjoy it when he'd said a few choice words in British slang and used his accent to get them both dripping.

He'd fucked the girl while the man watched and played with himself and after Spike had been brought off by pussy and mouth -- nothing better than an orgasm brought on by hot human means -- the man had wandered over, wanting some action.

Oh, he hadn't been interested in fucking Spike or especially open-minded about being fucked by Spike because he wasn't gay, of course; he'd just wanted to play a bit of the voyeur and then service the man who'd gotten his girl off. Being brought off by the man who'd fucked his woman was also a treat for him.

Spike had sucked his cock down easily and swallowed the man's orgasm.

The man was very grateful and starry eyed as he and his little woman wandered out of the private room, hanging off one another, barely able to stand.

Spike's face held a smug, satiated expression, his eyes heavy-lidded as he sauntered to the bar for a drink on the couple he'd just done good and proper.

It was their gift to him for being such a good fuck.

The glow had faded fifteen minutes later and he'd been bored again, though. Two hours of fucking didn't leave a lasting impression on him, really.

Not when it involved two humans who were playing kinky when all they honestly were vanilla through and through.

Now, he was sitting with another drink in his hand, courtesy of the still happy couple who'd set up a tab at the bar and said he could have as many beverages as he could handle -- they'd shit when they saw the sheer amount of alcoholic drinks on it but in the end would probably think it was well worth the price. His eyes flowed over the writhing bodies in every corner of the lower level as he examined them for someone interesting to spend some quality time with.

Strobe lights, while they'd always fucked with his vision, caused the sensually dancing couples to appear jerky and distorted and created an artistic atmosphere. The couples fucking right out in the open appeared otherworldly and beautiful, more so than they would in regular light.

He finished off his latest drink and was about to order another when something caught his eye. He'd never know later just what had set it off, what had drawn his attention to the entrance just then when he was fairly interested in the two men double-teaming a woman in the corner, but he saw the ex-demon bint and Harris standing at the edge of the sea of nearly naked bodies.

Anya looked pleased and overly-ecstatic to be there, eyes darting this way and that, a hungry expression on her normally falsely -- almost plastic -- smiling face.

Harris, on the other hand, looked as if he was about to faint or flee. Or possibly both, because the git was weird that way.

He was almost visibly shaking with fear and pasty pale despite the blush in his cheeks and the coloured lights hitting him.

Spike snorted and signaled the barkeep for another drink and watched avidly as Anya led a visibly resisting Xander into one of the private rooms on the upper level.

Well, Spike decided, slinging back his drink and slamming the glass on the bar, he was going to go see what those two were up to. From his resistance, as futile as it was, it looked like Harris didn't have a kinky bone in his body and the demon bird was the one who wore the trousers in the relationship, otherwise they wouldn't even be here.

He smirked and waded through the crowd quickly so as not to lose them.

At the end of the hall a dim red light glowed, just like those in old-fashioned bordellos, Spike mused. It was barely bright enough for humans to use but Anya seemed to know her way around pretty well and he found them fairly easily because Harris was breathing so hard his heart sounded like it was going to burst through his chest and make a run for it. He slipped into the empty room across from theirs and watched through a slit in the door.

Anya didn't close theirs all the way and he could see just enough to intrigue him.

He watched her instruct Xander to remove his clothing -- quite the little drill sergeant she was turning out to be, though it didn't really surprise him -- then she strapped him to the bed with convenient leather restraints. She then blindfolded him and pressed an almost platonic kiss to his sweat-beaded forehead while he jerked in her direction, unable to see, panicking.

When he started to speak, she ordered him not to. Told him that he couldn't until she said so.

Spike felt himself get as hard as a rock as fast as possible. He'd always been partial to dominant women who knew how to tell him what to do.

"I'm going to go find someone with specific qualities to have a threesome with -- mainly a penis because I want to see you and another male have intercourse; I think it would be very attractive and would make a self-induced orgasm very enjoyable. I'll return when I've found him...or possibly her because I may want to explore my lesbian side if I don't find a suitable male. I haven't really decided yet."

Xander shuddered and panted, not really out of arousal, though, Spike noticed, but out of fear, which was nearly as satisfying to Spike. When Xander didn't say anything, the bint went on.

"You stay there, honey. I have to go explore the options. I'll be back in a jiffy. Oh, and don't worry about some stranger barging in and having their way with you, which would also be very arousing and visually stimulating, because there's a lock on the door. You'll be safe on your own in here while I go find our third. Have fun, muffin strudel, and don't worry about a thing. You know I always have your interests in mind...after my own, of course."

Anya patted bound Xander on the head patronizingly, like a puppy, and clip clopped out on too-high heels, locking the door behind her and taking the key and stuffing it down her blouse front, presumably into her bra.

Spike watched her swinging gait and then followed to see what she'd do. He found her not long after in a dark corner with some random bloke making out as if she'd known him for...at least half an hour.

