Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: Through BtVS season 7 ep ‘The Killer In Me’.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: To Tammy, for the most excellent beta!
Written: December 29, 2003
Three R's Trilogy
by
Spikedluv
3
Reconciliation
Summary: Buffy and Willow find out about Spike and Xander.
Notes: PWP does Romance and brings Humor and Spanking along for the ride.
Written: January 3, 2004
Willow was sitting at the island when Buffy walked into the kitchen. “Hey, Will,” she greeted the redhead. “Whatcha drinking? Tea?” At Willow’s nod, she asked, “Is there any more?”
“Yeah, I made a full pot,” Willow said, pointing to the pot sitting on the counter. “Want me to...?”
“No, you stay there, I’ll get it,” Buffy said, and then proceeded to get a cup out of the cupboard and pour the tea. She added cream, and then sat across from Willow at the island. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Nothing!” Willow replied guiltily, and then took a swig of the tea. “Why do you ask? I mean, things have been quiet here. So, how was patrol?” she asked, changing the subject. “You’re back early.”
“That, too, was quiet,” Buffy responded. “You know it’s bad when even the demons are leaving town. And no sign of any Bringers, either.”
A loud groan floated up from the basement.
“What was that?” Buffy asked a blushing Willow.
“What was what?” Willow asked innocently. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows at Willow.
“Bloody hell, Xander, don’t stop!” Spike moaned.
“Did you hear that?” Buffy asked.
“Heh, heh,” Willow laughed weakly. “Yeah, that,” she said. “Xander and Spike are, um, talking.”
“Talking?” Buffy repeated incredulously. “Since when do they talk?”
“Well,” Willow said, stalling for time. “Since last night, I guess. Xander asked me to do a soundproofing spell on the basement so he and Spike could work out their differences, so I did it...”
“And?” Buffy asked.
“They must still be working on ‘em,” Willow said, “‘cause they were bickering earlier, and Xander told Spike ‘We need to talk,’ and went down to the basement and Spike asked me if the spell was still working and I said it was and they’ve been down there...”
“Harder, Xander, harder!” Spike yelled.
“Oh, god, Spike...Spike!” Xander groaned.
“...talking,” Willow finished lamely.
Buffy stood up and stared worriedly at the basement door. “Are you sure they’re not hurting each other?” she asked.
Willow blushed a deeper crimson. “I don’t think so,” she squeaked.
“Oh, god, Spike, please, gonna come!” Xander cried out.
Buffy’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. “That’s... They’re...”
“Talking,” Willow said, taking another gulp of the tea.
Buffy turned to Willow, her jaw working but no sound emerging.
“Talking,” Willow repeated insistently.
“No...,” Buffy began, shaking her head.
“Because the thought of it being anything else will bring forth an image that will burn a hole in your skull,” Willow said.
“I’ve already got it,” Buffy whimpered, rubbing her head.
Willow slid the bottle of scotch across the island. “Add this to the tea,” she advised. “It helps.”
Buffy poured a dollop of scotch into her cup, hesitated, and then added another.
Xander raced up the basement steps, Spike hot on his tail, unlocked the door, and exploded out into the kitchen. He froze when he saw the two girls sitting at the island, and Spike ran into his back.
“Umph! Move it, wanker,” he said, pushing Xander into the kitchen and emerging behind him.
Xander ran a hand through his sweaty hair nervously. “Uh, hey, Will, Buff. Whatcha doing?” he asked. “You, um, you’re back early from patrol,” he added. “Buffy’s back from patrol, Spike,” he said to the vampire behind him.
“So I see,” Spike responded wryly.
“Willow tells me you two have been...talking,” Buffy said.
“Huh?” Xander said.
“You know,” Buffy said, “working out your differences.”
“Oh, yeah, that,” Xander replied. “Yep, we’ve been, erm, working out our differences.”
“How’s that going?” Buffy asked.
Xander just stared at her stupidly.
“I mean, you and Spike are both important players on the home team, and it’s important that you get along, so I have a vested interest, ya know?” she said chirpily.
“Oh, well, it’s going...well. It’s going well!” Xander said. “Right, Spike?”
“Er, yeah, well,” Spike agreed, making Xander jump when he squeezed his ass. “Real well.”
