More birthday fic - better late than never!
When I hinted to cordelianne that I might conceivably try and write something for her birthday, she requested Spander. No surprise there *g* but for some reason the boys went off to play without me, and I was reduced to writing insane!Spike alone in a basement.
Last night, however, I talked to them most severely, then I begged and cajoled, and finally they agreed to make an appearance (presumably to get me to shut up). The result is part 3 in the exhibitionistic series that I've decided to call "Jolly Good Show", and is rated NC-17 PWP. It is not necessary to have read A Good Cause or Good Ideas to enjoy this bit, though they do set the scene (namely, sex in a park, which may not be a brilliant idea if one of you is a demon magnetTM.)
So here is part two of cordelianne's birthday present - Now Contains Xander! :)
Jolly Good Show
"I can't believe I’m doing this."
Spike smiled in the darkness. “Nobody’s here.”
“What if some kid forgot his teddy bear and his mom comes back for it? What if the witchy university girls decide tonight would be a good night to worship the moon?” Xander was practically hyperventilating. “What if - what if Giles…”
Spike cut him off by kissing him again, and continued to squeeze his ass. “Shut up.”
Xander pulled away, flailing. “But what if…”
“There are no teddy bears. It’s the dark of the moon. Giles? What the fuck?” Spike nibbled Xander’s earlobe. “He’s never been to this park in his life and sure as hell isn’t going to start tonight. Quit being ridiculous, and touch me.”
Xander looked slightly abashed, but cast yet another thorough, worried look around the park.
“Xander. People do not come here at night. Trust me.”
“But what…”
“Shut. Up. Do you want to fuck tonight or not?”
“Well, when you put it that way…mmph!”
The kissing rapidly became heated and aggressive, lips scraping over teeth, fingers digging into hard muscle. Xander grasped a fistful of Spike’s shirt and began shuffling backwards, holding the kiss, until he collided with the climbing frame. He leaned back against it, pulling Spike flush against him. Their hips thrust and ground, cocks straining to reach each other through denim.
T-shirts were pulled free of jeans, hands roamed over skin. Spike nuzzled into Xander’s neck, licking and nipping. He slipped a hand down the back of Xander’s pants. The delicious scent of Xander’s desire intensified as his skin flushed.
Spike became aware of tiny susurrations, rhythmic scratching sounds from the deep shadows under the nearest beech tree.
He squinted into the gloom. They had company.
A Hussurat was half-concealed behind the tree. The humanoid demon stood with its legs apart and arms hugging the trunk, rocking its extruded phallus against the smooth bark. Its unblinking eyes were fixed on Xander. Waves of tiny spines shivered over its forearms, the pace of the pulses increasing as it grew still more aroused.
Spike didn’t mind an audience, as long as said audience kept its appendages to itself and kept quiet. He allowed his eyes to flicker to yellow, acknowledgment and warning, and busied himself with undoing Xander’s pants. Xander made happy growly noises, pushing into Spike’s hand and sucking on Spike’s tongue.
Ripping open his own jeans, Spike brought their erections together and stroked them slowly. Xander moaned into Spike’s mouth and attempted to speed up the pace. Spike tugged awkwardly at Xander’s pants with his other hand, trying to get them down to mid-thigh. Xander flinched and again pulled back, trying to look over his shoulder.
“Ssh,” Spike soothed. “Don’t worry. Turn around.”
He spun Xander and pushed him against the curved metal bars, stepping close behind him. The open duster hung down around their bodies, minimizing the view of Xander’s bare ass and thighs. Xander relaxed, then tensed again in pleasurable anticipation as Spike trailed fingers across his hip and ass, nudging between his buttocks. Spike laughed, soft and dirty, when he encountered slick.
“Got yourself all ready, did you?”
Xander gasped. “I thought it would save time and, uh, exposure.”
“And you didn’t let me watch? Just for that -“
Spike abruptly shoved three fingers into Xander’s prepared and lubed hole and worked them at a fast pace, twisting, gently scratching. Xander groaned and clutched the metal bars, arching his back and dropping his head on his arms. Spike licked the tanned shoulders. Xander smelled and tasted so good…
He gradually realized that Xander’s wasn’t the only smell in the vicinity. Scanning the surroundings with his demon’s eyes and nose, he frowned in disbelief.