Spike raised an eyebrow and then slowly smiled.

The boy was alone and helpless and Anya was occupied. That left so many things that Spike could do to him without Xander's knowledge.

He took off back up the stairs and picked the lock of Xander's room. He re-locked it quietly behind him and cocked his head as he turned around.

Xander lay on the bed, oblivious, not having heard Spike's unauthorized entrance over the throbbing of the music, his own pulse beat and heavy breathing.

Spike tucked his thumbs into two of his belt loops, which tightened his jeans over his hard-on quite erotically, and sauntered towards the bed for an up close and personal inspection of the man he'd never thought he'd get to see naked.

Well, naked in this way. He'd seen Xander naked accidentally a few times, and sometimes when the boy didn't know he'd sneaked into the bathroom to have a peek, but this was different.

It was sexual.

It was hot.

Xander was naked and there for the taking.

Spike was hard and was going to get to do something about it.

He took off his duster and placed it gently on a chair near the gigantic, velvet covered bed dominating the velvet draped room.

The room looked like the place velvet came to die.

He stood there for a moment, breathing in the scents of Xander's timid arousal and his fear and anxiety, his clean male sweat, and the chocolate that seemed to never go away. It even over-powered the remnant smells of previous users of the room.

The boy's cock was only slightly hard but it was pretty lying against one taut thigh and his mouth watered in response.

And he'd thought his night would be dull.

He almost gave away his identity by speaking -- because talking really was one of his better qualities; everyone loved a good raspy accent -- but at the last second decided the boy probably wouldn't like it if he found out who was having their way with him.

For the first time in his life, Spike zipped his lip and let touch do his talking for him.

He made noise to alert the boy to his presence and Xander's heart sped up.

"Wh-who's there? Ahn? Di-did you find someone already? Uh," he laughed weakly. "Hello? Anya? I can talk now, right?"

Spike rolled his eyes and dropped his boots onto the floor near the chair on which he'd placed his duster. Flexing his bare toes in the carpet pile, he glided back to the bed and climbed onto it, straddling Xander.

Xander inhaled sharply and twisted beneath him, causing his body to rub against Spike's.

Spike groaned and Xander froze.

But Xander also grew hard at the sound Spike made.

One side of Spike's lips curled upward, pleased, and he sat down on Xander's stomach, just above the tentatively interested cock.

He yanked off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor in the general direction of his boots and then began to touch Xander. Acres of bare, hot flesh was there for the taking.

Xander squeaked and lay rigid while Spike teased his nipples, curled fingertips through the tiny patch of hair between his pectorals.

"Your hands are kinda cold..."

Spike's eyes widened and then he shrugged. Couldn't do anything about that now.

He leaned down to shut the boy up and keep his mind off his slightly off-temperature touch.

Xander started and his mouth tightened but then Spike licked gently, teasingly, at the seam of his lips and they parted for him.

Spike inhaled deeply as his tongue entered the warm cavern of Xander's mouth and then Xander's tongue came out to greet his.

The little wanker could kiss, all right. Spike wondered what else the demon bint had trained him to do.

The kissing kept up until Xander was red faced and panting and forcibly had to yank his lips from Spike's.

Oh, right. Humans had that pesky habit of having to breathe. Should probably remember that.

Spike sat up and blinked down at the boy, surprised at his prowess and his enthusiasm.

"Okay, I know you're a guy, which should be scary but...Anya's done lots of things that have...opened my mind to new experiences but...could you talk or introduce yourself or something? It's really weird--hey! Where're you going?" Xander demanded as Spike got off the bed abruptly.

Spike caressed Xander's foot, which caused the entire leg to tremble and his cock to lengthen and lift, and unzipped his pants, removing them.

He looked around for possible toys -- wanted to show the boy a real good time because it would likely be his only chance -- and found a small bin near the bathroom which would probably hold more than he'd need.

He went to explore.

Whips and crops and handcuffs and gags and cock-rings. Various types of lubricant, condoms and leather bits of clothing, other restraints and a length of iron bar to spread a person's legs and keep them spread. Dildos and vibrators, silicon and hard. Edible body paints and underwear in sealed packages. Anal beads, differently textured gloves, collars and leashes.

A veritable sex shop in one little handy place.

Spike moistened his lips.

Xander's heartbeat continued to boomboomboom.

Spike's dick dripped precum as he knelt, sifting through the box.

He finally came up with what he wanted, a set of padded chains designed to pull apart a person's legs and lift them up to give free access to their back passage, and turned toward the oblivious boy as he lay trembling and uncertain and smelling so delicious Spike just wanted to forgo the foreplay and get straight to the main event.

But he wouldn't do that. He wanted to give the boy a good show and...maybe convert him into needing to get fucked up the ass.

Maybe Xander would come to him with his need and he'd get a fuck buddy after not having had someone in so long.

Yeah, Spike was a giving sort of guy...if it got him what he wanted.