“Great!” Buffy said, bouncing on the stool and clapping her hands. “That’s really great. Hey, you know, with all these girls around, they sometimes get on each other’s nerves, and there’s arguing and not talking, and sharing the bathroom, do you think you two could maybe, I don’t know, give them a little motivational speech on how to get along?” she asked, blinking innocently.
Xander paled and swayed backwards into Spike, who pushed him back upright.
“I don’t...,” he squeaked. “I don’t do public speaking. Remember the talent show?”
Willow slid off her stool and moved over to the two guys. “Could you guys excuse me for a minute?” she asked. “I just need to put these dirty clothes downstairs so they can get washed,” she said, indicating the basket of laundry setting beside the door.
“Oh, sure. Sorry, Will,” Xander said as he stepped aside, with Spike right behind him.
Instead of carrying the basket down, a tipsy Willow set it on the top step and gave it a push so that it started to skate down. She closed the basement door, and climbed back onto the stool. The four of them listened to the basket make its bumpy descent, and then crash into the floor.
Xander tilted his head as if he was trying to remember something that was right on the tip of his... His eyes widened. “Did you hear that?” he asked Spike.
Spike, who’d been thinking the same thing, said, “Uh, yeah.”
Xander turned to Willow, pointing a shaking finger at the closed basement door. “How come we could hear that?” he asked, his voice rising in near-hysteria. “What happened to the...the...”
“Spell,” Spike helped him out.
“...spell?” he finished with a squeak.
“Spell’s all gone,” Willow said as she tipped the bottle of scotch, pouring more liquid into the empty tea cup.
“Gone?” Xander yelped.
“Gone?” Spike repeated.
“H-how long’s it been...gone?” Xander asked.
“Ohhhhh...” Willow looked blearily at her watch-less wrist. “Since about ‘I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress, Spike’,” she said earnestly.
Xander’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed.
“You’re doing the fish-thing,” Willow told him, sipping her scotch.
Spike reached around and closed Xander’s mouth, then looked over at Buffy. “Not thinking of staking me, are you, Slay-, er, uh, Buffy?” he asked hopefully.
“Nah,” Buffy said with a wave of her hand. “Sounds like Xander already did that.”
Xander blushed even more.
“And who knew you were a screamer, Xan?” she continued. “Did you know?” she asked Willow.
Willow shook her head with exaggerated motions. “Nope. I didn’t know. And he’s loud, too,” she said.
“Er, yeah, Will,” Buffy said, moving the bottle of scotch away from the redhead.
“Who’s a screamer?” Anya asked as she appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Everyone jumped and Xander squealed.
“Xander,” Willow said.
“Oh. I could have told you that,” Anya said, and then thought for a moment. “Why are we talking about Xander screaming?” she asked.
“‘Cause he and Spike were...” Willow began, waving her hand around and almost falling off the stool.
“Do we have to do this?” Xander whined.
“Yes,” Anya replied. “Please continue,” she said to Willow.
“Doing it,” Willow said in a loud whisper.
“Doing what?” Anya asked.
“It,” Willow said.
“What it?” Anya asked.
“You know,” Willow said, using the same symbol Anya had once used of poking one finger through the circle formed by the index finger and thumb of her other hand. “It!”
“Oh. Hey! You were doing it with him?” she asked, pointing angrily at Spike. “And you didn’t let me watch? Did they let you watch?” she asked, turning on Buffy and Willow with narrowed eyes.
“No!” both girls yelled. “But we could hear ‘em,” Willow added. “It was such a vivid image,” she said dazedly, “so clear... Oh, oh, my head! Picture, picture!”
“Damn!” Anya swore. “I can’t believe I missed it!” She slumped against the doorframe. “You interested in a threesome?” she asked.
“No!” Xander yelped. He backed into Spike and the vampire wrapped his arms around Xander’s waist. “I’m not sharing,” he said with a pout. “And no more listening!” He waggled a finger at Willow and Buffy while Spike nuzzled his neck.
“Bummer,” Anya sighed. “I haven’t had sex in so long, Andrew is starting to look good. Hmm, there’s always Giles...”
“Euww, euww!” Buffy cried, covering her ears. “Stop! I’ve already got one mental image I’d rather not have, I don’t need another!”
“Well, what about you two?” Anya asked.
“What about us two?” Willow responded warily.
“You’re both available, good-looking women...”
