Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: Through season five.
Summary: Spike and Xander celebrate Halloween.
Notes: Humor, PWP. Written for The Batpack Halloween Fanfic Challenge 2004.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
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: November 7, 2004



Cowboys and Kilts


by
Spikedluv


Xander stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and saw Spike leaning with studied nonchalance against the wall outside the bedroom. His shoulders were against the wall, his hips thrust out, one leg bent, the foot flat against the wall, his head lowered as if he was looking at the floor. Xander’s mouth dropped open. “Aagh.”

Spike slowly lifted his head until he was looking directly into Xander’s eyes. Despite the shower he’d just taken, Xander felt himself starting to sweat, beneath his arms, between his legs. He swallowed hard. “Is that...is that what you’re wearing?” he finally managed to croak out.

“Yeah.” Spike made a production of looking down at himself. “Don’t like it?” he asked, even though Xander knew Spike could tell how much he did in fact like it.

“Uh, it’s, um, it’s all right.”

Spike made to push away from the wall. “Maybe I should change.”

Xander’s feet became unglued and he rushed to Spike’s side, placing a halting hand on the other man’s arm. “No, no, you, um, look fine. Really....” Xander swallowed hard once more. “Fine.”

Spike wore the tightest pair of blue jeans Xander had ever seen with a white v-neck t-shirt tucked into them. A pair of black leather chaps covered the jeans and he had black cowboy boots on his feet. In his hand, Spike held a black cowboy hat with silver buckles. Xander struggled to swallow. “You do realize other people are going to see you in this outfit, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s too much, isn’t it?” Spike rubbed his free hand nervously over his leather-covered hip, and then slowly slid it down to his groin and cupped his hardness. “Think I should take it off?” he asked suggestively, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock.

Xander took an involuntary step closer. “Yes,” he moaned, his eyes captured by Spike’s clever fingers.

Spike moved his fingers to his zipper and began to pull it down. The sound of the zipper releasing snapped Xander out of his lust-filled haze. “Whoa! No, no, no!” He grabbed Spike’s hand. “I know what you’re doing, buster, and it’s not going to work,” he rasped. “We’re going to this party.”

Spike groaned and banged his head back against the wall. “I hate parties,” he said. “Especially Halloween parties. I don’t wanna go.” He pouted.

“We promised,” Xander reminded him.

Spike crossed his arms over his chest and continued to pout, his lower lip sticking out and making Xander want to suck it into his mouth. He jerked back when he realized he’d started to lean into Spike.

“I’m going to go get dressed,” he said, taking a careful step back. “You just, um, stay right here.”

“Need help?” Spike asked, leering at the tented towel.

“You can help me later,” Xander replied. “After the party.”

“You’re no fun,” Spike snarled, the effect ruined by the returning pout.

“That’s not what you said last night,” Xander said lightly, used to his lover’s moods.

Xander pressed against the opposite wall, making sure as much space separated him and his lover as he slid past and escaped into the bedroom where his costume was laid out. Xander grinned when he heard Spike pound his head against the wall in frustration. By the time the other man slunk around the corner and leaned against the door frame, cowboy hat perched on his head and pulled forward to cover his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, Xander had the white linen shirt pulled over his head. It was long, extending halfway down his thighs.

“‘S that a nightgown?” Spike asked petulantly.

“Ha, ha, ha,” Xander barked as he plucked at the baggy sleeves. He reached for the laces at his neck, but Spike stepped forward.

“Leave ‘em.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Xander unfolded the blue and green tartan and wrapped it around himself as he had been shown, and then belted it at his waist. He sat down on the side of the bed to pull on a pair of socks, and then the leather boots that came with the costume.

He stood, smoothing the folds of the kilt with both hands as he examined his reflection in the mirror. Xander turned to Spike. “How do I look?” he asked.

Xander’s breath caught as Spike’s eyes raked over him. Spike moved across the room and stopped in front of Xander. He reached out and placed his fingers against the bare skin at Xander’s throat.

“You sure we need to go to this party?” he asked huskily.