He was also a romantic at heart, which was why he was having such fantasies about Xander needing him.

Or maybe he just really needed a good, long lay to fuck those thoughts right out of his head.

Xander babbled the entire time Spike was pushing his legs back and binding them at the knee to the headboard near where his hands were clenching; which Spike found amusing but also annoying.

He'd give him a mouthful of ball gag if he didn't want to hear him screaming out his pleasure.

Shoving his tongue into Xander's mouth proved to be an excellent method of shutting him the hell up and he did so when the boy got really talkative.

Without any preliminaries, Spike pushed Xander's cock upward so that it rested, dripping precum, on his own stomach, then lay belly down between Xander's spread legs.

He watched the boy's hands convulse in their bonds and his whole body tremble and shake as he lay there helpless. The chains rattled. Xander sweated and breathed shallow breaths.

He patted the back of Xander's thigh in what he thought was a comforting way and then shoved his tongue into Xander's ass.

Xander squealed, inner muscles fluttering around Spike's tongue, but then he groaned and arched into the tongue fuck and started to beg for more after complaining about the hygiene issues.

Spike ate Xander out with nimble strokes of his tongue, licked around the little rosebud entrance and suckled it until Xander was no longer coherent; he was just a mass of writhing, jumbled grunting noises.

He shoved his hands underneath Xander's ass and lifted him to his mouth, tongue fucking him until Xander jerked and cried out his orgasm, spurting streams of semen onto his stomach and chest.

Spike licked a stripe from his hole to the underside of his pulsing cock and then cleaned the mess he'd created on the quivering belly and heaving chest.

He first licked up the puddle of cum and then cleaned Xander's cock thoroughly with sure sweeps of his tongue.

Salty sweet. He should've figured he'd taste that way from all the sweets the boy stuffed into his body.

"Oh, fuck," Xander finally said, perspiration popping up all over his body and trickling down his hairline. "Anya never did that before. Didn't even know you could cum from doing that. Not to say that you're not perfect in every way, Ahn, honey. And this whole being a silent observer thing's really hot, by the way."

"Shhh," Spike finally muttered, softly.

Xander moistened dry lips. "O-okay. You want me to be quiet, I can do quiet, I swear."

Spike grinned wryly.

Next on the menu was a light whipping with a leather crop. Xander seemed to enjoy it and Spike didn't get any twinges from the chip, so all was good.

After that, the anal beads. Xander couldn't stop screaming or cumming when they were oh so slowly yanked out, bead by blessed bead.

Spike was almost desperate when he shoved a silicon dildo up Xander's ass and watched the fake cock disappear into tight, grasping flesh that seemed hungry for more: hungry for his cock.

He inhaled deeply and then took the dildo out and replaced it with a couple of exploratory fingers. He found the boy's prostate almost immediately and Xander gasped and arched off the bed, knuckles clenched white as his hands fisted, tendons standing out in his neck.

A sizeable puddle of semen glittered on the front of his body and his poor, well-used cock was hard for more. It was impressive.

"Fuck! I will never get tired of that," Xander gasped.

Neither would Spike but he couldn't say anything without giving his identity away.

So, he just slipped his fingers out of Xander, slicked his cock and lined it up with the boy's thoroughly stretched hole. As he slipped inside, he couldn't help but groan and shudder.

Christ, it was so damn hot and tight. If he didn't seek control of himself he'd cum before he had a chance to fuck such a prime piece of ass.

"Oh, God! Nothing ever felt like this," Xander whispered, as if trying to hide his revelation from the non-existent presence of Anya.

Spike was smug for a moment, watching the boy's slack-jawed face, but then he looked down to where he was buried inside Xander and couldn't remain still any longer.

He had to fuck him.

He pulled back, locking his arms because they were trembling, and watched himself as he thrust back inside, deeply.

He panted open-mouthed as he started fucking Xander steadily, barely acknowledging the brunet's whimpers and cries and pleas because he was so focused on his own pleasure.

His hips moved faster, pounding into Xander, and he angled his body just right and, ah, yeah, there. Xander cried out and his muscles rippled around him as he came yet again, though very little semen actually appeared this time.

Spike inhaled unevenly as he started to fall over the edge, thighs shaking as he pumped his orgasm into Xander's body.

He collapsed onto Xander when he was finished and heard Xander's slow, even breathing.

He snorted.

Boy had passed out before Spike had cum.

Yeah, Spike was damned good.

He grimaced as he felt himself squelch against Xander. And damned sticky.

Spike cleaned Xander, put his own clothes back on and took one last look at him as he finished cinching his belt.

The brunet still lay spread out and open and blindfolded and bound, which was a very fine picture, actually, but it wouldn't be comfortable when he awoke, so Spike removed the restraints around Xander's knees and eased his legs down into a more natural position.

He left Xander as he'd found him and re-locked the door behind him. And waited.

An hour later, and what a long fucking boring hour it was, a mussed looking Anya reappeared, alone, but smelling of several men and even a few women.

