Bite Me
Author: kitty_alex
Title: Bite Me
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: BTVS
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: Spike and Xander have to preform a ritual to save the world, but things get out of hand.
Warning: This is basically a PWP. There's wing!fic and biting mixed in there too.
Notes: Thanks to mysticsoblivion for betaing. This was for spring_with_xan.
Xander sat at the foot of Spike’s bed. He was waiting for the other Scoobies to start chanting. There was another apocalypse coming and it was up to the two of them to stop it. The book Giles had found said that a white knight a vampire had to form a bond, what kind of bond, none of them knew.
“Maybe it doesn’t work,” Xander said looking over at Spike.
Spike lit a cigarette, “Well, could be you. Might not be as white as we thought.”
“Hey, buddy, for all we know it’s you who’s less of vampire, oh chipped one.”
Spike stubbed out his cigarette and was about to say something when he looked at Xander. He gaped at him. There was a pair of huge white wings protruding out of his back.
“What?” Xander said when he noticed Spike was staring at him.
“Bloody hell!”
Xander twisted around and noticed feathers. He lifted his arm to get a better look and saw wings sticking out of his back.
“I have wings! Shit! Does this have something to do with the ritual?”
“Dunno.”
Spike reached forward and stroked the tips of Xander’s wings. Xander moaned and Spike slowly moved his fingers upward, caressing each feather that his fingers happened to lay upon. He couldn’t believe how soft they were. It reminded him of silk.
“Spike,” Xander moaned, his voice husky with lust. “What are you doing?”
“They’re so soft , pet,” Spike said in awe.
His fingers moved up and he ran them over the ridges of Xander’s wings. Xander shuttered and felt heat rise inside of him. His erection was pressing into his jeans and he honestly didn’t care that it was Spike making him feel this way. He just needed to release the heat.
Xander pressed his lips to Spike’s and wrapped his wings around him. They fell back onto the bed, Spike on top of Xander, his wings enveloping both in a wall of feathers. The kiss grew deeper and Spike ripped off Xander’s shirt revealing taut muscles.
“Luv,” Spike purred. “Why do you keep these hidden?”
He ran his tongue over Xander’s chest, enjoying as Xander moaned pleadingly after each long lick. Spike licked lower until he was face to face with Xander’s crotch. He unzipped Xander’s jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. Spike licked the length of Xander’s erection, teasing the tip and working his way down to the shaft.
“Please,” Xander moaned. “Please, Spike just-”
He didn’t know what he was begging Spike for. Whatever it was, he needed it more than anything. Spike seemed to know as his tongue traveled across Xander’s balls and down to his ass. Xander groaned as he felt Spike’s tongue worm its way inside him. It pressed against his prostate, making him arch up and his wings fall flat on the bed as he continued to moan in ecstasy. Spike removed his tongued and Xander whined.
“Don’t worry, pet,” Spike assured him. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Spike undressed himself then hooked Xander’s legs over his shoulders and pushed them up. In one fluid motion, Spike was inside Xander. He put his hands on Xander’s wings, enjoying the feel of feathers against his hands. He set a hard pace which Xander met. They thrust and pushed against each other, moaning and loving the feel of their bodies coming together.
They were both so close to completion that Spike couldn’t resist. He changed into his vamp face and bit into Xander’s neck. The bite sent them both over the edge and they came together. Spike removed his fangs and began licking the wound. He enjoyed the taste of Xander’s blood; it seemed purer than even virgin blood, which was odd since the rumor mill was that Xander had slept with a slayer and an ex-demon.
“Angel,” Spike gasped as he looked over Xander. “They turned you into a bloody angel.”
“What? How? And can I say what?”
“The text was in Grash wasn’t it? Grash demons, it’s more of a tongues based language. Some words overlap and one accent mark off and it’s a completely different word. Watcher must have translated it wrong and thought it was ‘knight’ when it really was ‘angel’.”
“Giles wouldn’t- he wouldn’t do this without double checking! The chip has officially fried your brain.”
“Explain the wings and your blood. You’ve had sex before, yet you taste purer than a virgin.”
“You can compare the two?”
“I’ve had virgins before. Nothing new, never had angel blood before.”
“I’m not an angel!”
“Bloody hell,” Spike said laying his head on Xander’s chest. “Giles did get it wrong. There’s a Grash prophecy about an angel and demon mating. ‘Course I wouldn’t think of it until now. I didn’t think you were angel material.”
“Wait, what? Am I the only one not on the same page as the rest of the class?”
Spike pulled himself out of Xander, who hissed slightly.
“See, old texts like that, one of two things can happen. They’ve been translated by hand too many times and they miscopy a word. Other scenario, the ink fades and accent marks can get lost.”
“So what does that mean? Giles got it wrong and it’s not his fault?”
Spike looked at him like he was an idiot then said, “’Course. And now we’re mated because of that ritual.”
“Can we slow down? What does mated mean?”
“It means, we fucked, I bit you, that ritual was going on, so now we’re pretty much stuck together.”
“Oh,” Xander said nervously. “At least we saved the world.”
Spike shrugged and got out of bed, “True. I can think of worse ways to stop an apocalypse.”
“I can think of worse ways to spend eternity,” Xander smiled at him sheepishly.
“True,” Spike said tilting his head and admiring Xander’s wings stretched out on the bed. “I’m going to get some blood, when I’m done, you want to-”
“Continue?” Xander finished for him.
Spike leered at him, “Took the words right out of my mouth.”
