Fandom: BtVS
Rating: NC17/Slash
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Length: 2386 words
Spoilers: Nothing specific, entire series to be safe.
Summary: Four moments in the life of Spike and Xander.
Notes: 4 related vignettes. Written for [info]fall_for_sx inpsired by the September picture over at [info]pic_fic which is reproduced at the bottom of this fic. Touch with mouse to reveal
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Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written: September 28, 2007

A Handful of Gold


Pearl Necklace

Spike didn’t get to see Xander out in the sunlight, but he knew that Xander would be beautiful, tanned skin glistening in the bright golden light, rays warming Xander down to the bone so he could share the heat with Spike. He did get to see him in the moonlight, though, the silver light making him appear otherworldly, lending him an air of mystery. Yet he only needed to smile for Spike to see him for what he was. Xander. Spike’s everything. He didn’t need sunlight, nor the moon, to shine in Spike’s eyes.

Even covered with blue goo, which Spike thought said more than he wanted it to about his feelings for Xander.

Xander swiped at the goo on his face, but gave up when he only ended up getting more on himself. “What’re you thinking so hard about that you let me get slimed by Boo-berry, here?”

Spike knew better than to tell Xander that he’d been thinking about how beautiful he looked in the moonlight. He’d snort unattractively to cover his embarrassment, then never let Spike live it down. “Was thinking you need more time in the training room, you big lumbering oaf.”

Xander threw him the bird. “Bite me, Spike.”

“Gladly. But not till you shower, pet.”


“What are you doing?” Xander asked as Spike climbed into the shower with him. “Thought you didn’t want to get contaminated by demon goo.”

“Gotta make sure you don’t miss any, don’t I?”

Spike ignored Xander’s snort as he took the soap from him and worked up a lather, then proceeded to painstakingly remove every drop of blue goo from Xander’s skin.

Xander gasped. “Pretty sure I didn’t get any there.”

“Can’t be too careful,” Spike said as he stroked Xander’s cock, making sure there wasn’t a trace of blue anywhere, then reached between his legs to give his balls the same treatment.

Spike rinsed Xander under the spray, then slid to his knees. He took Xander into his mouth, assuring himself that his boy tasted of nothing but Xander himself.

Xander swore softly and spread his legs as Spike pushed one slick finger between his cheeks. “I know I didn’t get any there.”

“Just being thorough,” Spike said before taking Xander back into his mouth and working the boy between tongue and finger, slipping in a second, adding a slide of teeth, until Xander couldn’t keep from moving his hips, thrusting into Spike’s mouth.

When the babbling started, Spike knew his boy was close. A twist of his fingers brought the babbling to an end, Xander’s hips stuttered, then froze, and the first spurt of semen hit Spike’s tongue. He swallowed, savoring the taste of his boy, then pulled back, his hand aiming Xander’s cock so the next spurt landed on his chin, then on his neck. Marking himself, though only he could tell that he bore Xander’s scent, just as Xander would wear Spike’s mark before the night was through.


As collars went, it wasn’t much of one. No heavy clasp, no metal studs. Just a leather thong decorated with a single blood red stone that Spike wore wrapped around his cock when Xander got home that night.

Unable to take his eyes off Spike, Xander set his lunch box on what he thought was the table and let his hard hat fall to the floor. Spike’s eyes remained closed, as if he were still unaware of Xander’s presence. One hand moved over Spike’s cock, the other reached back for his balls, giving Xander just a tantalizing glimpse of the leather thong as Spike thrust into his own fist.

Xander pushed the coffee table out of the way and dropped to his knees, thankful once again for the plush throw rug they’d gotten for the living room. He pushed Spike’s hand out of the way and took the head of Spike’s cock into his mouth while Spike continued to jack himself. The smell of leather merged with the smell of Spike’s arousal in a heady combination.

Each time he took Spike in further, Xander’s lips met Spike’s fingers. Spike gasped when Xander took Spike’s finger into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, and then his hand began to move faster. Xander knew Spike was close, and it didn’t take Spike crying out, “Fuck, Xan, so close!” to figure it out, either. He denied it, but Spike made little mewling sounds when he was ready to blow, and this time was no different.