Spike rolled his eyes from his hiding place.

It seemed the demon bint didn't have plans to share Xander but she'd share herself all she liked without Xander's knowledge or permission.

What a piece of work she was. His admiration for her fell down into the dregs. Cheating was one thing he couldn't and wouldn't tolerate -- at least not well.

Anya unbuckled the cuffs restraining Xander's wrists and rubbed the blood back into them as she settled them at his side. She sat down on the bed and pulled the blindfold from his lax, still sleeping face.

Patting his cheeks gently, and then with more force when that didn't rouse him, she smiled brightly.

"Wake up, silly goose. It's time to leave."

Xander's eyes were liquid and sleepy but he frowned. "How long was I--"

"I have no idea. I've been searching for the right person all night and I just couldn't find anybody that held all of my qualifications."

Xander's eyes widened a little and his heartbeat sped up. "Ummm...what?"

"Oh, snuggly little bear, you're always muzzy when you first wake up. It's very adorable. I'm sorry I couldn't bring someone back. At least you had a good nap, though."

Xander moistened his lips and blinked, not saying anything.

Spike watched the boy trying to work things out, figure out what had happened, and it was amusing.

The boy was probably wondering who in hell had fucked him and what the hell had happened.

But he wouldn't say anything because he thought he'd cheated on the bitch.

Spike slipped out the door and hurried down the hall. The bar was the next logical step and he ordered another whisky with a lift of an eyebrow and a finger.

His drink got there just before Anya dragged Xander by the arm unsteadily down the staircase and back into the still writhing and fucking throng.

He remained hidden in a dark corner of the bar but saw the boy's eyes scan the crowd as if looking for someone.

He grinned as Xander shook his head, dazed, and walked out of the club with a slight limp in his gait.

Spike drank his alcohol and relaxed against the wall at his back, propping one foot up on the rung of his stool.

Now, all he needed was a cigarette.

He patted himself down and then scowled once he realised he didn't have any.

Well.

"Bugger," he muttered, getting up to leave the club.

At least he'd gotten a good leg over, though. Cigarettes were easy to get but Xander Harris' ass wasn't -- normally.

He grinned, walking with a bounce in his step with no real destination in mind because he was still flying high from his conquest and in the end decided just to head straight back to his crypt instead.

Who needed fags when he could just bring up the memory of how Xander had looked spread open beneath him, taking his cock and begging like a good little bitch?

He fisted himself roughly in his easy chair, nice and slow, his free hand alternately changing channels on the telly and bringing a bottle of booze to his parted lips.

Too bad he didn't have any porn channels. He needed to steal a better quality of cable.

Part Two
And Back Again

Spike was in the Magic Box when it happened.

Xander and Anya were fighting. Again.

It seemed to be a constant presence in the lives of the Scoobies...and, unfortunately, Spike's too since he was their little mascot; the kept vampire in need of hand-outs because of his handicap.

But it was interesting and not boring in the least, so Spike continued to show up conveniently around the time Xander did. He wanted a front row seat for the festivities.

The row tonight was about Xander's lack of participation in the bedroom. Apparently, Anya wasn't getting enough orgasms and it was pissing her off. She felt the need to provoke, insult and belittle Xander in public to get even.

Xander looked pained and embarrassed and sent furtive glances around the room to see everyone averting their eyes and pointedly pretending not to listen...all but Spike, anyway.

His gaze caught Spike's inquisitive one and he blushed, returning his attention reluctantly to the still ranting Anya.

Spike felt almost sorry for the boy. The berating he was taking was emasculating and in front of his friends, besides.

When it was over, though, Xander's shoulders were slumped, his eyes on the ground and Anya had very publicly broken up with him, announcing that if he couldn't satisfy her needs in bed then she wouldn't be visiting his anymore. She'd find satisfaction elsewhere in copious and more pleasing amounts because she was an attractive, young, desirable woman and many people wanted her, even if he didn't.

Ouch.

Spike watched Xander go through the motions of research and the others as they tip-toed around him and went about their business as normal as they tried to ignore what had happened.

Spike observed Xander critically and sighed when he discovered he was...interested in the boy in more than a sexual way. In fact, he was concerned for his well-being -- Xander's hangdog expression made something squiggly worm its way into Spike's chest and stay there, heavy as lead.

Of course, he probably should've realised something was different when he'd found himself following Xander after dark to make sure he got where he was going okay.

Well, shit.

The boy moped a lot after Anya broke up with him and Spike eventually came to realise he'd never told her about his little...tete a tete with the strange bloke in the swinger's club.

Spike idly wondered why but then forgot that for his...secret observing that wasn't stalking.

On one night, after keeping an eye on the boy during patrol -- where he actually hadn't had to sneak about hiding behind bushes and trash bins and up in trees where he wouldn't be observed -- when they finally went their separate ways, Spike followed Xander not back to his apartment but back to the Swinger's club.

