Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/X

Warning: This contains m/m slash. If this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes. Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc. I own nothing, so please don’t sue me. I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created.
Spoilers: Season 7 of Buffy through “First Date”.

Author’s Notes: This is written for the Spander Inquisition for Nashmaveric.
Summery: Xander is upset after his demonic date. Spike is there to help offer a “male perspective”.
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Thanks to [info]tehshiny  for the quick beta.

First Date's a Charm


The cool night air wrapped around Xander like a fog as he slowly banged his head against the solid frame of the Summers’ home.

“Stupid, stupid,” he whispered to himself. “Gay me up? What the hell was I thinking?”

“Who knows?” the silky voice whispered behind him, practically making the young man jump out of his skin.

Spinning around, Xander yelled at the interloper, “Spike, don’t do that!” Then, under his breath, he muttered, “A bell. I gotta get that guy a bell.”

The blonde smirked at the comment, but let it go. “What are ya’ doin’ out here, whelp? Trying to do a little work on the house with your head?”

“Very funny, Mr. Tight Pants,” Xander said as he began to rub the sore spot on his forehead. “I just needed to get out of there. It got…weird.”

“Weird?” Spike asked, cocking his head to the side. “You sure you want to go with weird? I was thinking more of mortifying, or awkward.”

“Maybe terror inducing,” Xander helped.

“Or stupid.”

Both men were chuckling at that point, both believing Xander’s blurted declaration to be quite dumb, considering the situation. Once they were able to calm down, Spike reached over and handed the brunette a cold bottle of beer.

“Thanks,” Xander said wearily as they settled down next to each other on the bench away from the house. They had already been chastised by both Buffy and Giles for drinking and smoking in the potentials presence, saying that they were being bad examples. Honestly, neither really cared. Tomorrow, they could be dead, or worse. So, who cares if they enjoyed some of the finer vices in life before the big show down. Not them.

They were able to sit in companionable silence for a while, until Spike was about halfway through his beer and finished two cigarettes until he couldn’t take it anymore. “So, are you ever going to tell them the truth?”

“I tried, didn’t I?” Xander said, sadly. “You saw how well they didn’t take it. It was bad enough when Wills made her announcement. For some reason, I just get the feeling that Xander’s announcement that I’m bi just doesn’t compare to the coming apocalypse. So I guess that means no man loving for Xander before he dies.”

“Why are you so sure you’re going to die?” the vampire asked quietly, unsure if their tentative friendship allowed for this kind of question.

Xander shrugged lightly. “Don’t really know, but I can feel something coming and it’s gonna be bad, Spike. Really bad. I may not die, but it just might kill me.”

Silence surrounded them again as both men were lost in their thoughts.

Xander was still surprised that he and Spike had actually found some common ground. Being practically the only men in a sea of estrogen would do that to you. He didn’t count Giles in with them, the watcher isolated himself from everyone when he wasn’t teaching or training, and Andrew didn’t count because…come on.

Spike was happy that he and the boy, no man, had finally formed a friendship. Even though they had always seemed to hate each other, Spike recognized a kindred spirit. Someone who was overlooked, simply because he seemed plain. But Spike knew that Xander was anything but plain.

It started out simply enough. Xander would come home from work and Spike would get him a beer. Xander would ask Spike if he was still insane and Spike would ask Xander if he was ready to come out of the closet yet. Finally, one night when they were confessing their deepest, darkest secrets completely shitfaced drunk, Xander had admitted to kissing another boy. Spike had been floored. The dark haired man had seemed as straight as they come, but he was wrong.

Xander had proceeded to tell the blonde about the day of their High School graduation. There was this one boy who had a crush on Xander, had come out to the frightened Scoobie, who decided that this was his one last shot at the “Xan-man”. Sadly, he had been correct. The boy died in the battle.

Maybe that’s why the whelp is feeling this way now, Spike thought. He feels this was his last shot before the final battle.

Breaking the silence, Spike said softly, “You know. It doesn’t have to be that way.”

Xander turned towards the vampire and smiled before draining the last of his beer and setting the bottle on the grass. “You sure about this?” he asked, huskily.

Spike was shocked to silence for a few moments. “Didn’t really expect that,” he said with a smirk.

“What?” Xander replied, a matching smirk gracing his face. “You expected me to act like some terrified virgin? Fuck that. So, how’s this going to work?”

That was definitely not the response Spike was expecting, but he wasn’t about to turn down the offer. He leered at the brunette and asked, “Your place or mine?”

Xander snorted at the cliché. “Don’t have a place anymore, Spike, remember? Moved out yesterday to move into Slayer Central.”

The vampire nodded lightly, recalling the hefting of many boxes upstairs. “So, my place I guess then. Don’t mind, do you?”

“Not so long as you can keep it down and maybe lock the door so that we don’t end up getting disturbed by curious teenagers.”

“Or any curious former vengeance demons,” Spike chuckled. “You know that if your bird found out about this, she’d want to watch.”

“Or join in.”

They both laughed at the thought until, as one, they stood and made their way toward the house. Slipping into the kitchen, they both deposited their empty bottles in the recyclable bucket before retrieving two more bottles from the back of the refrigerator and sneaking through the door that led to the basement.

