Botched Spell, Chapter 5b: Spander ADULT
Title: Botched Spell, Part 5b: The End of the End
Author’s: cinderella81 and batmanvinnie
Rating: Adult for smutty good times.
Pairings: Spike/Xander, Giles/Ethan, Tara/Willow, and Anya/Suprise.
Disclaimer: We are not Joss Whedon, we are not Mutant Enemy. We don’t own these characters and make no profit from this story. Spoilers: Takes place after “Buffy vs. Dracula” in season 5. According to canon, Xander worked on that one construction job in the episode “Pangs” in season four. A few episodes later he was delivering pizza, then worked fast food again, before returning to construction, but assumes Xander didn’t start working construction until sometime in season 5, before episode 3, “The Replacement.” So this may be fudging the timeline a wee bit, but please bear with us.
Beta: Many thanks to anxiety_junkie. Thank you darling!
Summary: Buffy casts a spell to create understanding between Spike and Xander. But it’s the Hellmouth, so of course something wonky happens.
Feedback: Please read and review! Constructive criticism welcome!
Author's Note: So, cinderella81's brain has been taken over by Smallville, and no longer had the inspiration for this story. However, I decided I'd go ahead and finish this, and I apologize for taking so darn long on it. ~Alice~
Previous Chapters Live Here
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Three hours later, Xander sat on the back of the bike, his arms wrapped around Spike. It felt weird, being in his own body again. But it was nice to be where he belonged; he'd missed his heartbeat. As it turned out, it had been a simple spell to reverse. Since the spell kept their essences switched, the caster had to simply break the spell. So once the sun had set, Spike and Xander had left to see Xander's new apartment.
Spike was equally enjoying the ride back to Xander's new home, feeling the warm body pressed against him was even better than he'd imagined. After a quick trip through the town, they arrived at a small apartment building near Buffy's house. Spike led him upstairs and opened the door with a flourish. Xander walked in slowly, surveying his new apartment. It was barren of furniture, but spacious and with plenty of windows, all of which were already covered with thick drapery.
"Wow, it's nice," Xander finally said, turning to face Spike. Spike was still outside.
"Gonna invite me in?" Spike asked, his face an unreadable mask.
"Oh yeah, mi casa es su crypt," Xander joked, smiling widely. "Please come in, Spike."
"Didn't get you much in the way of furniture or food, figured you'd know best," Spike explained as he shut the door behind them. "Though I did get you a bed."
Xander's face flushed as he went to the bedroom. There was just a nightstand and a bed. The bed had no headboard, but it was new. And big.
"Well, it looks way better than the foldout," he said. "Thanks, Spike. For everything."
"No problem."
They stood there, silent as the seconds passed. Xander cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again.
"Sod it," Spike finally growled.
Rushing forward, he knocked Xander onto the bed and kissed him. Xander made a small, joyful sound in the back of his throat, before winding his arms around Spike's neck. Their tongues twined together, Spike gently cupping Xander's face with his hands while he shifted his body until he was straddling Xander's supine form. Finally, when Xander needed to breath, he broke the kiss.
"What do you want?" Spike asked, his voice nearly a growl.
"Nakeness, I vote for naked happy fun times," Xander said, arching up to rub his crotch against Spike's.
Spike kissed him again, their mouths fusing together. Xander was only vaguely aware of his jacket and button-up shirt disappearing and didn't really focus on anything aside from the kiss until Spike disappeared. Xander opened his eyes.
"What? No, no leaving, more kissing," he protested.
"Sorry, but we're wearing too much sodding clothes."
"Oh. Good point."
Xander directed his limbs to move, his fingers fumbling with his pants, struggling to open them. Seconds later, Spike's fingers pushed his away, quickly undoing the button and zipper before pulling Xander's pants and boxers down his legs.
"I think your kisses are evil."
Spike paused and grinned; a real grin, not a smirk. Xander had never seen it before, but that smile was breathtaking.
"Evil?"
"Yeah, they make my brain and fingers stop working. I can't get anything to cooperate," Xander whined.
Spike's grin turned evil as he crouched to pull off Xander's shoes before pulling his pants and boxers off the rest of the way.
"Don't worry about it," he said before kissing his way up Xander's stomach and chest. We'll just have to practice, and until then, I'll take care of you."
"You'll tutor me?" Xander asked, grinning widely.
Spike smiled as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'll tutor you."