They had a lot of company.
A brunette vampire in tight red leather pants and a black halter stood in the lee of the ice-cream stand, licking her lips and grinding the heel of one hand into her crotch.
A pair of pale-blue empath demons was rolling around in the playhouse at the top of the slide.
An undead ex-cheerleader was on her hands and knees under the lilacs, snarling silently in pleasure while being pounded by an undead ex-jock.
Semi-corporeal Tchoi were hovering over on the baseball diamond, slipping in and out of visibility as their substance slid into each other. Tiny flashes of phosphorescence marked the spots where all three sexes merged.
The Hussurat was still humping his tree. And several vampires were hiding behind various bushes with their tongues hanging out and their hands down their pants.
Xander was oblivious, head down, working himself back on Spike’s fingers. More pheromones wafted from him as he moaned and writhed.
Spike pulled his fingers out, fished a tube from a pocket and quickly lubed his cock. Xander was whimpering in anticipation; Spike doubted he could hear anything over the pounding of his blood and his panting breaths. He glared around, fully vamped, and growled “Mine!” loudly as he pushed into Xander’s heat.
“Yours, yours baby,” Xander mumbled.
Spike placed his hands over Xander’s, gripping tightly, and began moving with slow, shallow strokes. Xander shifted and bucked, wordlessly begging for more. Spike continued to tease until he judged Xander was suitably frantic, then unlaced their fingers. He shrugged one arm, then the other out of the duster, letting it fall to the ground.
Xander emitted a muffled shriek of protest as the cool night air on his bare thighs alerted him to the absence of the shielding coat. Spike moved one hand from Xander’s hip to his cock, and the shriek melted into a series of muffled moans. He bit gently along Xander’s neck with blunt teeth, stripping his cock in time with his thrusts. Xander clenched around him, so tight and hot.
Spike took a deep breath and tasted the air as he pushed Xander harder against the bars, fucking him deeper and adding a little swivel of his hips. Xander approved, judging by his frantic whispered babble, and the audience was definitely appreciating it as well. The pheromone levels in the air were getting absurdly high, with a startling number of species and sexes represented. Some of the chemical messages clashed, while those from compatible partners swirled into intoxicating mists.
Xander's own pheromones made unique, but unfailingly delicious, combinations with all the nonhuman ones. Spike grinned inwardly. No wonder Xander was so popular.
And he was his.
Spike was unbearably turned on. So many lustful eyes on him and on Xander; so much sex in the air. So many creatures getting off on watching them get off.
He reached forward and loosened Xander’s fingers from the bars. Grasping him around the ribs, he hoisted him and turned once more. Bending his knees slightly, he leaned back against the metal and pulled Xander’s ass back down on his hips. The frame dug into his spine and buttocks but he didn’t notice, didn’t care. Xander was sinking down on him, riding him, and giving a full-frontal display of his glorious cock plundering the air. Spike growled possessively again and hammered his hips up in a punishing rhythm, hand finding Xander’s cock again and working it in time with his thrusts. Xander was sweating now, more enthralling odours pouring from him. Spike shifted slightly, improving his angle of attack on Xander’s sweet spot.
Xander came, shooting in a pearlescent arc.
Within seconds, at least a dozen assorted beings in the surrounding bushes also reached climax. Xander, still caught in the throes of his own orgasm, paid no attention to the muffled noises and grunts of pleasure that were loud enough even for human ears. Spike heard them only vaguely, as he worked desperately towards his own release. He bit his lip. The smell of his blood mixed with Xander’s scent as he finally stiffened and filled Xander’s ass.
“Mine!”
It was an awkward position, and muscles weak in afterglow rapidly began to protest. Xander lifted and stumbled forward off Spike, still gasping for breath. He hitched his pants back up, hands shaking. His expression mixed horrified realization with too-well-fucked-to-care.
“Oh God. That was such a rush.”
Spike smirked as he tucked himself back in, zipped, and smoothed his shirt. “Adds a thrill, doesn’t it?”
He turned and bent to pick up the discarded duster, discreetly scanning the vicinity. Their company had mostly melted back into the night, although a few still lay sprawled in happy completion. No one looked inclined to challenge Spike’s claim. Satisfied, he stood and pulled the coat on.
He cocked his head towards the park exit. They began to walk.