“Positive.” Xander reached up and took Spike’s hand in his.

“I could make it worth your while,” Spike wheedled.

Xander paused. “You’re gonna take on Willow?”

“‘M a master vampire, pet, Willow doesn’t scare me,” Spike asserted.

“And Dawn?”

Spike hesitated.

“That’s what I thought. Now, how do I look?” Xander dropped Spike’s hand and stepped back.

Spike looked him over. “‘S that a purse?”

Xander frowned. “It’s a pouch.”

“Looks like a purse.”

“It’s a very manly pouch,” Xander insisted.

“For what?” Spike asked doubtfully.

“I don’t know! Jerky. Or that, um, face paint.”

“Uh huh. So you’re saying it’s a very manly purse....”

“Pouch!”

“Pouch. In which very manly men carry their makeup?”

Xander glared at Spike. “You know, I wonder if Dawn still needs someone to judge the costume contest,” he wondered aloud.

“You wouldn’t.”

Xander peered into the mirror as he fixed his hair.

“Xan, luv.” Spike sidled up to Xander and placed a hand on Xander’s ass as he leaned in to nuzzle his neck. “Xan.” Spike brought his other hand up to rest on Xander’s collarbone. “It’s a very manly pouch for very manly makeup,” he cooed as he palmed Xander’s nipple through the shirt. “Face paint,” he corrected quickly when Xander tensed. “War paint! For very manly warriors. Who wear skirts.”

Xander laughed. He cupped Spike’s face as he turned into him and kissed him. Spike grinned back, squeezing Xander’s ass as he returned the kiss. Xander pulled back reluctantly.

“We’d better get going before Dawn comes looking for us.” Spike whined as Xander disentangled himself. “Later, baby,” Xander promised. “I’ll make it worth the wait,” he added as he stepped back, shivering as Spike’s hand slid off his ass.

Spike’s eyes narrowed. Xander gave a nervous laugh and turned to leave the room. “Let’s get going, Spike!”

“You got knickers on under there?” Spike asked suspiciously.

Xander winked over his shoulder. “Maybe.”







Dawn squealed when they walked through the door. “You made it!” She jumped into Xander’s arms, and then Spike’s. “You guys look great! Wow, Spike.” Her eyes bugged and Xander stepped in front of Spike to block her view of Spike’s nicely filled-out jeans.

Undeterred, Dawn ran her eyes down to Xander’s feet. “Nice legs, Xander.” She grinned.

Xander blushed, and Spike hugged him from behind. “You’re not making a move on my man, are you, Bit?”

“Just looking,” she assured Spike, holding her hands up, palms out. “Unless....”

“No!” Xander squeaked.

Dawn and Spike shared a look, laughing at Xander. Dawn pulled the two men into the living room where she showed them off to her friends, and then sent them to the kitchen where Willow was stacking trays of donuts while Tara refilled punch bowls with cider. After greeting the two girls, Spike and Xander agreed to get something to drink and eat. They both headed in opposite directions and came to a screeching halt when their arms stretched to their maximum extension. They looked at each other in confusion.

“Where are you going?” Xander asked. “The donuts and cider, not to mention buckets of apples, are out here.” He pointed towards the back porch.

“Whiskey,” Spike said, pointing towards the dining room.

“Cider.” Xander pointed towards the porch.

“Whiskey.”

“Donuts.” Xander gave Spike his puppy dog eyes.

“That’s cheatin’,” Spike informed him angrily.

Xander blinked.

“Oh...bloody hell! All right, fine, but I’m not bobbin’ for any soddin’ apples!”

“Oh, man,” Xander groused as Spike led them onto the porch. “You don’t need to breathe, man! You could clean up on the apple bobbing contest.”

“Spike doesn’t get to enter the contest,” Willow softly reminded him with a smile.

“Well, that sucks,” Xander pouted.







Half an hour later, Spike rose to his feet and threw his head back, spraying water over anyone within ten feet of him. He turned to Xander, who’d plopped the cowboy hat on his own head, and grinned around the apple in his mouth. Xander grinned back at him and then dried his face off, then draped the towel around Spike’s head and dried his hair, leaving it in tousled curls.

