Rating: adult
Summary: Xander sees Spike do something he wished he hadn't, then turns it to his advantage.
Notes: Spike/Other, Xander/Anya, 1,849 words. Betaed by Sexymermaid. *smoochies* Any mistakes are from my own re-write.
Disclaimer: I don't make any money from this. If I did, I would have bought a car off the novel I wrote

Back Alley


At first Xander was flattered that Giles trusted him with his little British car to drive two towns over to pick up a much-needed text. But after the car sputtered to a halt in the middle of nowhere, and insisted on stopping for two hours in the heat before restarting, his view started to dim of his noble quest. Then when he finally reached town, the directions he had tucked in his pocket were almost unreadable from the sweat.

What should have been a there and back of some six hours had taken all day. It was very dark by the time he left the seedy shop and started to head home. His stomach gurgled and he took a look at he rest of the shops on the street. Two doors down across the street was a seedy looking diner. It’s fly-specked windows shone dully between music-thumping bars.

Xander shrugged, locked the book in the car’s trunk and headed over. A surprisingly non-greasy omelet and moist slice of cake later, Xander felt up  to the journey home. He stepped back in the humid night and was so set on making sure the car was untouched he almost missed the laugh that floated over the chatter of the group of bar patrons on the corner.

Xander scanned the crowd trying to place it. When he caught sight of a shock of white-blond hair above a red shirt, it clicked. Spike laughed like that when he killed something, usually after ripping its head off.  

Xander slipped over to stand half behind a parked truck and watched the vampire. He was talking to a tall man, with broad shoulders and a shock of thick dark hair. The man’s back was to him as he moved to the other side of the truck. Xander thought he saw a flash of money between the two men before they turned and vanished into the dark of the alley.

Xander hesitated. What did he care what the blond bastard was doing? The pest did everything he could to wheedle money from them. Xander turned to head home, made it two steps, then returned to the alley.

What if Spike had gotten the chip out?  What if he had lured the man back there to bite him?

Xander eased his way into the alley. It was dark and there was trash and shipping pallets everywhere. Xander picked up a stake-like splinter and crept further in.

He could hear movement and a few low words exchanged. It sounded like they were just on the other side of a dumpster overflowing with bottles and other bar flotsam.

Spike cursed loudly once, and Xander peeked around the dumpster.

What he saw almost made him drop his stake.

Spike was bent over, clutching the slats of a pallet. The man was behind him, clutching Spike’s hips. Enough of a near-by streetlight worked its way in to shine off the pale flesh of  Spike’s ass and pick out a little color from the red shirt where it was bunched up on his back.

Both men were making soft animalistic grunts and sighs. Spike dropped his head down and pushed back. “Yeah, give it me good, mate.”

Xander didn’t realize he’d made a sound until Spike looked him straight in the eye.  Xander watched the wicked grin spread over his face.

“Harder,” the vampire said, coaxing the man.

“Won’t last as long,” the man said.

“Don’t care, give me all you got.”

The man shifted his grip and pounded hard. Spike let out a string of curses. Xander didn’t know why he didn’t leave, why he could only stare. Spike looked over at him, and lowered one hand from the slats.

Xander couldn’t see, but he knew that Spike was working his own cock.

The man’s rhythm broke, and with a few more punishing, skin slapping strokes, moaned and pulled Spike tight against him.

“Fill me up! Yeah!” Spike said and shot.

Xander turned and blindly made his way up the alley. He almost made it out to the street before his stomach lurched. Xander leaned against the wall, shaking and feeling a bit queasy. Why was he in shock? He’d seen Spike naked, and knew the vampire lived for sex as much as he lived for the kill. Hell, one of the reasons Xander had kicked him out was because the vampire liked to “wank off” whenever he felt like it. Come to think of it, he often did it while Xander was around.

Xander heard footsteps and whirled around, wondering when he’d dropped the stake.

The big man who had been fucking Spike stepped out of the shadows. He gave Xander the once-over and smiled. “I could help you take care of that.”

“What?” Xander asked, confused.

The man raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Xander’s crotch. There was no mistaking the erection tenting his jeans.

“Um… no. No.” Xander stuttered.

The man sighed. “Too bad,” and moved on.  

Xander dropped back to lean against the wall. Why the hell was he hard? Stupid young man’s body. Watching a soulless male vampire getting fucked up the ass in an alley that stank of garbage shouldn’t make him hard.

“What’s the matter, Whelp? Get too much of an education at once?”

Xander glared at him and strode out into the marginally fresher air in the street. He turned to confront Spike who had followed him. “That was nasty, Spike.”

The vampire leaned beside him with his arms folded. “Yeah, just like I like it.”