“I can’t believe I did that. What if…”
“Told you it’d be fine.” Spike slung an arm around his shoulders. “Quiet as the grave. And I should know.”
Last night, however, I talked to them most severely, then I begged and cajoled, and finally they agreed to make an appearance (presumably to get me to shut up). The result is part 3 in the exhibitionistic series that I've decided to call "Jolly Good Show", and is rated NC-17 PWP. It is not necessary to have read A Good Cause or Good Ideas to enjoy this bit, though they do set the scene (namely, sex in a park, which may not be a brilliant idea if one of you is a demon magnetTM.)
So here is part two of cordelianne's birthday present - Now Contains Xander! :)
Jolly Good Show
"I can't believe I’m doing this."
Spike smiled in the darkness. “Nobody’s here.”
“What if some kid forgot his teddy bear and his mom comes back for it? What if the witchy university girls decide tonight would be a good night to worship the moon?” Xander was practically hyperventilating. “What if - what if Giles…”
Spike cut him off by kissing him again, and continued to squeeze his ass. “Shut up.”
Xander pulled away, flailing. “But what if…”
“There are no teddy bears. It’s the dark of the moon. Giles? What the fuck?” Spike nibbled Xander’s earlobe. “He’s never been to this park in his life and sure as hell isn’t going to start tonight. Quit being ridiculous, and touch me.”
Xander looked slightly abashed, but cast yet another thorough, worried look around the park.
“Xander. People do not come here at night. Trust me.”
“But what…”
“Shut. Up. Do you want to fuck tonight or not?”
“Well, when you put it that way…mmph!”
The kissing rapidly became heated and aggressive, lips scraping over teeth, fingers digging into hard muscle. Xander grasped a fistful of Spike’s shirt and began shuffling backwards, holding the kiss, until he collided with the climbing frame. He leaned back against it, pulling Spike flush against him. Their hips thrust and ground, cocks straining to reach each other through denim.
T-shirts were pulled free of jeans, hands roamed over skin. Spike nuzzled into Xander’s neck, licking and nipping. He slipped a hand down the back of Xander’s pants. The delicious scent of Xander’s desire intensified as his skin flushed.
Spike became aware of tiny susurrations, rhythmic scratching sounds from the deep shadows under the nearest beech tree.
He squinted into the gloom. They had company.
A Hussurat was half-concealed behind the tree. The humanoid demon stood with its legs apart and arms hugging the trunk, rocking its extruded phallus against the smooth bark. Its unblinking eyes were fixed on Xander. Waves of tiny spines shivered over its forearms, the pace of the pulses increasing as it grew still more aroused.
Spike didn’t mind an audience, as long as said audience kept its appendages to itself and kept quiet. He allowed his eyes to flicker to yellow, acknowledgment and warning, and busied himself with undoing Xander’s pants. Xander made happy growly noises, pushing into Spike’s hand and sucking on Spike’s tongue.
Ripping open his own jeans, Spike brought their erections together and stroked them slowly. Xander moaned into Spike’s mouth and attempted to speed up the pace. Spike tugged awkwardly at Xander’s pants with his other hand, trying to get them down to mid-thigh. Xander flinched and again pulled back, trying to look over his shoulder.
“Ssh,” Spike soothed. “Don’t worry. Turn around.”
He spun Xander and pushed him against the curved metal bars, stepping close behind him. The open duster hung down around their bodies, minimizing the view of Xander’s bare ass and thighs. Xander relaxed, then tensed again in pleasurable anticipation as Spike trailed fingers across his hip and ass, nudging between his buttocks. Spike laughed, soft and dirty, when he encountered slick.
“Got yourself all ready, did you?”
Xander gasped. “I thought it would save time and, uh, exposure.”
“And you didn’t let me watch? Just for that -“
Spike abruptly shoved three fingers into Xander’s prepared and lubed hole and worked them at a fast pace, twisting, gently scratching. Xander groaned and clutched the metal bars, arching his back and dropping his head on his arms. Spike licked the tanned shoulders. Xander smelled and tasted so good…
He gradually realized that Xander’s wasn’t the only smell in the vicinity. Scanning the surroundings with his demon’s eyes and nose, he frowned in disbelief.
They had a lot of company.
A brunette vampire in tight red leather pants and a black halter stood in the lee of the ice-cream stand, licking her lips and grinding the heel of one hand into her crotch.