When Xander dropped the towel, Spike, still smiling, bit into the apple. “Mmm,” he teased as he chewed.

“Let me taste,” Xander begged. Spike held the apple out and Xander leaned in to take a bite, at the last minute bypassing the apple and diving for Spike’s mouth. He licked the juice off Spike’s chin, and then sucked on Spike’s bottom lip before claiming them in a hungry kiss. Spike immediately opened to him, and Xander eagerly slipped his tongue into Spike’s mouth.

Lost in the taste of each other, the two men lost track of where they were until Dawn swatted the brim of the cowboy hat and said, “Get a room, boys.”

The two men pulled apart slowly, lips already starting to swell from the roughness of the kiss, to the tinkle of giggling teenagers. Xander smiled sheepishly at Spike who smirked back. “Sounds like a good idea, pet.”

Spike tossed the apple he held to Dawn, and then grabbed Xander’s hand. Xander blushed when he realized Spike meant to drag him off and have his way with him, and then nearly mowed Spike down in his haste to follow. Spike growled, pulling Xander across lots and stopping three houses down. He lifted Xander onto the picnic table in the back yard and pushed his legs apart, stepping between them.

“Spike!” Xander hissed. “We can’t....”

“Don’t worry,” Spike assured him, lips already teasing Xander’s neck as he tilted his head to allow better access. “No one’s home.”

Xander swallowed hard. “No?” he asked breathlessly.

“No. Now, how about you answer my question, pet,” Spike said silkily.

“Wh-what question?” Xander asked, his knees tingling where Spike was massaging them.

Instead of answering, Spike slowly slid his hands beneath the kilt and up Xander’s thighs. Xander’s breaths became labored at the dual sensation of Spike’s hands on his legs, Spike’s lips on his neck, and he could barely keep from bucking his hips.

“You wearing knickers?” Spike whispered as his fingers finally reached the crisp curls and threaded through them.

“No,” Xander whispered back, and then bit down on Spike’s ear.

Spike growled, grabbed Xander’s hips, and dragged him forward until their groins met, and then ravenously devoured his mouth. Xander groaned and wrapped his legs around Spike, eagerly lifting his hips as they ground against each other. He’d been hot for Spike ever since he’d stepped out of the bathroom and seen him lounging in the hallway. The night had been torture, as he was forced to watch the way the denim fitted Spike’s tight ass, and the way the leather framed his package. He’d have been annoyed if he hadn’t known that Spike was going through the same torment.

Xander broke away so he could speak. “You know,” he began, and then panted, “Oh, god, Spike!” as Spike’s fingers found his nipples beneath the shirt. “You know what else I’ve got in my pouch?” he gasped.

“No, what?” Spike asked distractedly before claiming Xander’s lips again.

Nerveless fingers fumbled with the leather tie, and then Xander grunted in triumph as he withdrew a tube of lube. Spike laughed gleefully.

“Oh, you are the little boy scout, now, aren’t you?” he asked as he pushed Xander’s legs down and then with one swift move had him on his feet and bent over the table. “Spread your legs, luv,” Spike said, tossing the kilt over Xander’s back.

Xander did as he was told, and then cried out in protest when Spike pulled away. He moaned when Spike spread his cheeks and breathed on him. “Oh, god, Spike.”

Spike dragged his tongue along Xander’s crack, and then teased around his hole. Xander dropped his forehead to the table, panting and grunting as Spike flicked his tongue over him, and then pressed it inside him. “Yeah, please.” Spike tongue-fucked him until Xander was moaning and rocking back, his fingers in a white-knuckled grip on the edges of the table.

Spike stood, and Xander keened his disapproval. Spike laughed as he snatched the disfigured tube out of Xander’s grasp. “Don’t worry, pet, gonna give it to you so good,” he promised.

