Pairing: Spike/Xander, Willow/Tara
Spoilers: Through Season 5 ‘The Gift’, AU thereafter.
Summary: Voyeur!Xander gets a hand. *g*
Notes: PWP/Fluff. Contains f/f. Written for The Batpack Hands-On Fanfic Challenge 2004 in honor of National Masturbation Month.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Distribution: The Seduction of Spike, Soulmates, Shades of Gray, I Need A Parrot, Ditch the Logical, SlashFanfiction.com, Beyond Canon, Moist & Delicious, Tales from the Attic, and Unconventional Shippers List. If anyone else wants it, please ask.
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! You are a gem among—uh—other shiny stuff.
Sometimes I think about two women doing a spell. And then I do a spell by myself.
Xander was running early for the Scooby meeting they’d scheduled before patrol. As he skipped a crack in the sidewalk and jumped onto the grass to take a short cut over the lawn to the front porch of the Summers’ home, he wondered if he’d be in time for leftovers before Willow and Tara had the remains of that night’s supper put away. He glanced up at the house and stumbled to a halt. The two witches were in the living room, holding each other and smiling happily as they slowly swayed to music Xander couldn’t hear. His heart ached briefly when he thought about Anya, who’d left him and Sunnydale behind as soon as she could after being released from the hospital following the battle with Glory. He’d been hurt, but not surprised. Her emotional reaction when Joyce died was nothing compared to the fear he saw in her eyes when the reality of her own mortality was brought home to her in ways even an ex-vengeance demon could understand.
For the past four months, he’d been getting used to sleeping in an empty bed while Willow and Tara had been reassuring themselves that they were both alive, that they were going to be okay. Xander was happy for them, but he couldn’t help sometimes feeling jealous that they both had someone, and he was alone. Again.
Just as he took a step towards the porch, Tara leaned down and gave Willow a quick, soft kiss, and then another, and then a deeper, longer kiss that included liberal application of teeth and tongue. He grunted in surprise as the sight of the two women kissing went straight to his groin.
Stop, stop! he chastised himself. This is Willow, your best friend, and TARA! No getting turned-on from watching them kiss. Although, he reminded himself, he had wanted to watch them do ‘spells’. Maybe he should just give them—and himself—a minute to cool down before he knocked on the door.
"No, no, no!" he whispered urgently when Willow’s arms moved up around Tara’s neck and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Tara’s hand slowly slid up Willow’s body until she was cupping her breast, her thumb teasing the nipple into a peak Xander was sure he could see, even from his place on the lawn. "Oh, God," he groaned.
He couldn’t let this go on. He had to do something before things got out of hand—even more out of hand. Before he could act on his selfless decision, a tug of Willow’s off-the-shoulder top had her bare breast bouncing into Tara’s hand. Xander froze, unable to take his eyes off the tableau in front of him. Christ, it had been way too long since he’d felt someone else’s hand touching him in the heat of passion.
Panting slightly, Xander brushed his hand over his groin. Inside the house, Tara had lowered her head and was teasing Willow’s nipple with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and suckling on it. The expression of pleasure on Willow’s face caused Xander to grip himself through his jeans. He rearranged himself and pretended that was the only thing he’d intended to do, then forced his hand to his side.
He was torn, trying to decide whether he should move to the porch, or leave and come back later. When the witches were finished. Or even later than that. Like, say, tomorrow. However, when Tara pulled Willow’s shirt down to her waist, pinning her arms to her sides, and moved her mouth to the redhead’s other breast while her fingers pulled and rolled the nipple of the first, Xander’s feet were still firmly planted on the lawn in front of the living room window.
Surely Giles would be pulling in soon, he temporized. It would be cowardly, but pragmatic, Xander thought, to let Giles interrupt the girls. Almost without conscious thought, his hands moved to his zipper and he pulled himself out. By the time he finished the first stroke of his fist along his penis, a hard body was pressed up against his back.
Before he could react, two arms went around him. A hand clamped over his mouth to muffle the manly scream he uttered and another curled around his own. The one that was currently wrapped around his surprisingly still-hard cock.
"Well, well, well," Spike breathed into his ear, "what have we got here? You know it’s dangerous in Sunnydale after dark, not a good idea to be standing outside, though I can see why you were so distracted, pet," he added, resting his chin on Xander’s shoulder and gazing at the two girls through the window.
Xander tried to yell at the vampire as he twisted to get free, and when that didn’t work, attempted to bite Spike’s hand. "Ah, ah, ah," Spike chided him, "you don’t want to make a scene that would put an end to the show in there, now would you? Maybe make the bints look outside to investigate? Maybe catch sight of you standing here wanking off while you watched them touch each other?" Xander gulped, and then froze.
"Maybe see that it’s my hand wrapped around your big, hard, manly rod, wanking you off?" Spike taunted silkily.
At those words, Xander realized that all the while he was speaking, Spike’s hand had been moving on his prick, pulling and stroking him to an aching hardness. His balls throbbed with desire that swirled its way through his groin and into his belly. He was letting Spike touch him in an intimate way. No, no, not letting him! Xander argued.
And he was not getting more turned on from Spike’s touch, either! No, it was the girls. The two girls. His two best friend-type girls. Oh, God, he was going to Hell! He glanced quickly at the window. While his attention had been diverted by Spike’s hand—Presence! By Spike’s presence.—Tara’s hand had disappeared from view and Willow’s face held an expression of deep...even rapt... concentration.