A pair of pale-blue empath demons was rolling around in the playhouse at the top of the slide.
An undead ex-cheerleader was on her hands and knees under the lilacs, snarling silently in pleasure while being pounded by an undead ex-jock.
Semi-corporeal Tchoi were hovering over on the baseball diamond, slipping in and out of visibility as their substance slid into each other. Tiny flashes of phosphorescence marked the spots where all three sexes merged.
The Hussurat was still humping his tree. And several vampires were hiding behind various bushes with their tongues hanging out and their hands down their pants.
Xander was oblivious, head down, working himself back on Spike’s fingers. More pheromones wafted from him as he moaned and writhed.
Spike pulled his fingers out, fished a tube from a pocket and quickly lubed his cock. Xander was whimpering in anticipation; Spike doubted he could hear anything over the pounding of his blood and his panting breaths. He glared around, fully vamped, and growled “Mine!” loudly as he pushed into Xander’s heat.
“Yours, yours baby,” Xander mumbled.
Spike placed his hands over Xander’s, gripping tightly, and began moving with slow, shallow strokes. Xander shifted and bucked, wordlessly begging for more. Spike continued to tease until he judged Xander was suitably frantic, then unlaced their fingers. He shrugged one arm, then the other out of the duster, letting it fall to the ground.
Xander emitted a muffled shriek of protest as the cool night air on his bare thighs alerted him to the absence of the shielding coat. Spike moved one hand from Xander’s hip to his cock, and the shriek melted into a series of muffled moans. He bit gently along Xander’s neck with blunt teeth, stripping his cock in time with his thrusts. Xander clenched around him, so tight and hot.
Spike took a deep breath and tasted the air as he pushed Xander harder against the bars, fucking him deeper and adding a little swivel of his hips. Xander approved, judging by his frantic whispered babble, and the audience was definitely appreciating it as well. The pheromone levels in the air were getting absurdly high, with a startling number of species and sexes represented. Some of the chemical messages clashed, while those from compatible partners swirled into intoxicating mists.
Xander's own pheromones made unique, but unfailingly delicious, combinations with all the nonhuman ones. Spike grinned inwardly. No wonder Xander was so popular.
And he was his.
Spike was unbearably turned on. So many lustful eyes on him and on Xander; so much sex in the air. So many creatures getting off on watching them get off.
He reached forward and loosened Xander’s fingers from the bars. Grasping him around the ribs, he hoisted him and turned once more. Bending his knees slightly, he leaned back against the metal and pulled Xander’s ass back down on his hips. The frame dug into his spine and buttocks but he didn’t notice, didn’t care. Xander was sinking down on him, riding him, and giving a full-frontal display of his glorious cock plundering the air. Spike growled possessively again and hammered his hips up in a punishing rhythm, hand finding Xander’s cock again and working it in time with his thrusts. Xander was sweating now, more enthralling odours pouring from him. Spike shifted slightly, improving his angle of attack on Xander’s sweet spot.
Xander came, shooting in a pearlescent arc.
Within seconds, at least a dozen assorted beings in the surrounding bushes also reached climax. Xander, still caught in the throes of his own orgasm, paid no attention to the muffled noises and grunts of pleasure that were loud enough even for human ears. Spike heard them only vaguely, as he worked desperately towards his own release. He bit his lip. The smell of his blood mixed with Xander’s scent as he finally stiffened and filled Xander’s ass.
“Mine!”
It was an awkward position, and muscles weak in afterglow rapidly began to protest. Xander lifted and stumbled forward off Spike, still gasping for breath. He hitched his pants back up, hands shaking. His expression mixed horrified realization with too-well-fucked-to-care.
“Oh God. That was such a rush.”
Spike smirked as he tucked himself back in, zipped, and smoothed his shirt. “Adds a thrill, doesn’t it?”
He turned and bent to pick up the discarded duster, discreetly scanning the vicinity. Their company had mostly melted back into the night, although a few still lay sprawled in happy completion. No one looked inclined to challenge Spike’s claim. Satisfied, he stood and pulled the coat on.
He cocked his head towards the park exit. They began to walk.
“I can’t believe I did that. What if…”
“Told you it’d be fine.” Spike slung an arm around his shoulders. “Quiet as the grave. And I should know.”