FIC: Poker Treats - S/X - R

[druffine]

This is crap imo but I wanted to get rid of it.



Spike/Xander - R - 1.800 words

beta'ed by joolzmp7



Poker Treats
by Druffine



Xander stood up and gathered together his winnings. A thin silver chain slipped through his fingers and Spike caught it just before it hit the ground. He brought it up closer to his eyes to inspect the chain thoroughly. Well, this could be interesting.

"Thanks, Spike. Now gimme back!" Xander demanded, not wanting to share any of the things showing off just what a success this poker night had been. Not so bad for a first.

"Sure, here." Spike held up the chain for Xander to take it but the youth's hands were filled with some money, vials of questionable content, patches of furry things Spike really didn't want to explain where they came from or what they were from.

"Very funny. Just… erm put it over my head?" Xander bowed down his head, tilting it over to the side just a little so he could look at Spike from under his lashes.

Pretty thing you are. Spike's demon jerked awake suddenly, stirring up his cock in the progress. This boy in front of him, head lowered submissively and invitingly was just what called for his inner beast's attention. Spike exhaled sharply and brought the chain up over Xander's head. When he slid the chain down he didn't miss the opportunity to let his fingers slither along the boy's warm skin.

When the cool fingertips with just a hint of sharp nails ghosted along Xander's neck the boy shivered involuntarily, goose bumps spread over his body. As soon as the touch began it already ended and Xander brushed away the slightly unsettled feeling in his stomach.

Spike shoved them out in the night hurriedly not wanting to chance anyone asking questions. If anybody had a right to have fun with this boy, he should be the one. They fell into an easy step, setting a pace a tad too slow. Spike searched through his duster pockets, finding his cigs and lighter and lit a fag. Inhaling deeply he thought about his first question. Hm, this'll do.

"So, Harris, got any plans for the rest of this night?" He smirked in anticipation of Xander's reply.

"Go home, fuck An into the mattress until she stops scowling at me for getting back so late, sleep then." Xander said, tone level and serious.

"Sounds good to me." Spike forced out despite his pressing urge to laugh out loud. This really worked! Who'd thought!?

"It's not bad. Would be better if she wouldn't sound like some kind of sexual intercourse instruction manual all the time I have my mouth, fingers or dick in or on her." Xander flinched, suddenly aware of what he said. He tried to take it back. "Well, you know what I mean. It's the complete truth." Fuck. He bit his lip and thought about the quantity of drinks he had over the last hours. Oh, two beers. He frowned.

"I can see why that would put you off." Spike said frowning himself even if gleeful amused by the boy's reaction to the new revelations. That's how their sex was?

"Yes. Quarter of an inch left, two inches forward, yes, right, now four returns. One, yes. Two. Yadda yadda yadda." Xander waved his hand in his air dismissing any serious problems he might have with her behaviour.

Spike stopped. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did. You said: That's how their – meaning An and my – sex was?" Gah. What is happening?

"I'm sorry." The vamp said, catching up to Xander who had just went on farther. "For the bad sex. Okay?" He specified.

"You aren't. And I didn't say it was bad. It just gets old after a while." Xander grit his teeth. This had to stop.

"Xander?"

"Actually it's Xander Lavelle Harris." Oh no. No. No. No.

Spike chuckled. Lavelle? Anyway... "Did you cheat on poker tonight?"

"No, I don't know how to cheat." Oh fuck it.

Spike stayed silent for a while. Then: "If you had to chose for your sexual pleasure: Anya or Buffy?"

"Anya. Buffy is too complicated. Bitch." Xander nearly choked on the last word.

Spike laughed delighted. "Same question but: Willow or Tara?"

Xander struggled to clamp his hand over his mouth but couldn't bring it quite near enough. "Tara, never had a virgin before and I bet an inch of my dick she is one. By the way. Willow can't kiss."

"You bet an inch of your dick? You've got so much to spare?"

"Sure would miss it but I guess 8.5 inches are still above average."

Now was the time for Spike to choke. He hid it well though behind a chuckle.

"Erm… good. Virgins are fun, you know. They are all wide eyed and impressed by anything you do cos they can't compare. And they never forget you." Spike shrugged. If the boy was so forthcoming with information he could at least give some back, couldn't he.

"Spike… what the hell is…" The vampire in question interrupted him rudely.

"For your sexual pleasure: Oz or Angel?"

"Oz. If I get to be the one fucking." Xander felt himself blushing furiously, his cheeks flaming hot against the chilling night air.

"Are you crazy? You would want Angel to fuck you?"

"Yes. No, but I wouldn't want to be fucked by Oz. When you asked me about sexual pleasure I had to split the question up."

"Why wouldn't you want to be fucked by Oz?" Spike asked frowning.

"Because I am stronger than he is." Xander said as if that answers the question.

"Don't think you're stronger than the wolfling." Spike said wrinkling up his forehead more. Interesting revelations the boy made here.