“I know you need money, but ew!”

“I need…” Spike threw back his head and laughed. “You think I need more than I make off you wankers?”

Xander scowled at him and contemplated finding the wood splinter once more. “Yeah, I think.”

Spike doubled over laughing, supporting himself with a hand on Xander’s shoulder.

Xander slapped it off and pulled the keys out of his pocket. As it was, it was going to be midnight before he got home.  “Whatever, loser!”

Spike grabbed Xander’s arm and spun him around, wincing as the chip tingled. “He didn’t pay me.”

“So you put out to guys for free? Great. Get off me.”

Spike shook him. “Oh no, he didn’t pay me. I paid him.”

“You…paid him?” Xander stopped fighting and Spike let him go.

“Yeah,” Spike shook out a cigarette and lit it. “Frank’s… gifted. Did you see the size of his…”

“No! I did not and I don’t want to know!”

Spike shrugged. “If it feels good, do it. That’s the vampire creed. And once in a while I get this… itch that only a long hard…”

“I don’t want to know!” Xander fumbled the door open and miracle of miracles, the car started first time. He peeled out down the street hearing Spike’s laughter ringing behind him.

Xander tried to forget the event he’d seen in the alley, but that proved impossible. Every time Spike saw Xander and no one else was there to witness, he would slowly lick his lips, turn around and run a  hand over his ass, or make sex sounds. Xander would damn his body when it responded.

He was glad Anya liked anal sex once in a while. A few weeks after “the incident,” Xander talked her into it.

He had his beautiful girlfriend on all fours, his cock buried in her ass, and his hands clutching her hips. Why was it he flashed on Spike’s cursing voice and the way he’d asked for it harder as he came?

Xander found himself asking for anal sex from Anya until she blew up. She let loose all her complaints about how all his jobs made him smell bad and as soon as she learned to cope with one stink, he moved on to another fast food joint. And how was he going to get a pay raise if he kept changing jobs. While she was at it, she was sick of the basement, too.

Xander lay on his bed, the sheets beside him still warm from Anya’s body, and came up with a plan to keep Anya, make some money, and get Spike out of his head.

Before he could put his plan into action, another world-threatening crisis surfaced. Things were exciting for a few days, the world was saved again, and Xander watched as Giles counted over some money to Spike. The vampire waved it in Xander’s direction with a smug look, stuffed it deep in his pocket, stroked his crotch and left as soon as Giles turned his back.

Xander sat on the Magic Box table and stared after Spike. His body was reacting again. “Why does he get paid and we don’t?”

“Humm?” Giles didn’t even pause in stacking up the scattered research books. “Because he wouldn’t help us if we didn’t pay him.”

“What if I would only help for money?”

“Oh, didn’t be ridiculous, Xander. Help me put up…” Giles glanced up from his work. “Now where on earth did he go?”

The tinkle of the bell over the door was left in Xander’s wake.

He caught up with Spike a block over as the vampire strode toward his crypt. “What’s up, Whelp? Hoping for another show?”

Xander caught his arm and stopped him. “Spike, wait.”

Spike looked slowly up from the hand that was crumpling his coat with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, sorry,” Xander let go and soothed out the wrinkles.

“What is it? It’s payday and I’ve got things to do.”

Xander coughed and scuffed one toe on the sidewalk. “That’s… um… that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“About the things I have to do?” Spike got in his face. “What, you want more details? Want to try and blackmail me? Won’t work, you know. ‘Cause I don’t care!”

“How much do you pay?”

Spike blinked and stepped back. “What?”

“How much? Cause, well, it’s a long drive over there and…”

“What are you getting at, Harris?”

“I need money. You got money…”

Spike stared at him.

Xander bit his lip. “Look, never mind. It’s actually rather gross and forget I…” Xander turned away.

Spike’s eyes widened as he realized what Xander was offering. “Twenty five dollars.”

Xander stopped but didn’t turn around.

“That’s more than fair for a beginner like you, and not like I’d want you to do me, anyway.”

Xander took a couple of steps away. “Of course, that’s not what Frank gets cause he’s got…”

Xander sighed, turned around, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He didn’t say anything, but worked it a little to harden it.

Spike swallowed and gazed admiringly at Xander’s thick cock. “Um… experience. Frank’s got…”


Spike jumped away from Xander guiltily and looked around. “Where? What?”

Xander sighed and tucked himself away. “There’s nothing I haven’t done with Anya.”

“Doesn’t surprise me, girl’s a demon after all.”

Xander shrugged. “How much?”




“Fifty,” Xander said again, “and you catch.”

Spike smiled. “Yeah. I catch. Come scratch my itch and maybe we can see what else you can do.”

The End

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