Xander stopped bobbing his head, just held still and sucked hard, letting Spike fill his mouth, then swallowed it down, licking Spike clean before lifting his head to see how Spike was doing.

Spike was still horny, apparently. He pushed Xander back onto the floor, taking only long enough to unfasten Xander’s pants and shove them out of the way before he climbed aboard, sliding down Xander’s cock before Xander could stop him. He needn’t have worried, as the expected burn of friction never materialized. Spike grinned as Xander realized that Spike had already slicked himself up before Xander had arrived home.

The image of Spike preparing himself for this, posing for Xander, got Xander even hotter, and he thrust up into Spike’s ass.

“That’s my boy,” Spike whispered. “Fuck me good and hard, yeah?”

Spike didn’t have to ask twice. Xander rolled them and proceeded to pound Spike’s ass, hips snapping as he slammed into Spike as deep and as hard as he could. He was already pretty close, having just been treated to one of Spike’s shows, and it only took Spike’s little mewl as he worked himself to a second orgasm, fist moving quickly over flesh and leather, ass tightening around Xander as he shot onto his own chest, to send Xander sailing over the edge.

Xander fumbled with the thong, muscles still unable to obey his command, so Spike removed it, licked a drop of come off the leather, then held it out to Xander.

Xander took it, examined it. “Is this . . . ?” They’d talked about it, but Xander had balked at wearing anything that would make the girls question it, question them.

“Yeah.” Spike took it from Xander and fastened it around his neck, making sure the stone lay smoothly against his throat before lowering his head and kissing him. “Welcome home.”

Xander grinned and kissed Spike back. “It’s really, really good to be home.”

He reached up and felt the thong -- just a leather thong with a stone, and only they would know it’s true meaning.


The first time Spike wanted to try cuffs, Xander had given in only after much groveling on Spike’s part. He hadn’t been afraid that Spike would do anything to him that he didn’t like, they’d already done too much for that to be the case, and Xander couldn’t imagine anything he wouldn’t let Spike do. It was the lack of control that scared him.

It was that very lack of control, Spike promised, voice dripping with honey, that would make the experience transcend any other.

Of course, Spike’s groveling sounded a lot more like foreplay -- Gonna lick your pretty pink hole till you come, then gonna fuck you till you come again. -- which might be why Xander gave in rather quickly, all things considered.

Spike laid him out on the bed, arms spread, wrists cuffed to the bedposts. Despite the ambiance Spike had created -- candles, music playing softly -- Xander’s cock lay soft against his thigh. Spike ignored Xander’s reaction, or lack thereof, and climbed onto the bed to lie beside him. He stroked his hand down Xander’s face, over his chest. “You look beautiful like this.”

Spike kissed him. Slow and languorous, taking time they normally didn’t as they rushed toward orgasm. He mapped Xander’s mouth, explored the contours of Xander’s face with his lips, suckled on an earlobe. Shifting down, Spike buried his face in Xander’s underarm and inhaled.

Spike had done that before, but he’d never been able to take the time to scent Xander so thoroughly, and the thought that Spike enjoyed that, enjoyed the smell of him, sent a surge of desire to his once quiescent cock. The flare of Spike’s nostrils as he moved from underarm to nipple was the only indication he gave that he noticed.

Spike lapped at Xander’s nipple until it stood hard, then sucked and bit at it until Xander could no longer hold back his cries, hips moving as he tried to find friction for his aching cock. Spike moved his attentions to the other nipple, then crawled over Xander to sniff under his other arm.

Spike took his time, and all the while Xander babbled on about, feels so good and I can’t believe you’re... and oh fuck Spike please.

Spike raised his head and looked Xander in the eyes. He wondered if his own were as dark and hooded as Spike’s had become.

“You are a talker, aren’t you, luv? Wonder if you could still come if I gagged you?”

Xander cried out as his orgasm boiled over and spurt after spurt painted his chest.