Once the door was closed, Xander whispered, “Is there a lock?”

Spike simply shrugged. “Don’t know. Never used one. You all were worried about me getting out, not you lot getting in.”

“Hmmm,” the human thought for a few moments before working out a way to block the door that would keep prying eyes away. Satisfied, he walked down the stairs, looking for the vampire. “Spike?” he called quietly.

“Just getting set up, luv,” the blonde called as he came around the corner, carrying two soft looking comforters. “Left over from my crypt. Just need to make things more comfortable, pet.”

Xander stood to the side and watched as the vampire set up the basement for them. The realization of what they were going to do began to set in and he began to feel nervous. Taking a large pull from his beer, Xander watched the way the pale creature before him moved. He had studied Spike before. He didn’t know how anyone couldn’t. Spike was thin, but muscular and lithe. He had cheekbones that could cut glass and sapphire eyes that would pierce right to your soul.

“You ok, Xan?” Spike asked when he noticed that the young man was staring at him, frozen to the spot.

“Yeah, sorry,” Xander said softly. “Reality set in for a minute there. I’m fine.”

The blonde smirked at the boy as he slowly sauntered over to him using every once of sexual energy he possessed. By the time he reached the brunette, the human was panting with need. Spike reached up and grasped the warm cheeks with his cool hands and pulled the willing mouth down to his own.

Feeling the soft lips against his own, Xander gasped at the feeling of kissing another man. It had been a long time, too long. Larry had been his first and only male kiss. It had been soft and sweet, hard and desperate all at the same time. Xander couldn’t help but think that this kiss was the same.

Snaking out his tongue, Spike traced the sweet lips, waiting for them to part for him. He didn’t have to wait long. Xander moaned softly, unfolding like a flower allowing the vampire the access he craved. The cool tongue began to search out every millimeter of the boy’s warmth, reveling in the taste of him.

Pulling away to allow the human to breath, Spike reached over to feel his own stubble chafed skin. It had been too long since he had last felt that delicious burn.

“Wow,” Xander whispered, eyes still closed and licking his lips.

The blonde chuckled and reached for the warm hand, pulling the boy toward the cot. As they settled on the soft coverings, they turned to each other, neither really knowing what to say.



They both chuckled. “How do you want to do this?” Spike asked.

“Well, I’m assuming you’ve had some experience,” the boy said with a smirk. “I actually do remember some of the stories you babbled about you and Angelus while we were drunk, you know.” Spike rolled his eyes slightly. “So, I want you to take me, please. I want to know what it’s like…to be taken.”

Spike closed his eyes. The quiet request, the pleading in the boy’s eyes and the barely disguised desperation practically made the vampire cum in his pants like a teenager. He slowly opened them to stare into the expressive brown depths watching him. “Ok,” he whispered, desire making his voice a husky whisper.

Xander shuddered at the sexy tone. He leaned forward to reclaim the lips before him. As he laid down on the makeshift bed, he pulled the pliant vampire down on top of him.

The blonde adjusted himself so that he was straddling the young man’s upper thighs, aligning their hard cocks. As their hard lengths met, both men groaned out loud at the sensation.

“Yeah. Oh fuck yeah,” Xander moaned as he humped up against the hardness pressing into him.

“Shh,” Spike whispered, running his fingers through the dark curly locks, trying to soothe the boy. “All good things come to those who wait.”

“Don’t wanna wait,” the boy whined. “Wanna fuck.”

The blonde chuckled and nuzzled the warm neck, licking the throbbing pulse point. He sucked the tempting flesh into his mouth and bit lightly, hoping it was enough to leave a mark. He placed biting kisses up the tempting neck and licked the tasty shell of Xander’s ear. “Undress me, luv,” he commanded quietly.

Xander moaned as he reached down to pull at the hem of the T-shirt and wrenched it quickly over the blonde head. He trailed his fingertips over the exposed, cool flesh above him. Scrapping his nails down the muscular back, he smiled when Spike practically purred as he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of the too tight jeans. He pushed Spike off him enough to reach around and began to pull the buttons loose from the fly.

Spike fought not to thrust into the warmth so close to his aching cock. He wanted the boy to feel comfortable with his explorations; he didn’t want to scare him off by moving too far, too fast.

As the last button was freed, the needy erection fell free, hard and heavy in the boy’s palm. “Jesus,” he whispered.

“Not quite,” the blonde said, chuckling. He looked into the deep brown eyes and saw the fear beneath the desire. “You alright, pet?”

“Yeah,” the brunette said, his eyes never leaving the pulsing organ in his hand. “It’s just…you’re really big. I thought Anya was pulling my leg.”

“What’s the matter, Xander? Not what you expected?”

“No!” the boy said laughing. “What, you expect me to go out and find other penises to compare and contrast? Never been this far with another guy, Blondie Bear.”

Spike rolled his eyes at the nickname and leaned down to kiss the warm lips. “Don’t worry, Xan. I’ll take good care of you. You’ll be crying out soon enough and not from any pain.”