Title: Bite Me
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: BTVS
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: Spike and Xander have to preform a ritual to save the world, but things get out of hand.
Warning: This is basically a PWP. There's wing!fic and biting mixed in there too.
Notes: Thanks to mysticsoblivion for betaing. This was for spring_with_xan.
Xander sat at the foot of Spike’s bed. He was waiting for the other Scoobies to start chanting. There was another apocalypse coming and it was up to the two of them to stop it. The book Giles had found said that a white knight a vampire had to form a bond, what kind of bond, none of them knew.
“Maybe it doesn’t work,” Xander said looking over at Spike.
Spike lit a cigarette, “Well, could be you. Might not be as white as we thought.”
“Hey, buddy, for all we know it’s you who’s less of vampire, oh chipped one.”
Spike stubbed out his cigarette and was about to say something when he looked at Xander. He gaped at him. There was a pair of huge white wings protruding out of his back.
“What?” Xander said when he noticed Spike was staring at him.
“Bloody hell!”
Xander twisted around and noticed feathers. He lifted his arm to get a better look and saw wings sticking out of his back.
“I have wings! Shit! Does this have something to do with the ritual?”
“Dunno.”
Spike reached forward and stroked the tips of Xander’s wings. Xander moaned and Spike slowly moved his fingers upward, caressing each feather that his fingers happened to lay upon. He couldn’t believe how soft they were. It reminded him of silk.
“Spike,” Xander moaned, his voice husky with lust. “What are you doing?”
“They’re so soft , pet,” Spike said in awe.
His fingers moved up and he ran them over the ridges of Xander’s wings. Xander shuttered and felt heat rise inside of him. His erection was pressing into his jeans and he honestly didn’t care that it was Spike making him feel this way. He just needed to release the heat.
Xander pressed his lips to Spike’s and wrapped his wings around him. They fell back onto the bed, Spike on top of Xander, his wings enveloping both in a wall of feathers. The kiss grew deeper and Spike ripped off Xander’s shirt revealing taut muscles.
“Luv,” Spike purred. “Why do you keep these hidden?”
He ran his tongue over Xander’s chest, enjoying as Xander moaned pleadingly after each long lick. Spike licked lower until he was face to face with Xander’s crotch. He unzipped Xander’s jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. Spike licked the length of Xander’s erection, teasing the tip and working his way down to the shaft.
“Please,” Xander moaned. “Please, Spike just-”
He didn’t know what he was begging Spike for. Whatever it was, he needed it more than anything. Spike seemed to know as his tongue traveled across Xander’s balls and down to his ass. Xander groaned as he felt Spike’s tongue worm its way inside him. It pressed against his prostate, making him arch up and his wings fall flat on the bed as he continued to moan in ecstasy. Spike removed his tongued and Xander whined.
“Don’t worry, pet,” Spike assured him. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Spike undressed himself then hooked Xander’s legs over his shoulders and pushed them up. In one fluid motion, Spike was inside Xander. He put his hands on Xander’s wings, enjoying the feel of feathers against his hands. He set a hard pace which Xander met. They thrust and pushed against each other, moaning and loving the feel of their bodies coming together.
They were both so close to completion that Spike couldn’t resist. He changed into his vamp face and bit into Xander’s neck. The bite sent them both over the edge and they came together. Spike removed his fangs and began licking the wound. He enjoyed the taste of Xander’s blood; it seemed purer than even virgin blood, which was odd since the rumor mill was that Xander had slept with a slayer and an ex-demon.
“Angel,” Spike gasped as he looked over Xander. “They turned you into a bloody angel.”
“What? How? And can I say what?”
“The text was in Grash wasn’t it? Grash demons, it’s more of a tongues based language. Some words overlap and one accent mark off and it’s a completely different word. Watcher must have translated it wrong and thought it was ‘knight’ when it really was ‘angel’.”
“Giles wouldn’t- he wouldn’t do this without double checking! The chip has officially fried your brain.”
“Explain the wings and your blood. You’ve had sex before, yet you taste purer than a virgin.”
“You can compare the two?”
“I’ve had virgins before. Nothing new, never had angel blood before.”
“I’m not an angel!”
“Bloody hell,” Spike said laying his head on Xander’s chest. “Giles did get it wrong. There’s a Grash prophecy about an angel and demon mating. ‘Course I wouldn’t think of it until now. I didn’t think you were angel material.”
“Wait, what? Am I the only one not on the same page as the rest of the class?”
Spike pulled himself out of Xander, who hissed slightly.
“See, old texts like that, one of two things can happen. They’ve been translated by hand too many times and they miscopy a word. Other scenario, the ink fades and accent marks can get lost.”
“So what does that mean? Giles got it wrong and it’s not his fault?”
Spike looked at him like he was an idiot then said, “’Course. And now we’re mated because of that ritual.”
“Can we slow down? What does mated mean?”
“It means, we fucked, I bit you, that ritual was going on, so now we’re pretty much stuck together.”
“Oh,” Xander said nervously. “At least we saved the world.”
Spike shrugged and got out of bed, “True. I can think of worse ways to stop an apocalypse.”
“I can think of worse ways to spend eternity,” Xander smiled at him sheepishly.
“True,” Spike said tilting his head and admiring Xander’s wings stretched out on the bed. “I’m going to get some blood, when I’m done, you want to-”
“Continue?” Xander finished for him.
Spike leered at him, “Took the words right out of my mouth.”