“I’ve got a girlfriend...I think,” Willow said quickly.
Anya turned to Buffy. “What about you?” she asked.
“Me?” Buffy squealed. “Oh, no, I don’t...”
“Sex can be a great tension reliever,” Anya said convincingly.
“Yeah, it’s just, I’m really into guys,” Buffy replied.
Anya shrugged. “Fine,” she muttered disgustedly.
“Oh, good, you’re all still up,” Giles said as he burst into the kitchen.
Anya took the opportunity to look him over.
“Stop doing that!” Buffy screeched.
“Doing what?” Giles asked in confusion.
“Oh, er, nothing. What’s up, Giles?” Buffy asked.
“How was patrol?” he asked. “Any sign of Bringers or...”
“Nope,” Buffy replied with a deep sigh. “All quiet on the west coast.”
“Hmm,” he said, reaching up to rub his neck. “I’m not sure it’s a good thing we can’t seem to find them. They must have their headquarters here... If only we could...” His voice drifted off as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Anya took a quick look around the kitchen, and then scooted after him. “Hey, Giles,” they heard, “you look a little tense. Maybe I can help you with that.”
“Oh, god,” Buffy groaned. “Where’d the scotch go?” she asked.
“Dis scots?” Willow asked as she pulled the bottle away from her full mouth, and then swallowed.
“Yes, hand it over,” Buffy replied, holding out her hand.
“Yeah, ya know, I should really get going, too,” Xander said.
“I’ll walk you,” Spike offered.
“Great idea!” Xander responded.
“You drove,” Buffy reminded him sarcastically.
“Oh, right,” Xander said, blushing.
“Just go,” she said. “We’ll see you both tomorrow night.”
“Okay!” Xander grabbed Spike’s hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.
“You get bonus Slayer points if you take Giles and Anya with you!” Buffy called after them.
“Oh...my...god!” Xander cried as soon as the apartment door was closed behind them.
“Yeah, that was pretty good sex,” Spike agreed.
“What?” Xander squealed. “I wasn’t talking about the sex, I was talking about the...them...”
Spike grinned. “I know, pillock. But at least no one got staked!”
“Is that all you can think about?” Xander asked. He was even more embarrassed now than when Spike had tied him up and spanked him.
“Well, it is pretty important to one of us,” Spike replied sarcastically.
“I know,” Xander said soothingly. “Sorry. You’re right, staking would not be of the good.” He wrapped his arms around Spike. “But aren’t you the least bit embarrassed?” he asked. “I mean, it was Buffy and Willow! My best friends. My best girl friends,” he emphasized.
“Nah,” Spike said, cupping Xander’s ass. “Might’ve been embarrassed if you yelled out somethin’ like, ‘Boy, that was quick, now what about me?’,” Spike allowed.
Xander gave a little laugh at the stereotype, and then giggled at the image in his head of Spike rolling over and smoking a cigarette while he still lay there hard and unsatisfied. He leaned into Spike, resting his chin on the other man’s shoulder.
“What if I’d said, ‘Sliding into your ass feels like coming home, and I never want to leave’?” he asked, and then nibbled on Spike’s ear. “Or, ‘Spike, you’re the most amazing lover I’ve ever had’? Or, ‘Spike, I think I’m falling in love with you’?” he asked, getting the words out between sucking on Spike’s neck.
“Xander,” Spike breathed. He picked the boy up and Xander wrapped his legs around Spike’s waist, looking down at him.
“Would any of that have embarrassed you?” he asked softly.
“No,” Spike managed to get out as he hurriedly carried Xander to the bedroom. Moments later, thanks to vampire speed, they were both naked and Spike was kissing and licking his way down Xander’s body. He spent some time licking and sucking the boy’s thickening cock, and then lowered his lips to Xander’s balls.
Spike lifted Xander’s legs and pushed them back, raising his ass into the air. He skipped the teasing licks and dove into Xander’s hole with his tongue, fucking him as hard and deep as he could reach, sucking on the hole and wiggling his tongue.
Xander’s whole body felt electrified from the moment Spike had lain him on the bed and began kissing him. The way Spike was working Xander’s hole with his talented tongue—and thank god vampires didn’t need to breath!—he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Spike! Oh, god, Spike that feels wonderful. Don’t stop,” he babbled encouragement, until finally he yelled, “Oh, god, Spike, I’m gonna...gonna...!”