"I am not stronger than Oz when he is the wolf. Don't want to be fucked by the wolf before you ask. Not so much into fur." God. No. Please stop.

"And what are you in then, Harris?" Spike's eyes darkened with the possibilities of blackmail material the answer to this question alone would provide him with.

"Submission."

Fuck, Spike cussed inwardly, when his cock jerked painfully against the raw zipper of his tight – now too bloody tight – jeans. "Really. Nice treat you know."

Xander stopped abruptly and just then Spike got aware that they were in front of the building of Xander's and Anya's apartment.

"Night Spike!" Xander said, not looking at him, still flushed with embarrassment and disappeared through the main door. Safe. God, what happened out there?

Spike only hesitated two seconds before he used his vampire speed following the boy through the door and up the first flights of stairs.

He caught the youth on his elbows, pulling his arms roughly but not painfully - as his chip testified - behind the boy's back. The boy's newly gained possessions clattered to the floor noisily but not loud enough to cover up the surprised gasp the boy made. Xander stumbled on the stairs, falling forward, his knees hitting the concrete.

"Fuck." Ow.

"Did you already find someone to submit to?" Spike grinned, knowing the boy hadn't. At least not long-term or he wouldn't be allowed to be with Anya. And Anya – ex-demon or not – just did not had it in her. And, she was female, not even close to being stronger than Xander.

"No. But can't submit to you." Xander gritted out.

"No? Why's that?"

"No. You can't force me.. if necessary."

Spike frowned only for a moment before he twisted the boy's arms a little more, now sure that he was causing Xander pain but the chip didn't give a twinge.

"Don't need to force the willing, pet." Spike slurred out and pressed his hard cock against the boy's ass. Xander groaned in pain and a wave of pheromones hit the air.

Spike took in the delicious scent of unaltered lust from the boy, bowed down and purred into his ear, enjoying how the vibrations emanating from his body made Xander press back harder.

"So Xan, like how my body feels so close to yours?" He whispered, lips caressing the ear shell and continued to rub his mouth against it even when he stopped speaking.

"Spike." Xander got out, breathless from pain and arousal.

"Shhh, pet. Just answer my question." Spike said, the tip of his tongue playing with Xander's earlobe.

"Question?" Spike suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. This boy was easily distracted.

"Yeah, Question: Do you like my body," Spike shoved his hips forward and Xander made a strangled sound. "my cock, against your body, your ass?" A self-satisfied smirk began to rise on Spike's face when suddenly a door was opened.

"Xander? Is that you, Alexander Harris? Are you to drunk to get up the stairs on your own? And what made this noise? Did you win something for me? And did you let it fall? Is it broken now? I hope for your sake it's not broken or you have to buy me something new! Xander?" Anya came down the stairs while avidly renting on about presents she was promised.

Spike cussed inwardly. God, this woman had a penetrating voice! He made a last thrust against the boy's ass, nipped his earlobe with one fang and whispered: "Wanna be mine, Xander?" before he disappeared down the stairs and out into the night.

The overhead lights suddenly went on and the stairs where bathed in too bright white light. Xander blinked against it several times to make the white swirling points in his eyes go away.

"Alexander Lavelle Harris! What are you doing there, kneeling on the stairs? And…" she took a closer look. "Why are you bleeding?"

Xander swallowed nervously, contemplated to fake blacking out for a second just to avoid to answer her with either a lie or the complete truth.

"I asked you a question, mister!" Anya said, hands on her hips, one feet in fuzzy shoes tapping impatient on the concrete.

"The light went out and I stumbled and fell, losing the control over these items?!" He tried for an 'or-what-does-it-look-like-kind-of-voice' which always made Anya unsure. Yeah, it was unfair to play with her insecurities about human and demon behaviour but that was the only thing that made her shut up for a while.

"Why are you bleeding then?" She said with a low voice, getting closer and starting to pick up the things on the stairs.

Automatically Xander's hand went up to his earlobe, gently feeling for the little tear that was bleeding. Fuck, Spike could bite me… kind of. He looked from his bloody fingertips back to Anya who still avoided direct eye contact. "Don't know. Must have scratched myself or something." Oh yeah, or something.

***


Sorry for wasting your time.



And yeah, I am as frustrated as one can be.

Comments

[druffine.livejournal.com]

OKAY, DOING THIS AGAIN WITH THE RIGHT PERSONALITY:

Yay, we ve got a winner. You figured it out.

You have to write the next chapter. *sticks tongue out*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hey! That was sneaky. :P

Nice setup for some naughty q&a sessions there. Hee!

[druffine.livejournal.com]

Hey, I wasn't kidding. If you want to write the next chap you're welcome. Just say yes or no. No excuses if you don't want to it's fine.

I was planning on a lot of different Q&A scenes when the necklace changes the owner. I thought it would be fun.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely idea, but I'm going to have to pass. I've lost count of the things I need to write under deadline. But I'll enjoy reading what you come up with!