Then he saw it. The nearly imperceptible movement of Tara’s arm, and Xander’s mind immediately went to Heaven—No, no, to a bad, bad, naughty place!—as he imagined her hand between Willow’s legs, her fingers buried inside the redhead, pleasuring her. Oh, Christ! He groaned aloud when Spike’s thumb pressed against the nerves just below the ridge of his cock head, and then swiped it over the head with a flick of nail into the weeping slit.
Shit! How had this gotten out of his control? he wondered frantically. An hysterical laugh bubbled in his throat, and he just managed to push it down. When had he ever been in control of this situation? Matters had spiraled out of his control the moment he’d glanced up and saw Willow and Tara framed in the living room window. Gonna have to remind them to pull the curtains, he thought sluggishly as he moaned and moved his hips, fucking himself in the fist wrapped ‘round him.
"That’s it, Xaaander," Spike purred encouragingly. "Fuck my hand."
Spike’s hold over his mouth had loosened. Xander closed his eyes and opened his lips enough to press his tongue against the palm of Spike’s hand. The vampire gasped in his ear. Xander worked his tongue between two fingers, licking and sucking, and then finally managed to pull a finger into his mouth.
"Bloody...Hell," Spike moaned as Xander relaxed into him while he suckled his finger, swirling his tongue around it suggestively. Spike stuck a second finger into his mouth and Xander sucked harder, gently nibbling on them as he moved his hips faster.
"Fuck, Xander," Spike growled, and Xander felt his balls draw up. The vampire swiped his tongue up Xander’s neck and tightened the fist around his cock. "You taste lovely, salt and lust. Wonder how your cum tastes?"
Xander whimpered. His muscles started to stiffen.
"Open your eyes, Xander, you don’t want to miss the main event," Spike said softly.
Xander pried his eyes open. Willow had lifted her leg up around Tara’s hip. One arm had been freed from the shirt and was clenched tight around her lover’s neck, as if it was the only thing holding her up. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. While Xander watched, she shuddered and cried out her pleasure loud enough for him to hear it through the closed window. Spike pulled on him one last time and Xander bit down hard on Spike’s fingers to keep from screaming as he came.
When Xander regained his senses, he was on his hands and knees, his forehead nearly touching the ground as he tried to catch his breath, the taste of blood in his mouth. His legs still felt too weak to support himself. He couldn’t remember ever having cum so hard in his life. And Spike had been the one to milk the orgasm from him, Xander thought, still too little blood flow to his brain to be completely horrified at the idea.
"Better fix yourself before we have company," Spike commented casually. Xander turned his head just enough to see the vampire backing away from him towards the house, the hand that had jacked him off at his mouth as he cleaned Xander’s cum from his fingers. Xander felt an odd tingle in his groin at the sight of the blond tasting his release. Spike smirked as if he had read Xander’s mind. "Mmm, nummy," he purred.
"Shut up, Spike," Xander groaned, hoping the vampire couldn’t tell that his heart rate had sped up.
When Spike’s feet touched the sidewalk, Xander pushed himself to his feet. He was tucking himself in when he heard the vampire’s boots hit the porch steps. His hands were shaking—nerves and renewed arousal. He zipped up his pants to the sound of the doorbell pealing inside the house, and glanced up to see a flurry of activity in the living room as the girls made themselves presentable.
He staggered after Spike, stumbling up the stairs and reaching him just as Tara opened the front door, a flushed Willow standing behind her.
"Hi, Spike, Xander," Tara greeted them calmly. "Is it time for the Scooby meeting already?" she asked, looking at her watch. Xander’s eyes were drawn to her hand. He forced back a moan.
"We, uh, we might be a little early," he stammered out as he and Spike stepped passed her and into the house. Tara shut the door and the four of them stood in the foyer in silence. Xander and Willow looked uncomfortable, while Tara and Spike seemed unflappable.
"So, what’s up, Red?" Spike asked, finally breaking the silence. "Some big nasty I can kill? A little action so I can get my hands dirty?" He leered at Xander and licked the tip of his finger, then headed into the living room and over to the weapons trunk. "Don’t expect me to do any research, though," he said over his shoulder. "I’m more of a...," he paused as he pulled out an axe, "...hands-on kind of guy. Just give me a nice...hard...weapon..." He wrapped one fist around the axe handle and stroked it lovingly. "...and I’m all set."
Xander bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud. He wondered how difficult it would be to get Spike’s hand wrapped around his weapon once more? The slimy vampire would probably make him beg. Xander paused. Begging could be good. An image formed of him tied to the bed, begging Spike to touch him. He could almost feel the vampire’s fingers, his tongue, touching him in naughty places.
Xander couldn’t hold back the groan as imaginary Spike’s tongue swiped up the length of his dick. Everyone turned to look at him. He flushed and broke out in a sweat.
"Xander, are you okay?" Willow asked worriedly.
"No," he squeaked. "I don’t feel so good. Can we reschedule?" he asked.
"Of course," Willow said. "There really wasn’t much to discuss..."
Xander didn’t wait for her to finish. "Thanks, Will," he said. "Spike, walk me home," he demanded desperately.
"Why would I want to do that?" Spike asked nonchalantly, dropping the axe back into the trunk.
"Do I need to beg?" Xander asked, his voice trembling. His body was flooded with lust and his cock swelled. Spike looked him over, sniffed the air, and then grinned, and Xander knew that Spike knew. He turned and walked to the front door as best he could with the aching bulge in his pants.
"Couldn’t hurt," Spike purred as he sauntered after him.
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