The young man shivered at the promise and the sexy tone it was made in. It just made him want the vampire more. “Please Spike. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Strip,” the vampire commanded. Both men stood and clothes were flying all over the small basement, leaving both men panting and needy. Spike practically gasped when Xander grabbed him and pulling them down onto the bed in a heap of naked male flesh.

Stealing himself against the shiver he knew was coming, the vampire growled as he claimed the young man’s mouth in a brutal kiss. He snuck his hand under the pillow to find the tube of lubricant he had hidden under there when he was preparing the bed. Working his way down the body beneath him, he popped the top of the small container and coated his fingers with the slick substance.

Xander moaned as the cool tongue circled his left nipple before biting it lightly. He was so lost in the sensation; he never noticed the cool fingers slowly approaching his entrance. As the smooth finger slipped over the pucker, the human gasped out loud at the tingle he felt run from the sphincter through his groin and settle in the pit of his stomach. The moan that followed caused Spike to react with a passion.

Taking the boy’s wanton behavior as a sign to continue, the blonde slowly breached the tight ring of muscle with a single fingertip. He watched for any sign of reluctance and, seeing none, he pushed the digit the rest of the way in before beginning to lightly thrust the finger in and out of the searing passage.

Xander gasped at the feeling. He had done this to himself, but this was different. This was heaven.

Feeling the muscles relax, Spike added a second finger, pushing and stretching, preparing this boy. Crooking his finger, he rubbed the nub hidden deep inside and smiled against the boy’s chest when Xander groaned and bucked up against him.

The human couldn’t believe the incredible sensations coursing through his body. When Spike inserted the second finger, it burned and hurt for a few minutes, but as soon as he relaxed, the pain turned to pleasure and he was floating until Spike hit the spot inside.

He never noticed the third finger when it joined its brothers and soon he was pleading in a broken whisper, “Please, now, please, god, please.”

Unable to wait any longer, Spike pulled his fingers from the greedy hole and slicked his aching cock with the remainder of the lube on his hand. He started to turn the boy onto his belly, but Xander resisted.

“Want to see you,” he begged.

“As you wish,” Spike said with a smile before kissing the kiss swollen lips and settling between the strong thighs. “You ready, luv?”

“Yes,” Xander growled. “Do it!”

The blonde growled as he pressed forward and breached the boy’s body with just the head of his hard cock.

“Fuck!” the brunette exclaimed, panting and trying to relax. Knowing that Spike was waiting, Xander took a deep breath and let go of all his tension and smiled up at the blonde staring at him. “Now.”

Spike swallowed hard and used every bit of his thin control not to bury himself balls deep into the warm body. He slowly pressed inside until he was fully seated inside the heat and waited for a sign that Xander was ready. He didn’t have to wait long.

Xander began to thrust up lightly, begging with his body for Spike to continue. The blonde was happy to oblige. He pulled out and thrust back in slowly, smirking at the low moan emanating from the boy. Soon, the men were thrusting together and Xander brought his knees up to receive his lover’s cock at a better angle.

Feeling Xander move, Spike smirked before reaching down and hooking both warm knees with his arms and hoisting the brunette’s legs up so they were resting on his shoulders. Spike twisted his hips until the boy cried out in pleasure as the hardness inside him brushed against his prostate. The muscles clamped down as the pleasure washed over him and Spike bucked harder into the warm body.

“Fuck, yeah Spike,” Xander cried out loudly. “Do that again!”

“Quiet, pet,” the blonde hushed the man below him. “The whole house will know if you don’t.”

“Don’t care,” the human moaned as he reached up to twine the blonde locks in his fingers and pulled the soft lips down to his own.

At the feeling of the demanding lips and the greedy hole sucking him in, Spike began to buck harder into the willing body, the thrust increasing in strength and speed. Soon both men were panting and crying out in need. With Spike leaning forward to kiss the boy, Xander’s dripping cock was trapped between their sweet slicked bellies, giving him the friction he so desperately needed.

Tugging harshly on the soft, blonde strands, Xander pulled Spike back slightly and stared into the azure eyes. “Spike,” he whispered his voice harsh with need and desire.

Hearing his name whispered with such devotion pushed the vampire over the edge and he arched his back, howling out his orgasm.

Feeling the cool pulsing over his sensitive nub, Xander joined his lover and moaned loudly as he coated both their stomach with his hot spunk.

Slowly, both men came down from the orgasmic high and stared into each others eyes. After a tense moment, Xander began to giggle. Soon Spike had joined in and with minutes they were both laughing heartily.

“Think they figured out your not the straightest banana in the bunch yet, luv?”

“Probably,” Xander said when he got his breath back. “I’d be surprised if people in LA haven’t figured it out by now.”

“So, you think you can face the end of the world now that you’ve had the appropriate man loving, as you so eloquently put it.”

Xander smiled as he pulled the smaller man into his arms. As he settled down into the bed, he whispered, “Yeah, I think so. But maybe we’d better try again. You know, just to be sure.”

“Well, if you insist,” Spike replied, smirk firmly in place.

“And Spike?”

“Yes, pet.”

“Thanks for a great first date.”

The End

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