Spike continued to tongue Xander until the boy shot his last load, and then immediately used the hot creamy fluid to prepare him, gently lubing and stretching him. He knelt between Xander’s legs and placed his head at Xander’s pucker.
“Are you ready for me, Xan?” he asked.
“Yes,” Xander replied, nodding eagerly.
“Are you sure?” Spike asked, adding enough pressure to tease the boy.
“Yes!” Xander cried.
Spike lowered himself over Xander and kissed him as he pushed against his hole, his tongue invading Xander’s mouth as his cock invaded the boy’s ass. Xander grabbed Spike’s head and deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as Spike slid all the way into him.
“Mmm, Xander,” Spike groaned. “You’re so hot and tight. You feel like velvet wrapped around me.” He nuzzled Xander’s ear. “Sliding into you is like coming home, and I never want to leave,” he whispered.
Xander got choked up. “Spike.”
Spike kissed him again, and slowly moved his hips, leisurely fucking his boy. Xander kissed him back, his hands running over Spike’s body. He slipped one hand between them, and began gently rubbing one of Spike’s nipples. The kissing got more frantic, and Xander began to roll and pinch the nipple as Spike’s hips moved faster.
Spike pulled away from the kiss so he could concentrate on fucking Xander’s ass, and Xander’s lips latched onto his neck, tonguing him, and then sucking hard enough to leave a nice bruise.
“Oh, fuck!” Spike cried out when Xander bit him. “X-Xander, you’re the most amazing lover I’ve ever had,” he groaned.
“Really?” Xander asked.
“Most definitely,” Spike said, feeling Xander’s cock twitch between them. “And I think I’m falling in love with you...”
“Oh, god, Spike,” Xander moaned, trying to raise his hips to take Spike deeper and get more friction on his now-aching penis.
“You tasted my blood last night,” Spike said softly, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Tonight, I want to taste yours.”
“Oh, oh, god,” Xander whimpered as his balls contracted. “Yes, okay, yes...”
Spike pulled Xander up and kissed his neck, then morphed and sank his fangs into the boy’s soft skin. Xander made a little noise of pain, and then sighed when Spike began to suck on his neck, pulling his blood out of him. The sigh turned into a deep moan, and then Xander screamed as his orgasm hit, throwing his head back and arching his spine.
Spike pulled his fangs out of the boy’s neck and growled as Xander’s muscles clenched around him, and then he too came, roaring like an animal and staring down at Xander with yellow eyes, filling him with his seed...claiming him. Empty, Spike morphed back and lowered himself onto Xander. He lapped at the puncture wounds on the boy’s neck.
After several minutes of silence, Spike asked, “Xan, you okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” Xander replied, sounding high. “Now I know why Riley liked that. Is it like that all the time?” he asked.
“Depends,” Spike said, not wanting to ruin the mood with talk of killing and torture. “For us it will be,” he said.
“Co-o-o-ol,” Xander said euphorically, then trained glazed eyes on Spike. “Did you mean it?” he asked.
Spike knew exactly what he was talking about. “Every word,” he said.
Xander smiled, and his eyes watered. “Did you ever wonder why we fought so much?” he asked, snuggling into Spike, though he was the bigger of the two.
“No,” Spike said with a shrug. “Just figured it was ‘cause you were a pillock.”
“Hey!” Xander cried, and swung at Spike half-heartedly.
“You got a theory?” Spike asked, grabbing Xander’s hand and kissing the palm.
“Yeah,” Xander said, nodding. “We should do this as often as possible.”
Spike grinned. “Agreed,” he said. “But I meant about the fighting. You were wondering...”
“Oh, yeah, that,” Xander said. “You know how they say there’s a thin line between love and hate? Well, I think we were attracted to one another all along, but didn’t want to admit it,” he said sagely.
Spike didn’t say anything, and Xander’s face fell. “Or, maybe it was just me,” he said sadly with a bitter laugh, and then turned away to hide the tears that suddenly burned his eyes. Now that, he thought, was embarrassing.
“No, Xander, no.” Spike forced him to turn his head back. “Wasn’t just you, luv. You just surprised me is all. Made me remember something I hadn’t thought about in a while.”
“What?” Xander asked, wiping the tears away.