Spike was surprised the boy had the balls to go back there, especially alone, but he followed him in just the same.

Luckily, it was singles night and he didn't have trouble going in alone.

He stayed to the shadows, watching Xander survey the crowd with an intent gaze full of need and despair and yearning.

Spike realised after a moment that Xander was looking for his mysterious lover and that maybe, just maybe Xander wanted more.

"Huh," he muttered to himself. "And I find myself caring about that...fuck."

He sighed and watched as Xander look saddened, then headed purposefully upstairs, broad shoulders rigid beneath his chartreuse, flowered shirt as if on a mission.

Spike stole a drink from one of the waitress' trays quicker than the human eye could see and followed.

What Spike had come to call 'their' room wasn't free so Xander headed to a different one just down from it. Spike waited until the boy was inside and then peeked through the tiny slit Xander left when he hadn't closed the door completely.

He figured the boy did that on purpose. Maybe so his secret lover would invite himself in, if he so wanted.

Spike wanted.

Xander stripped, placed himself in the middle of the bed and blindfolded himself.

He was hoping for his mysterious lover to somehow find him and give him a repeat performance, apparently.

It was sad and pathetic of him but...

Spike didn't mind the boy putting himself out there like this when he would be there to give him what he wanted again.

Spike could do just the thing. He'd love another go, himself.

He stepped quietly into the room, watching Xander intently as he locked the door to ensure that blindfold was going to stay in place. To ensure Xander wasn't laying a trap to find out who his secret fuck from that night was.

His secret identity was safe for now.

He skinned out of his clothing as quickly as his vampiric prowess allowed and scanned the room for possible toys; each room was different, had different things to play around with.

He found an adjustable swing with stirrups that he wouldn't mind trying out on the boy.

He moistened his lips and in a flash was on all fours above Xander on the bed.

Xander tried to raise his arms but Spike restrained them with his hands.

"Uh uh," he murmured quietly.

Xander swallowed hard. "I-is it you? The one from the other night?"

"Yes," he hissed softly in return, as he tried to mask the noticeable accent of his voice.

Xander relaxed, relieved. "I-I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. That's what caused me and my girlfriend's recent break-up. Not me telling her, because I didn't, but because she couldn't...I..." Xander sighed and turned his head, almost appearing ashamed. "I didn't realise until I'd had you that she wasn't making the earth move for me. I couldn't stop thinking about you and what you did. I...I thought if I came back maybe you'd find me. I don't know why I thought that but...you did!"

Spike found his heart warmed by the boy's confession, his need for him.

An answering emotion arrowed into his chest and stayed there.

He hated feelings.

He scowled slightly and let go of the boy's wrists with a forceful motion.

"Why won't you let me see your face? Don't you want me to know who you are?"

Spike bit his lip and left the bed, trusting the boy to remain where he was at the moment while he retrieved lubricant and some padded cuffs from the toy bin, identical to the one he'd sifted through last time.

Xander sighed. "I get it. Anonymity. It's what it's all about, right?"

The sadness in Xander's voice sent a cold shudder down Spike's naked back but he set his jaw and slammed the trunk shut.

Xander jumped nervously at the loud noise but remained in place as Spike strode over to the bed. He put the lube down on the table nearby and lifted one of the boy's wrists and slapped the leather cuff around it.

Xander's breathing escalated, as did his heart rate, but he allowed Spike to bind his hands together.

Spike, after finishing latching the bondage cuffs, lifted Xander up by his bound wrists and guided him over to the swing.

"What--?"

Spike shushed him, turning him around and sitting him down in the swing. It swung wildly for a moment, and Xander gesticulated rapidly with both bound hands before he realised that he wasn't going to fall, then he and the swing both settled.

"What is this?"

All Spike did was push Xander back and position him the way he wanted; legs in the stirrups spread open wide, his ass hanging off the edge of the swing in perfect range for what he wanted to do.

Xander's hands were hooked to an S link chain above his head.

He lay back while Spike lifted the swing into position and locked it at the right height.

Spike's nostrils flared as arousal permeated the room, not all of it his own.

Xander had a kink for being bound and helpless, that was for sure.

He began to touch Xander with just his hands.

He pinched Xander's nipples, caressed his stomach and thighs, massaged his balls and his feet and left his weeping cock alone because he was still evil, after all.

Xander was a babbling, incoherent mass of horny teenager by the time Spike was ready to get to work.

It was familiar and warm.

Spike sucked Xander's leaking erection down his throat and proceeded to blow the boy's brains out with just a few swallows.

He fondled Xander's scrotum as he bobbed his head and shoved a finger up Xander's ass with one lubed finger.

Xander rocked helplessly in his bonds and back and forth into Spike's hands and mouth, gasping and writhing and moaning and begging.

"Oh, God, please!"

Spike grinned around the swollen shaft in his mouth, tapped Xander's prostate and sucked hard until he came with a choked off whimper.