Xander’s whimper was cut off when Spike slid a finger inside him. “Oh, yeah, more,” Xander begged, pushing back. “More, more, more,” he pleaded as Spike slid a second, and then a third, finger inside him.

“Like that?” Spike teased. “Show me how much you like this.” He twisted his fingers and Xander drove himself back on them.

“Good, so good, you’re so good, Spike,” Xander babbled. “Please.”

Spike withdrew his fingers and unzipped his jeans one-handed. Once he’d freed his cock, he cursorily wiped his fingers on it and then lined the head up at Xander’s hole. With one hand on Xander’s hip to hold him still, Spike entered him.

“Oh, God, yeah!” Xander groaned as he was split open. “More.”

Spike pushed until he was all the way inside, his balls nestled up against the back of Xander’s thighs. He dropped his forehead onto Xander’s back and held still as he adjusted to the feel of Xander around him. “You feel so good. Tight. Hot.” He bit Xander through the shirt.

“Oh, fuck, Spike!” Xander cried out, arching his back and driving himself onto Spike.

“Bloody hell, Xan. Hold still, or it’ll be over before we get started,” Spike warned.

Xander wiggled his hips. “Then get started.”

Spike slid the hand currently cupping Xander’s ass to his hip, tightened his grip, and slid out. He pressed back in, slowly, and then out again, reaming Xander’s ass with sure, deliberate strokes while Xander writhed beneath him.

“Faster, Spike,” he begged. “Oh, god, you’re killing me here!”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Spike said, and began to speed up his thrusts until he was pumping into Xander with hard, deep strokes.

Xander loosed one hand from the table and reached for himself. Spike grabbed his wrist and plunked his hand back down on the table. “No touching,” he warned.

“Spike!” Xander hissed. “I’m so close. Please!”

Spike didn’t relent. One hand on Xander’s wrist, the other on his hip, Spike continued to pound into him. “Could fuck you all night,” he ground out between clenched teeth as he drew nearer and nearer to climax. “Such a hot, tight ass. All mine.”

“Yes, yes, yours!”

“Gonna make you come so hard.”

“Yessss, please.”

“My beautiful boy.”

With a silent scream, Xander came, Spike right on his heels. Spike slumped over Xander’s back and they both took a minute to recover, the only sound Xander’s harsh pants as he tried to control his breathing.

That was bloody amazing,” Spike muttered against the kilt he’d thrown up onto Xander’s back.

“Uhm,” Xander agreed, motionless.

When they were finally upright and as presentable as they could manage, Xander wobbled into Spike. He giggled, as if he’d had too much to drink instead of just being high on Spike. He glanced down at the wet spot staining the front of the kilt. “I’m never getting my deposit back, am I?” he bemoaned.

“Why don’t you tell the store you stained it and buy it from them?” Spike suggested.

“For next Halloween?” Xander asked.

Spike waggled his eyebrows at Xander. “For next weekend.”

Xander giggled again. His legs felt like mush. “You keeping the chaps?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm. Might even wear ‘em without the jeans,” Spike offered.

Xander choked. “Really?” He looked down at Spike’s crotch. “With the boots and the hat?” he asked.

Spike grabbed the hat off Xander’s head and plunked it down on his own. Xander swallowed hard and his eyes got big. “And maybe, sometime, just the hat?”

“Whatever you want, pet,” Spike said, his gaze heated.

“Think the girls’ll mind if we go home now?” Xander asked, dragging Spike towards the sidewalk.

“No,” Spike told him. “In fact, I think they’d prefer we didn’t corrupt the little kiddies.”

Xander stifled a grin and tried to look serious. “But, you’ll still corrupt me, won’t you?” he asked.

“Already corrupted you, pet,” Spike said, slipping his hand beneath the kilt as they walked towards Xander’s car.

Xander jumped as Spike’s fingers teased the crease between his thighs. “Oh! Well, it, um, pays to be thorough,” he said as he reached back to make sure his ass was covered.

“That’s me, pet,” Spike agreed. “Thorough.”

“Spike, I’m not going to be able to walk if you.... Oh, god.”




The End





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