Spike slid up his body and licked the tears from his face, placing light kisses on his eyes and cheeks. He moved back down and laid his head on Xander’s chest so he didn’t have to look at the boy while he spoke.
“Remember that night at the school?” he asked. “The night Angelus gave you to me?”
“Yeah,” Xander said, nodding.
“I was really pissed you got away,” Spike said. “Always thought you should have been mine. I just figured it was a vampire-thing, rather than an attraction-thing, and then everything went to hell, and I wasn’t in much of a position to do anything about it. The wheelchair, Acathla, Dru leaving me, the bloody chip... I must have buried it, ‘cause I didn’t even think about it until you just said that.”
“I think...I think that’s when...,” Xander hesitated. “When it started for me, too,” he admitted. “Only I didn’t forget about it. I thought about it almost every day, and every time I ached, I hated you more...for making me want you...”
Xander’s admission had made Spike hard again. He slid down Xander’s body, lifted his legs, and slipped back inside him. Xander stared at him with wide eyes; Spike just grinned.
“What can I say, luv?” he asked as he slowly pumped, climbing to his knees so he could reach Xander’s nipples, and grabbing the boy’s hands so he couldn’t touch himself. “Like the idea of you achin’ for me. You achin’ for me now, Xan?”
“Gah!”
“Gonna make you scream, Xan,” Spike promised. “Don’t care if the whole apartment building hears you this time.”
“S-speaking of screaming,” Xander got out. “How come Mr. I’ve-Got-Vampire-Hearing couldn’t tell that the soundproofing spell was gone?” he asked.
“Hmm, funny thing about that,” Spike said around a nipple. “In retrospect, I did notice, but it happened so gradually, and I was kinda busy at the time, so I didn’t notice I noticed, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I think I got that,” Xander said. “But I don’t think it excuses your behavior, do you?” he asked archly.
“What do you mean?” Spike asked, not really caring too much since he was busy fucking Xander and teasing the boy’s nipples.
“I think you were a very bad boy,” Xander said.
Spike slowly raised his head. “Do you now?” he asked. “Think I need to be spanked?”
Xander blushed.
“Did you like spanking my bum?” he teased. “Did I tell you how much I enjoyed spanking your bum? It got all red, and warm, and you wiggled it so nice, made me want to bury myself inside you...” He paused. “Maybe you need to be punished for not having a better spell,” Spike suggested.
Xander moaned.
“Yeah,” Spike went on, letting go of one of Xander’s hands and rubbing his palm over Xander’s ass. “Maybe you were the bad boy. Maybe you need your bum spanked to teach you a lesson.”
Xander’s fingers convulsively clutched at Spike’s.
“What do you think?” Spike asked.
“Yeah,” Xander agreed breathlessly.
“Say it,” Spike ordered, brushing Xander’s prostate.
“Oh, god! Yes, I need to be spanked!” Xander cried.
Spike brought his hand down on Xander’s cheek, and both men cried out—Xander at the sting, and Spike at the sensation of Xander’s internal muscles clenching tight around him. Spike rubbed Xander’s cheek and then slapped him again. Xander reached for him and pulled his face down, and soon they were kissing and writhing together as Spike fucked and spanked Xander.
Not long after the spanking started, Xander stiffened. Spike was glad, since he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out. He pinched Xander gently, then spanked him once more, and the boy did scream when his orgasm ripped through him. Spike bit his lip to keep from screaming himself as Xander’s body pulled his orgasm from him.
The two men fell together in a heap of boneless flesh, silent as they recovered from their orgasms. Finally Xander spoke. “Thank god for Anya,” he said softly, breathlessly.
“Why’s that, pet?” Spike asked.
“If not for her, I’d never be able to keep up with you,” Xander said.
“Mmm, yeah,” Spike agreed. “We’ll have to do something nice for her.”
“Maybe we could give Giles the paddle...” Xander trailed off as Spike lifted his head and stared at him. “What?”
“Our paddle?” Spike asked.
Xander’s eyes got big. “No-o-o! Of course not! I m-meant th-the crop, o-or the flogger, b-but never our paddle!”
“Didn’t think so,” Spike said, laying his head back down. “Kinda like to use the flogger on you, so make it the crop.”
“Okay,” Xander agreed with a smile as he wrapped his arms around his lover.
The End
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