After the boy had slumped back in the nylon swing, Spike prepared himself and slid in easily.

He clenched his jaws and shut his eyes, trying not to cum immediately because he wanted to give the little wanker a good ride before climaxing himself.

He barely contained his excitement but managed not to embarrass himself.

He started to move, slowly at first and then faster and harder as time progressed.

He was gasping and yanking the swing and the boy onto his cock in minutes.

He didn't have to move his hips much in the end. He just rotated his pelvis and held himself steady as he used his arms to fuck the boy onto him.

Xander gasped and cried out, his cock lengthening and filling against his abdomen. He bounced with Spike's movements and his back arched.

Spike could still taste his release on his lips and licked them as he watched Xander's body react to what he was doing.

His fingers tightened around the chains and he jerked the swing faster as he neared his climax.

Xander arched sharply as he came again, splattering himself with semen as his tight channel fluttered around Spike.

Spike gasped and jerked the swing towards him hard as his release began to shoot into Xander's still spasming body.

The boy went lax; Spike's head flew back as he planted his feet wide and poured his orgasm into Xander.

When he was finished, he cleaned them both up, lowered the swing and took Xander back to the bed. He released the brunet, unbuckled his cuffs and re-dressed.

As he was kneeling on the floor, tying one Doc, he heard a startled squeak and looked up quickly to find drowsy brown eyes wide and focused on him.

Spike blinked and rocked back on his heels.

He'd figured he was safe against being found out. The boy had looked done in.

Apparently, he had better recuperative powers than Spike had anticipated.

"Spike?" Xander whispered.

"Yeah," Spike said, succinctly, warily.

"It was you?"

"Yeah."

"This whole time?"

"Yeah," Spike repeated again, starting to grow impatient. He stood up and straightened his clothes, then turned toward the door.

"The whole time," he repeated softly, looking down. Then he looked up and called, "Where are you going?!"

Spike stopped and twisted back around, frowning. "What's it look like? I'm leaving before you get the strength back to attempt staking me, that's what I'm doing."

"You're leaving me again," the boy said flatly, eyes never leaving Spike's face.

Spike took a breath and turned back around to face Xander. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Seems to me you'd like me to get the hell out of here."

"Why? So, I can bask in the afterglow for, like, two minutes and then wonder about you again? I mean, at least I know who you are now but...the hell? Why me?"

Spike sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the other patting his coat pockets but not finding cigarettes.

Christ, he was out again.

He fiddled with his useless lighter instead, opening and closing it rapidly, enjoying the click snap.

"Spike!"

"What?" Spike asked, sullen. "I don't know what you want me to say, Harris. It's not like we were friends before this and I know that now you know it's me you're going to avoid me like the ruddy plague! I used you to get off, without your permission might I add, and destroyed your relationship with your demon girlfriend... Can't imagine why you'd want me to stick around. Let's just leave it at a one time thing and that's it. We got off, mightily and bloody brilliantly might I also add, and that'll be the end of it."

Spike turned to go again and reached the door before Xander spoke again.

"You're forgetting a few things, though, Spike."

Spike rolled his eyes and stared at the door instead of turning to face Xander again. "And what would those be?"

"It wasn't once. Anya and me weren't built to last; I know that now. I wanted it as much as you did."

Spike blinked at the red door and then whirled around so fast his duster swirled in a wide arc around his calves before finally settling. "Say what?"

Xander sat up unsteadily and rubbed a hand through his sweaty hair. "You heard me, blood breath. I'm not repeating myself when I know damn well you have super bat hearing."

Spike barked out a laugh. "You've got big gonads, don't you, boy?"

"Bigger than what's good for me, probably."

Spike sobered and slipped his nearly forgotten lighter back into the depths of his duster. "What are you aiming for, Harris?"

Xander winced. "I think, after all you've done to me, that you can call me Xander now...can't you?"

"Xander," Spike repeated pointedly.

Xander's eyes sparkled and a lopsided grin curled his lips. "That's a little better. You've been inside my ass twice now and Harris is a little impersonal, don't you think?"

"Get to the point, you twat," Spike growled. "We're wasting time here."

"Fine, fine," Xander grumbled, standing up shakily and stumbling over to Spike. He backed Spike up against the solid strength of the locked door and trapped him with a penetrating gaze.

Spike swallowed hard under that heated stare. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I figure since you flipped my life upside down it's time for a little payback, don't you?"

Spike's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Shut up," Xander mumbled as he pressed their lips together and crushed Spike between his hot body and the hard door.

Spike groaned before he could stop himself and Xander took that as an invitation to plunder his slightly opened mouth.

After a make-out session that turned into frottage against the door with Spike's jeans hastily unzipped and pushed down to his ankles, and after shooting their brains out through their cocks, they lay on the velvet coverlet, recuperating.

"So, you couldn't perform with your ex-bint because of me, eh?" Spike asked, feeling very smug.