Xander opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Spike was laying on top of him and kissing his brains out, rocking their bodies together. And once again, Xander's brain went offline, leaving him at the mercy of his body, only able to wrap his arms around Spike's neck and hang on for the ride. It all felt too good, the drag of his cock against Spike's, the kisses, the feeling of being cherished.
Spike broke the kiss and moved away, stretching across the bed to dig in the nightstand.
"Damnit, stop stopping," Xander ordered, distracted by the sight of Spike's lean torso stretched above him. Xander rested his hands on Spike's chest, palms and fingers gently tracing his muscles. The pale skin moved and soon, Spike was kneeling over Xander once again, a bottle in one hand.
"Lube? I'm pretty sure I didn't buy that."
"This won't be the first time I've come in this bed," Spike explained, grinning as he squited some onto one hand.
Xander's cheeks flamed as erotic images skittered through his mind. "I should be mad at your for using my body in such a fashion, but all I can think about is you jerking off in your body. Kinda hot."
"Kinda?"
"Okay, really hot. Maybe-oohhhhh...."
Xander's eyes rolled back in his head as Spike wrapped a slick hand around both their cocks.
"Oh sweet dancing Jesus," Xander whimpered, arching his back.
Spike reclaimed Xander's mouth, their tongues writhing together while one hand stroked them in tandem. Xander started grinding up against Spike with abandon, small moans escaping from his throat.
Spike moved his mouth Xander's throat, nipping at the skin there while Xander babbled.
"Oh God, that’s, yes, there, please."
Spike raised his head to look into Xander's eyes. Xander met his gaze, staring up into bright blue eyes.
"Gonna come, Xan? Shoot all over us?"
Xander swallowed before he started panting, nodding.
"Yes," he rasped. His back arched further as muscles in his body began to tense and lock.
"God, please Spike," he whimpered. "Please."
"Yeah, that's it. Come on, pet," Spike urged, speeding up the pace of his hand.
Seconds later, Xander squeezed his eyes shut, crying out wordlessly as he spilled over Spike's fist and his own belly. As pleasure spiraled through him, he heard Spike's choked off curse, followed by a cooler release that joined Xander's.
Spike collapsed beside him, pulling Xander against him. They lay there, sated and content, Spike listening to the slowing of Xander's frantic heartbeat. Moments later, Xander spoke.
"So, I was wondering. Can we go on an actual date?"
Spike chuckled in the dark.
"Anything you want, pet."
Author’s: cinderella81 and batmanvinnie
Rating: Adult for smutty good times.
Pairings: Spike/Xander, Giles/Ethan, Tara/Willow, and Anya/Suprise.
Disclaimer: We are not Joss Whedon, we are not Mutant Enemy. We don’t own these characters and make no profit from this story. Spoilers: Takes place after “Buffy vs. Dracula” in season 5. According to canon, Xander worked on that one construction job in the episode “Pangs” in season four. A few episodes later he was delivering pizza, then worked fast food again, before returning to construction, but assumes Xander didn’t start working construction until sometime in season 5, before episode 3, “The Replacement.” So this may be fudging the timeline a wee bit, but please bear with us.
Beta: Many thanks to anxiety_junkie. Thank you darling!
Summary: Buffy casts a spell to create understanding between Spike and Xander. But it’s the Hellmouth, so of course something wonky happens.
Feedback: Please read and review! Constructive criticism welcome!
Author's Note: So, cinderella81's brain has been taken over by Smallville, and no longer had the inspiration for this story. However, I decided I'd go ahead and finish this, and I apologize for taking so darn long on it. ~Alice~
Previous Chapters Live Here
* * * * * * * * * * *
Three hours later, Xander sat on the back of the bike, his arms wrapped around Spike. It felt weird, being in his own body again. But it was nice to be where he belonged; he'd missed his heartbeat. As it turned out, it had been a simple spell to reverse. Since the spell kept their essences switched, the caster had to simply break the spell. So once the sun had set, Spike and Xander had left to see Xander's new apartment.
Spike was equally enjoying the ride back to Xander's new home, feeling the warm body pressed against him was even better than he'd imagined. After a quick trip through the town, they arrived at a small apartment building near Buffy's house. Spike led him upstairs and opened the door with a flourish. Xander walked in slowly, surveying his new apartment. It was barren of furniture, but spacious and with plenty of windows, all of which were already covered with thick drapery.
"Wow, it's nice," Xander finally said, turning to face Spike. Spike was still outside.
"Gonna invite me in?" Spike asked, his face an unreadable mask.
"Oh yeah, mi casa es su crypt," Xander joked, smiling widely. "Please come in, Spike."
