Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike discovers that Xander found videotapes the vampire made of the two of them making love. What is Xander’s response...?
Notes: PWP, fluff, written for the Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere Fuh-Q-Fest
Challenge: Non-Fandom Specific Scenario: One of your characters finds videotapes the other made of them making love and watches them. What happens when their lover gets home? Challenge words: sensual, clumsy, cold.
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: January 26, 2004

Watching Him


Spike opened the door and walked into the apartment, surprised to find it dark and silent. No, not completely dark, he realized. Light flickered from the dozens of candles set out in a path leading from the kitchen to the bedroom, and Spike briefly wondered if Xander had bought out the store. Not entirely silent, either. If he listened closely, he could make out the ‘thump, thump’ of Xander’s heartbeat and...something else. He closed the door softly and removed his duster, tossing it over the back of the nearest kitchen chair.

Intrigued, he followed the candles until he stood outside the bedroom door. The indistinct sounds resolved themselves into voices, though he heard not words, but the moans and groans of two men indulging in what could only be hot, sweaty sex. He breathed in deeply and smelled the scent of Xander’s arousal. He grew cold as jealousy suffused him, and he viciously twisted the handle, slamming the door open and stalking angrily into the room.

The scene that greeted him was a shock—not because he had caught his lover cheating on him, but because he hadn’t. As the green-eyed monster receded, Spike was able to appreciate the tableau laid out before him. Xander was lying naked in the middle of their king-sized bed—his dark skin, tanned from working outside, a lovely counterpoint to the red satin sheets beneath him. Candles covered every available surface, their light dancing over the boy’s glowing skin.

Though Spike could tell that Xander was fully aware he was there by the way the boy’s body reacted—the increased rate of the heart beating in his chest and the elevated level of pheromones in the room—he didn’t look over at him. Instead, his eyes were glued to the television screen on the dresser from which—Spike now realized—the sounds of passion that filled the room came, as the fingers of one hand pinched and pulled at a nipple while the other slowly stroked his erection.

Spike, loathe to take his eyes off the ravishing picture Xander made as he writhed upon the red satin, slowly turned his head until his eyes were focused on the television where two men, one blond and the other brunette, were fucking. No, he thought, making love, for the two men on the screen were him and Xander. On the television, Xander was lying on the same bed he occupied at that moment, his legs spread and drawn back, opening himself to Spike as the vampire stretched him with three fingers.

He swallowed hard at a sudden stab of fear, wondering how Xander had found the tape Spike made of the two of them making love, and whether he was going to be catching hell for it later. A quick glance at Xander, lust-glazed eyes glued to the screen, satisfied him that he wouldn’t. The fear was displaced by a heavy dose of desire as he once more devoured Xander with his eyes.

The boy’s mouth was open slightly and the sound of harsh, ragged breathing filled the air; his skin shone with sweat and his cock glistened with the pre-come that had oozed from the red, swollen tip and been used to lubricate the shaft. The sounds on the tape changed slightly, and Spike turned back to it, his entire body tingling with anticipation.

He reached for his own growing erection, stroking himself through the denim while he watched as Xander’s on-screen image writhed and whimpered when Spike slid a fourth finger into him. His gaze moved back to Xander as the boy shifted on the bed, drawing his legs up so he could cup and knead his ball sac while he continued to pull on his hard prick.

When Xander’s breathing changed once again, Spike turned his eyes back to the television where he was pushing his entire hand into Xander. The boy in the room with him began to moan softly as his hand pumped faster. Spike watched in fascination as Xander let go of his balls and circled his pucker, and then slid one finger inside.

His eyes darted back to the screen where he knew exactly what was happening from the wide-eyed look Xander was giving his on-screen image as he clenched and unclenched his fist inside the boy, and then began to move his arm, sliding his fist nearly out, and then all the way back into him. The Xander on the screen screamed out his pleasure as Spike stimulated his prostate over and over again, while the Xander in the room with him began to groan more loudly as the hand on his cock and the two fingers now inside him moved more rapidly.

Spike quickly unhooked his belt, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling his own erection out and stroking it with long, firm pulls, his eyes flitting from the screen to the bed and back again as he watched both Xander’s being pleasured. His eyes finally locked on the sensual boy spread out on the bed, enjoying the sight of him as he worked himself to orgasm, reveling in the scents and sounds filling the room.

As Spike listened to the boy on the screen reach climax, he watched his Xander stiffen, his mouth open in a soundless scream as his release rushed through him, shooting out to cover his chest and stomach. Before the last drop of fluid was drained from Xander’s body, Spike had shucked his clothes and was on the bed between his splayed legs.

Bleary eyes focused on him. “What took you so long?” his boy rasped softly, as if it was too much effort to speak.

Spike didn’t know what to say, so he merely said, “Xander,” and hoped the love he felt for the brunette would show in his eyes. It must have, because Xander smiled at him, and drew his legs back further.

“Please,” he whispered, desperate need unmistakable in his voice.

Spike wasted no time—he dipped his fingers into the fluid cooling on Xander’s stomach and used it to lubricate his rod. He placed his cock head against Xander’s hole, grasped the boy’s hips, and pressed. Xander moaned as he was stretched and filled, and Spike groaned at the heat surrounding him. He pushed until his balls were snug against the boy’s ass.

Xander reached for him, and Spike allowed himself to be pulled down for a sweet kiss. He began to slowly move his hips, reveling in the feel of his cock sliding in and out of the tight velvet sheath of Xander’s ass, savoring the sensation, not wanting the moment to end. He knew just how to pleasure his boy, and set about stimulating Xander’s prostate as he ran one hand over the brunette’s torso, pausing at a nipple, and then continuing on to gently stroke his face while they kissed.