Xander punched him in the arm. "Shut up."

"And you've changed orientations because I fucked you real good and you can't seem to get enough of me co--"

Xander interrupted Spike's smirking commentary by leaping on top of him and plastering his warm body to Spike's.

Spike shut up for as long as it took for Xander to rub them off again and create an even stickier mess between them.

When they'd caught their breath, cleaned up and re-dressed, they left the club.

Spike started to head back to his crypt but a warm hand on his jacketed arm stopped him.

He looked down at it curiously, one eyebrow raised. "Want to tell me why you're keeping me from going home?"

"You want to go back to...that?"

"You make it sound like an insult. It's my crypt," Spike griped, pouting, but only a little offended because he thought his crypt was a shithole, too.

"Put away the lip, assmunch."

Spike hadn't even realised he was using 'the lip' but he put it away just the same and scowled at Xander instead. "What do you want? We've had a bit of fun and now it's done with..."

"Oh, shut up," Xander said and dragged the unresisting vampire back to his place.

Spike was invited in and taken into the hot warmth of the shower. Xander washed him with fruity bodywash that he'd probably insult later but for the moment he was happy to have it smoothed over his body because the boy was touching him.

When Xander washed the gel out of his hair, he couldn't prevent the contented purr that escaped his throat.

And Xander grinned and kept massaging his scalp because, apparently, he'd found a fun new toy.

Not that Spike really had anything against Xander's fun if it got him some of his own.

Part Three
Swinging Back

Spike waited at the bar, sipping from a never empty glass of alcohol, eyes trained on the entrance. When the boy finally came in, looking nervous but excited and pitching a tent in his tight fitting jeans that looked big enough to fit a family of five, Spike could see that he made a bee-line for the upstairs rooms, just as Spike had told him to.

In the note he'd written, Spike had told Xander to clean himself up, put on the clothes he'd picked out, minus underwear, and come immediately to their club, to the room that they'd designated as theirs.

Xander was to strip once inside the room, lie down on the bed, blindfold himself and wait, however long it took.

Spike was going to make him wait quite a while. Make the juices marinate so the end result would be even sweeter and more intense.

He shifted his hard-on around with his free hand and enjoyed a nice, lingering massage before signaling the barkeep for another refill.

He smirked briefly at a nearby couple who'd watched him move his package with interested looks on their faces and pointedly scanned the crowd, not accepting the nonverbal invitation they'd just thrown at him.

Maybe some other time.

An hour later, Spike swallowed the last of his final refill and sauntered upstairs with a spring in his step and a really hard cock jutting out from between his thighs. He got felt up along the way, which was frustrating but also rather nice.

Xander wanted to revisit the first time they met here -- nearly a year ago -- and Spike was going to give it to him because he was a nice bloke and altruism was his middle fucking name.

Spike smirked to himself as he reached the door to the room Xander was currently snoring away in.

Yeah, right. He was doing it to get to do some naughty things to a tied up Xander. What better reason could he have?

He snapped the door locked and quietly surveyed the prone form lying relaxed on the bed. Xander's chest rose and fell rhythmically in his sleep and he was blindfolded, as per Spike's orders, but his arms and legs were free. Only because he hadn't thought to try to bind himself, not that he could have very easily done it on his own.

He frowned and decided to set that to rights immediately. Couldn't have the boy flopping about or trying to touch him while he had his fun. He wanted Xander completely at his mercy.

And he had him there as he bound his wrists and ankles to the bed posts with padded cuffs and skinned out of his clothing, never taking his eyes off Xander's naked, resting body.

He moistened his lips, grabbed some lubricant and skipped the other toys this time because all he wanted was Xander's prick up his ass.

Not so much like that first time but it was going to be about what he wanted, not Xander.

He prepared himself and slicked Xander's soft cock, stroking it into hardness while carefully making sure Xander remained asleep. The boy only shifted slightly and sighed as Spike lined up and lowered himself home.

Spike bit back a groan of pleasure, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw. He rested in the cup of Xander's pelvis, enjoying the hard, hot cock spearing him, the springy hairs tickling his skin.

He only paused a moment before he began raising and lowering himself. His cock painted silvery lines on Xander's abdomen as he rocked above him; the tickle of body hair on his prickhead was erotic.

Xander's breathing started to change and he shifted restlessly under Spike. He could hear the blood rushing through the boy's body, loud and tantalizing.

Xander woke with a start, head thrashing, muscles clenching, fists curling into white-knuckled balls. "Oh, fuck!" He panted and rolled his hips up to meet Spike's as he thrust down. "I really hope you're Spike and not some random guy that's come in here looking to molest a helpless person like me," he said breathlessly.

Spike grinned and rolled both of Xander's perky little nipples just hard enough.

Xander's spine curved, mouth falling open. "Oh, yeah. Molest away."

Spike arched an eyebrow and leaned back, bracing himself on Xander's knees as he rode Xander for all he was worth.

