Divide and Conquer by Criss Moody
Date: May 31st, 2000
Distribution: Archives of the lists that receive this, yes. Anyone else, ask.
Spoilers: Nope. Takes place sometime in Season Four when Spike is staying with Xander.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Content Warning: m/m sex
Summary: Xander gets all shook up.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and his friends own the characters and the concept. I'm just satisfying my own perverse needs.
Two hours ago Xander Harris' world had been clearly delineated into two camps - the good guys and the bad guys. The good guys were easy enough to see: Giles, Willow, Buffy, and a few others that changed from time to time. The bad guys were the vampires (without souls), demons, and everything else that lived under rocks and in seedy supernatural bars.
But two hours ago a blonde, arrogant waste of undead flesh had tossed those camps into a martini shaker and shook not stirred.
One hundred and twenty minutes ago, Spike had bent down and lightly kissed Xander's forehead while the mortal slept. Just as the cool lips had touched his warm skin, Xander had woken up and watched through slitted eyes as his enemy sat down in a chair next to the bed and dozed.
Now, Xander leaned close to the sleeping vampire and whispered.
"I could touch you in a lot of places. A lot of naughty, unmentionable, very gay kind of places, like that small strip of vaguely illicit skin, you know that place you always know you shouldn't touch because somehow it's dirty and wrong but you do anyway because it feels all soft and silky under your fingers?" Xander eased back from Spike's body which reclined backwards in a recliner. Breathing heavily at the thought of Spike's nude body looming over his own, Xander balled his hand into a fist until he felt his nails cut into his flesh just above the bed of his palm. This thing, this sudden need to toss Deadboy Junior down on the floor, rip off his nearly monochrome wardrobe and suck the dead but still active cock down his throat, scared the hell out of poor Xander. It was like his black and white world had sudden flashed Technicolor and there was no way of ever going back. Xander would be forced to forever wade his way through sapphire blue, fuschia, blood red, and every other color on earth. When the young man felt blood drip down his palm, he released the fist and rubbed at the skin there while staring at Spike's face, at the angled lines, the softness of the eyelids, the translucent pink lips cracked open as if the vampire were breathing.
Xander turned to go, bringing his wounded palm up to the edge of his flannel shirt to staunch the flow of blood. Just as the palm met the flannel, a pale, clawlike hand gripped it. Xander looked down to see wide, calm eyes gazing up at his wild, panicked orbs.
"Neyeyeyeyeyeyeh," was all that came out when the mortal opened his mouth to speak. It was supposed to be 'What the hell do you think you're doing' or 'Get away from me, you undead impotent creep' but the boner he sprung at the gossamer touch had interfered with his already confused brain cells. The massive brain fry in progress accelerated when Spike's tongue snaked out to lap at the dark blood smeared over Xander's palm. Xander gasped and swayed as the rough tongue laved the blood away from the small, moon-shaped marks. Quicksilver pleasure shot through Xander's arm and straight down to his stiff manhood, hardening it even further. In one swift move, Spike stood and swept the younger man into his strong embrace and lowered Xander down to the bed. By the time Xander could think again, the time for thinking, for saying no, for talking had passed. Spike's lips snared Xander's and nearly bruised the tender flesh there with a swift, brutal kiss. From there Spike's moist lips and tongue traveled over Xander's face, blessing each bit of skin with a kiss, a lick, or a nip.
"Do you want this?" The vampire's quiet words seeped into Xander's head but took a moment to take hold. The mighty William the Bloody was actually asking permission. Of course, it was entirely possible that if Spike took without asking nicely, he'd end up with a skull-crushing headache. Xander nodded maniacally, hoping that a non-verbal reply would be enough. Hope, however, had apparently deserted the young man for the moment.
"Gotta tell me what you want, luv, or you're not going to get anything." Cool, time-roughened lips brushed over Xander's plusher pair, sending shivers racing across his mortal flesh. For a sweet instant, Spike's tongue slipped into Xander's hot mouth to caress the flexible piece of muscle there. "Want a kiss? Or maybe you want this…" Spike's hands left their positions on either side of Xander's head to travel down the boy's torso, removing the flannel shirt as he went. Xander almost bit his lip off when he saw Spike suck an index finger into his mouth before lowering the moist digit back down to the mortal's chest. Trails of liquid fire sprang up around Xander's nipples, raising the nubbins of flesh to aching hardness and spreading goosebumps across the muscled chest. The lava spread over Xander's chest by Spike's finger pooled into his belly button and insidiously eased under the waistband of his pants. Spike spread his hand over the mound of hot, resilient flesh at Xander's groin and squeezed. Xander half rose off the bed as he felt his constrained erection rubbed by the vampire's hand. When the mortal's mouth dropped open at the shaky heat billowing through his veins, Spike again pressed his mouth to Xander's as he eased his hand's movements.
With a deadly serious face, Spike lowered his body so that his face was approximately parallel with Xander's stomach. The vampire slipped each button on the pants out of its button hole with a soft kiss on the newly exposed flesh. Spike carefully eased the boxers off with the pants and carelessly threw them both off into a corner of the bedroom. Two alabaster white hands smoothed down to Xander's knees and spread the heavy, solid thighs apart. Xander held his breathe and closed his eyes after he saw Spike look up at him and grin. When a cold wet finger brushed against the crinkled skin of his anus, Xander took a sharp breath in at the feel of it. "This what you want, luv? My fingers up your ass? My ruby red and hard cock up your virgin hole? Tell me, luv, and I'll do whatever you want."
Xander's dry tongue thrust desperately against the roof of his mouth in an attempt to wet the cavern enough to speak without his voice dying in the dryness there.
"Uh, urgh, um, what…whatever you're thinking would be good would be fine, it's all fine, feels good, feels…" Xander's voice died when Spike's fingered that small, highly erotic strip of flesh between the anus and the genital area. The only thing that kept Xander from coming was Spike's tight grip on the base of the mortal's penis. "Tsk, tsk, wouldn't want to come before me, now would you?" The peroxide blonde vampire straddled the mortal's waist and brought their cocks up against each other. As the sweaty bobbing flesh made contact, Xander's eyes rolled back into his head and he felt himself falling into something akin to a faint, except it wasn't because he was a guy.
"None of that, luv." Xander heard Spike's melodic British voice seconds before he felt a hand smack against his cheek. "Now," Spike's voice briskly said, "because I can tell you're disgustingly pure and innocent, this won't be a right proper buggering. Rest assured, both of us will be happy, we just won't be so sore we can't walk…I'm saving that for later." Spike backed his hips away from Xander's so that the tip of his slender manhood rested in the tight, dark curls of the mortal's pubic hair. He began to methodically rock his sculpted hips back and forth, lightly brushing his erection against Xander's thicker, blood heavy cock. With each stroke Spike brought their aching cocks into deeper contact, rubbing harder and longer until Xander's head started to thrash against the bed. Xander arched up off the bed as he started to come and Spike brought his hand down to slide their moist manhoods together. The soft cool touch of the hand on his cock finished off any resolve Xander had to drag out his orgasm as long as possible. Xander was pretty sure he saw stars…or maybe it was moons, or stakes, or little vampires with cute little fangs and really big cocks.
Gasping for breath, Xander tried to reorganize his scrambled brain cells, but sleep yanked his will out from under him. He collapsed back on the bed, cradled in Spike's arms.
"Next time, you can touch my ' small strip of vaguely illicit skin'," Spike whispered to the sleeping mortal in his embrace before he placed a chaste kiss on Xander's ear. Slayerette and vampire, they slept, unknowingly knotted together by limbs and the intangible nature of unexpected passion.
Things could never be the same.