Spike licked up every drop, then raised Xander’s ass and proceeded to lick his mmm, pretty pink hole, Xander writhing and moaning under Spike’s ministrations until he gave it up once again. As promised, Spike pushed inside Xander’s spit-slicked hole while he was still relaxed from his second orgasm, then immediately began fucking him towards a third, cock slamming into his pleasure spot with every thrust.

The second time Spike suggested using the cuffs, Xander beat him to the bedroom.

Dance For Me

Xander wasn’t sure what had made him think he could do this. He’d wanted to do something romantic, but now he just felt silly, afraid he’d only make a fool out of himself. At least he’d only look silly in front of Spike. The only problem being, Spike was just about the only person Xander didn’t want to think he was a buffoon.

Xander looked at himself in the mirror; naked except for the leather thong around his neck and the gold chain around his waist. His skin shone with the oil he’d rubbed on, which looked good, but his cock, which was supposed to be hard, lay soft in the thatch of hair. If this went well, that problem would be easily remedied. If it didn’t, it might not matter.

Xander took a deep breath and stepped out of the bedroom. Spike was still watching the movie Xander had put in to keep him busy. The only other light in the room came from the candles Xander had lit before heading to the bedroom to get ready. Xander thumbed the remote to start the CD he’d chosen, then turned off the television.

“Hey, wha—?” Spike twisted around on the couch and caught sight of Xander. “Oh. What’s this, pet?”

The soft beat of drums filled the apartment and Xander did a little shimmy as he moved further into the living room. His hand was sweating, so he tossed the remote into the nearest chair before he dropped it. The only thing saving him from doing something stupid and wishing that the floor would open up and swallow him was the look in Spike’s eyes. He didn’t appear to think that Xander looked foolish at all, which boosted Xander’s confidence.

Xander ran his hand down his chest. It felt practiced and unoriginal, but Spike’s eyes followed Xander’s hand as if glued there. Xander slid his hand down over his belly, curved it over his hip. His cock stirred when Spike’s eyes fell there.

Spike’s eyes shot back up to Xander’s face, and Xander had to turn away to hide the smile. He raised his arm and turned his face to the side, brought his other hand around to his ass and posed like that for a moment, hips moving to the beat, before he moved his feet and slid into the dance moves he’d practiced for hours.

By the time the music faded, Xander could feel the sweat running down his back and his cock had filled until it was so hard it ached, bouncing with each movement of his body. Spike had moved only to loosen his jeans, one hand rhythmically squeezing himself through the denim to the same beat to which Xander was moving.

But now, Spike rose from the couch and moved up behind Xander. “You are so bloody gorgeous,” he whispered in Xander’s ear as he took Xander’s hand and placed it on his cock. “Finish it,” he growled.

Xander jacked himself as Spike rubbed against Xander’s ass. The dance had gone better than he’d feared, and he was so turned on by Spike’s reaction that it didn’t take long for him to spill his release over his fingers and the rug.

Spike’s voice was like silk in his ear. “Know what would make this better next time?”

Xander couldn’t form the words, but his mind was screaming, “Next time?”

Spike slid his fingers through the come coating the top of Xander’s cock. “A ring, right here, connected to the chain around your waist.”

Xander’s cock pulsed at the thought, squeezing out one last weak spurt of come, and his knees gave out. Spike caught him and lowered him to the rug. Thankfully away from the wet spot.

“Know what I wanna do?”

“Fuck me?” Xander asked hopefully, even though he was in no shape to be of any assistance.

Spike chuckled. “That’s my default setting, pet. No, I just want to look at you.”

“You do that all the time.”

“Do I?” Spike slid his finger beneath the chain, traced a path across Xander’s skin. “Clearly I need to do it more often, because every time I do I’m stunned by how gorgeous you are.”

Xander’s face got hot and he felt a stinging sensation behind his eyes. He lifted up as he pulled Spike down, and they met halfway for a kiss that started out tender and turned ravenous. Xander finally pulled away, gasping for air. “Enough looking?” he asked.

“Enough looking,” Spike agreed, and then proceeded to get as naked as Xander was.

The last thought Xander had, before he was unable to think at all, was that they would have to do this again. Maybe next time he’d ask Spike to dance for him.

The End

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