He wanted to, and almost did, reach down to wank himself but figured he'd leave that pleasure to Xander once he untied one of his hands.

Changing angles, he shifted forward until both hands were on Xander's chest, holding himself upright as he bucked and rolled his hips.

Slick hardness speared him repeatedly as he rode even faster, feeling his balls graze Xander's stomach and his cock rub deliciously against Xander's skin.

Xander writhed underneath him, pelvis driving up in jagged thrusts that made the bed tremble.

Spike shuddered as Xander's prickhead glanced off his prostate and screwed his hips down, rotating until Xander cried out and came inside him in hot bursts that sent liquid pleasure up his spine.

Spike rode out the orgasm and then stopped, stilling tensely.

He tilted his head as he stared down at a flushed, sweating Xander, ever the pretty picture, and then decided he needed to get off as soon as possible, even though he wanted to admire the debauched state of the boy.

He only untied one hand, Xander's right, very dexterous hand, and placed it around his needy prick. He gave it a quick stroke and then settled back and waited.

Xander toyed with his prick, got this truly conniving and evil look on his face and then asked, "So...you want me to get you off, huh?"

Spike didn't answer. He couldn't when the game was still on.

Xander looked smug beneath the blindfold. "Do I get to see what I'm playing with or do I have to go by feel?"

Spike rolled his eyes and bucked his hips impatiently in the loose fist.

"Go by touch it is," Xander rasped hoarsely.

Spike grunted too softly for Xander to hear as Xander truly got into the moment and jerked him off quick and hard, hand squeezing almost painfully around the shaft as he pulled.

Spike rolled into each movement and teetered on the edge of orgasm for a moment before rushing over completely and climaxing all over Xander's stomach.

Xander groaned as Spike's ass clenched around his still partially hard cock.

Spike collapsed on top of Xander and Xander took the opportunity to smooth his cum-covered hand up and down Spike's back, which ordinarily would've been disgusting but Spike couldn't have cared less at the moment.

When the hand crept upwards towards his hair, though, Spike thought it prudent to intercept it and bring it to his mouth to suckle. He grazed sharp teeth over Xander's skin playfully.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Xander said sheepishly as he inhaled sharply. "Forgot about the jizz. Would've made nice hair gel, though, wouldn't it? Mary thought so, anyway," he snickered.

Spike rolled his eyes at the reference to that appallingly bad Ben Stiller film; at least the bint playing Mary had been a hot piece of ass, though.

Eventually, Spike pushed off Xander, cleaned them up and released the boy, who rubbed his wrists and yanked off the cloth covering his eyes.

Xander blinked at him, smiled and then jerked him in for a kiss when Spike was finished cleaning the remaining mess from his stomach.

"I take it you liked that?" Spike exhaled, breathlessly, once the kiss was over.

Xander hummed, looking very well pleased. "Really, really liked it."

"You're a kinky little git, you know that?"

"I am what you made me, Spike."

Spike's lips folded into an amused grin as he sat down on the side of the bed and began to thread his legs into his jeans. "Actually, you are what Anya made you. Don't forget that it was her who brought you here in the first place. I just...poached on her territory, as it happens."

Xander laughed and sat up, watching Spike intently as he stood and dressed. "Well...technically, we hadn't done anything, yet. She, um, suggested the place, tried to talk me into it several times and...said she'd go alone if I really didn't want to go but..."

Xander shrugged and Spike's gaze sharpened. He pulled on his t-shirt and pursed his lips, wondering if he should tell Xander about what had really happened that night when Anya had left him here alone.

Then he figured it would only hurt the boy and he would leave it at that. The bint was long gone and Xander was his; nothing else mattered but them, now.

"At any rate, you found what you really wanted, didn't you, pet?" Spike asked, tugging a still naked Xander upward until they were face to face. Xander was in his arms in a second and they were kissing wetly.

Xander sighed into his mouth, swaying a little to the beat of the music playing below in the club. "Yeah, I did."

Spike smiled and stepped away, bending to grab Xander's clothing from the floor. He tossed the pile at Xander. "Get your kit on and let's get out of here."

Xander pulled on his socks and the only tight pair of jeans he owned, his tee and his sneakers before bouncing up and pulling Spike in for another kiss. "Yeah, I'm kind a hungry. I was too excited to eat before I left."

"Get you one of those greasy, artery clogging pizzas you like and some beer and head home for..." Spike trailed off.

"Snuggling, right?" Xander asked cheekily, face creasing in a wide grin.

Spike glared at him and started out the door. Xander followed.

"Not bloody snuggling. I don't snuggle. I'm a fucking vampire, ponce."

Spike could hear the eyeroll even if he couldn't see it. "Whatever, Spike."

Spike snarled at him over the music as they headed down the stairs but Xander only laughed and jogged to keep up with him.

And then, when they got home and settled, they snuggled. Not that Spike would ever call it that.

He didn't snuggle.

Here Endeth the Story

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