"Didn't get you much in the way of furniture or food, figured you'd know best," Spike explained as he shut the door behind them. "Though I did get you a bed."
Xander's face flushed as he went to the bedroom. There was just a nightstand and a bed. The bed had no headboard, but it was new. And big.
"Well, it looks way better than the foldout," he said. "Thanks, Spike. For everything."
"No problem."
They stood there, silent as the seconds passed. Xander cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again.
"Sod it," Spike finally growled.
Rushing forward, he knocked Xander onto the bed and kissed him. Xander made a small, joyful sound in the back of his throat, before winding his arms around Spike's neck. Their tongues twined together, Spike gently cupping Xander's face with his hands while he shifted his body until he was straddling Xander's supine form. Finally, when Xander needed to breath, he broke the kiss.
"What do you want?" Spike asked, his voice nearly a growl.
"Nakeness, I vote for naked happy fun times," Xander said, arching up to rub his crotch against Spike's.
Spike kissed him again, their mouths fusing together. Xander was only vaguely aware of his jacket and button-up shirt disappearing and didn't really focus on anything aside from the kiss until Spike disappeared. Xander opened his eyes.
"What? No, no leaving, more kissing," he protested.
"Sorry, but we're wearing too much sodding clothes."
"Oh. Good point."
Xander directed his limbs to move, his fingers fumbling with his pants, struggling to open them. Seconds later, Spike's fingers pushed his away, quickly undoing the button and zipper before pulling Xander's pants and boxers down his legs.
"I think your kisses are evil."
Spike paused and grinned; a real grin, not a smirk. Xander had never seen it before, but that smile was breathtaking.
"Evil?"
"Yeah, they make my brain and fingers stop working. I can't get anything to cooperate," Xander whined.
Spike's grin turned evil as he crouched to pull off Xander's shoes before pulling his pants and boxers off the rest of the way.
"Don't worry about it," he said before kissing his way up Xander's stomach and chest. We'll just have to practice, and until then, I'll take care of you."
"You'll tutor me?" Xander asked, grinning widely.
Spike smiled as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'll tutor you."
Xander opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Spike was laying on top of him and kissing his brains out, rocking their bodies together. And once again, Xander's brain went offline, leaving him at the mercy of his body, only able to wrap his arms around Spike's neck and hang on for the ride. It all felt too good, the drag of his cock against Spike's, the kisses, the feeling of being cherished.
Spike broke the kiss and moved away, stretching across the bed to dig in the nightstand.
"Damnit, stop stopping," Xander ordered, distracted by the sight of Spike's lean torso stretched above him. Xander rested his hands on Spike's chest, palms and fingers gently tracing his muscles. The pale skin moved and soon, Spike was kneeling over Xander once again, a bottle in one hand.
"Lube? I'm pretty sure I didn't buy that."
"This won't be the first time I've come in this bed," Spike explained, grinning as he squited some onto one hand.
Xander's cheeks flamed as erotic images skittered through his mind. "I should be mad at your for using my body in such a fashion, but all I can think about is you jerking off in your body. Kinda hot."
"Kinda?"
"Okay, really hot. Maybe-oohhhhh...."
Xander's eyes rolled back in his head as Spike wrapped a slick hand around both their cocks.
"Oh sweet dancing Jesus," Xander whimpered, arching his back.
Spike reclaimed Xander's mouth, their tongues writhing together while one hand stroked them in tandem. Xander started grinding up against Spike with abandon, small moans escaping from his throat.
Spike moved his mouth Xander's throat, nipping at the skin there while Xander babbled.
"Oh God, that’s, yes, there, please."
Spike raised his head to look into Xander's eyes. Xander met his gaze, staring up into bright blue eyes.
"Gonna come, Xan? Shoot all over us?"
Xander swallowed before he started panting, nodding.
"Yes," he rasped. His back arched further as muscles in his body began to tense and lock.
"God, please Spike," he whimpered. "Please."
"Yeah, that's it. Come on, pet," Spike urged, speeding up the pace of his hand.
Seconds later, Xander squeezed his eyes shut, crying out wordlessly as he spilled over Spike's fist and his own belly. As pleasure spiraled through him, he heard Spike's choked off curse, followed by a cooler release that joined Xander's.
Spike collapsed beside him, pulling Xander against him. They lay there, sated and content, Spike listening to the slowing of Xander's frantic heartbeat. Moments later, Xander spoke.
"So, I was wondering. Can we go on an actual date?"
Spike chuckled in the dark.
"Anything you want, pet."