Soon, too soon, Xander’s cock was once more hard, caught between their stomachs, and his boy was whimpering and writhing beneath him as Spike expertly stoked the fires of his passion with mouth, and hand, and cock. Spike lowered his face to Xander’s neck to lick and suck at the mark there. His mark. His boy.

Behind him, the vampire on the screen was taking his boy in much the same way Spike was taking Xander now. The sounds of their recorded love making, and the noises of the boy who was hot and slick beneath him now danced around him, merged together, and filled his senses. He shifted to game face and gently dragged a fang over the sensitive skin where he’d marked the boy.

Xander trembled and gasped his name, and then, “Please,” as his arm tightened around Spike’s back, his hand on the back of Spike’s head in silent entreaty.

Spike sank his fangs into the tender flesh and drank of his boy’s lust-filled blood. Xander whimpered, and his muscles tensed. He opened his mouth in a silent scream as his body shuddered, and a second orgasm raged through him. The boy’s internal muscles clenched around him, and Spike drove into him again, and once more, before withdrawing his fangs and roaring Xander’s name as his own orgasm was wrung from his body in a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Spike carefully lowered himself onto Xander, lapping at the wounds on the brunette’s neck until the blood stopped flowing, and then licking his lips clean, savoring the taste of his boy. Dropping his demon visage, Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and rolled them so they were lying on their sides, face-to-face. Wouldn’t do to squish his boy.

As Xander’s breathing slowed and settled into a steady rhythm, and the borrowed blood stopped rushing through Spike’s ears, the sounds from the television once more filled the room. Lethargic, sated, Spike listened to the taped sounds of their passion, and then decided to bite the bullet. Xander seemed so relaxed, he hated to do it, but knew it was best if he did.

Spike nuzzled into Xander’s neck and whispered, “How much trouble am I in?”

“A lot,” Xander rasped.

Spike stiffened, and then realized that Xander was still relaxed against him, his hand skimming up and down Spike’s back.

“So, you’re mad at me, then?” Spike asked with a frown.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander replied.

“Look, I can explain,” Spike said. “I just get so bloody bored when you’re at work, and it’s...lonely without you here, and I wanted a way to...”

“How come you never shared them with me?” Xander asked.

Spike paused in his hurried explanation. “Huh?”

“You’re a very selfish vampire,” Xander drawled lazily, his fingers tracing designs on Spike’s back.

“I am?” Spike asked. “Oh. Yeah. I am!” he agreed. “Very selfish. Bad. Need to be punished, don’t you think?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes, you do.”

“Got anythin’ in mind?” Spike asked, his body already responding to the promise in Xander’s still-slightly-glassy eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Xander replied.

“Does it involve chains?” Spike asked, moving his hips just enough to feel his reviving cock slide inside Xander’s tight channel.

“Yes,” Xander purred. “Gonna chain you naked and spreadeagled on the bed, all helpless and hard.”

Spike moaned into Xander’s neck, and then sucked on the bite mark, making his boy moan in response. “And then?” he asked eagerly.

“I’m gonna turn on the television,” Xander whispered, his fingers moving to tease Spike’s nipple as his warm breath tickled the vampire’s ear. “And make you watch every single tape you made of us.”

Spike groaned as he recalled some of the tapes he’d made and watched over and over, unable to get enough of them or his boy.

“Make you watch us, listen to us, until you need to touch yourself so badly.” Xander’s hand moved down Spike’s body to cup his ass. “But you won’t be able to...”

Spike whimpered when he thought of how many tapes he’d made, and just how long Xander would have him chained to the bed, unable to touch himself as he watched the two of them make love on the screen. “That’s...evil.”

“I know,” Xander said with a smile, and then rolled them, positioning them so Spike was on his back with Xander atop him. He took Spike’s now-fully hard cock in all the way, and then lifted up until the cock head was just inside him before dropping back down. He teased Spike’s nipples as he rode him, hard and fast, then slow and deep, changing speed so Spike was unable to find a rhythm.

With a growl, Spike pulled Xander down for a kiss and flipped them. Xander’s arms went around his back, legs around his waist, and Spike drove into him, reveling in the feel of the boy against him, surrounding him. Spike deepened the kiss, thrusting into his boy’s mouth with his tongue as fast and furious as he pumped his cock into Xander’s ass.

He sensed Xander getting close, and wanted them to come together. Then Xander sucked on his tongue, and bit it, and Spike was lost. When he resurfaced, Xander was struggling to get his hand between them, but was clumsy in his haste to find release. Spike rose up enough to bat Xander’s hand away and wrap his own fingers around the hard rod.

“Yes,” Xander whimpered.

Spike tightened his grip and pulled once, twice, and Xander flew over the edge. He held his boy close until the haze of sexual satisfaction lifted, his hands sliding over every inch of him, lips placing loving kisses on his face and neck when they weren’t busy whispering how much he loved his beautiful boy.

“Hey,” Xander said, smiling, and looking at him with brown eyes that he thought saw deep enough into him to find his soul.

“Hey,” Spike responded breathlessly.

“Love you,” Xander said softly.

“Love you, too,” Spike said, lowering his head and resting it on Xander’s shoulder. He listened as his boy’s heart rate slowed and took on a even cadence. Just before he drifted off, he mumbled, “‘Bout this punishment, when do you think we could...”

The End

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