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Spike finds an odd looking relic after he helps the scoobies deal with some vampires. They agree to let him keep it despite not knowing what it is, what it's used for or how dangerous it might be. Xander finds out.
Spike finds an odd looking relic after he helps the scoobies deal with some vampires. They agree to let him keep it despite not knowing what it is, what it's used for or how dangerous it might be. Xander finds out.
Spike seeks some answers about the mysterious object and enjoys a little alone time
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On the outskirts of Sunnydale lived a shop. A shop that catered to creatures of the night. And it provided for specific things and catered to very specific needs.
Spike had visited this shop once before when he first came to Sunnydale with Drusilla, trying to tempt her into playing with him again.
The weighty gold object bounced in his pocket, making his jacket drag off his shoulder with each step. A single bell chimed when he passed through the entrance of the shop. From the outside it looked like a burnt out, concrete shell of a building. On the inside was a dimly lit interior, with the incense smoke hanging heavy in the air. Glowing purple neon lights illuminated the walls lined with all sorts of trinkets, knick-knacks, books and potions.
Behind the counter sat a relatively normal looking young woman. Her purple hair matching the neon lights, her various piercings reflecting the neon glow.
“Nice to see you again, Vanessa.” Spike greeted her with a nod.
“Good to see you too, Blondie. Glad the slayer hasn’t got to you yet.” Vanessa smirked.
“Yeah me too, listen, I need some help with something.” He started, eager to skip over the pleasantries.
“That’s what I’m here for!”
Spike removed the gold object from his jacket pocket and held it up for the woman to see. He wasn’t all that estranged from magic sex objects like the one in his hand. Being alive for hundreds of years means sometimes plain old intercourse gets boring and you want to branch out, try new things. But nothing about this object was familiar to him at all. He had debated going to the Magic Shop, asking Giles for help but knowing them, they would probably take the object from him. And he was not eager to part with his new toy.
“Oh wow,” Vanessa breathed, getting up from behind the counter and walking up to Spike. “Where did you get one of these?” She tilted her head, eager to examine the thing.
“Found it,” Spike said curtly, “Now, what is it?” Part of him wanted to enjoy his newfound toy but his more cautious side won in the end. He wanted to make sure his semen wasn’t going to fuel some horrible ritual or to fertilize some demon eggs.
“It’s an Amans Foraminis, Latin, roughly translated it means Lover’s hole.” She smirked. Spike nearly blushed. “They are extremely rare and require a lot of time and effort to conjure.”
She took the object from Spike’s hand and began rotating it in her grip, examining it more closely. Vanessa ran her fingers over the grooves and etchings.
“Okay, now you’ve told me the name. So, tell me what it does. What is it used for? Why did-“ He cut himself off, quelling his impatience.
“It’s a specific magical device for two lovers. One keeps the object, the other feels the effects when it’s… In use.” She purred. “May I?” She twisted the golden lid to remove it.
“This connects to some lucky soul, so if I were to do this,” She slicked her finger using some oil from the counter and slipped it inside the hole. “Then who ever has been blessed with the device will feel it.”
“Alright okay,” Spike snatched the object from her, feelings slightly territorial over it. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else playing with his new toy. “It’s not dangerous then? I can have all the fun I want?”
Vanessa raised an eyebrow at the vampire.
“Do you know who is on the receiving end of this spell?” She asked. Spike tried to hide the guilt on his face.
“No,” He said. “But I know how to find out. Now, I’d like to make some purchases.”
When Spike arrived back at his crypt, he was giddy. He placed his new bag of tricks on his armchair and pulled out the golden object once again. Vanessa had warned him about the object, mentioning some side effects that he had barely paid any attention.
There was a chance that the device had been connected to some random person. Vanessa explained that the connection was made through touch. It’s possible that the random vampire who had the object before he got dusted had connected with someone else. But Vanessa had explained there was a sort of ‘ownership clause’ as part of the ritual and when the vamp had been staked, it would have broken and the object would now be useless.
So, Spike sat in his crypt, delighted by the fact that he had a direct link to torment one of the Scoobies.
Although he was viciously horny, he decided not to use the object again until he figured out who it belonged to. The mystery was fun to him but the idea of distracting one of the Scoobies at the wrong time could cost them their life, thus Spike’s toy disappeared.
Still, his cock was hard. Distractingly hard. The sensitive skin rubbing against the rough fabric of Spike’s jeans. He palmed himself through his pants, enjoying the sensation. He unzipped, soft skin rubbing against metal teeth, and pulled his cock free. Slicking his thumb with the bead of precum from his tip. He slowly began to stroke himself, long and slow, from base to head.
Spike used his other hand to pull his t-shirt over his chiselled abs and up to expose his chest. He began rubbing one of his pale pink nipples, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger.
Each gentle twist sending a ripple of pleasure through him.
He began to increase the speed of his strokes, focusing more on rubbing his cock head. With his climax approaching, he began to thrust jerky and uneven up into his hand. Spike’s toes curled as he shot his load, spurts of thick cum pooling on his stomach and running down his shaft.
Savoring the feeling for a few moments, he gave his cock a few final strokes.
He stood up awkwardly, pants slowly sliding down his ankles. His other hand still holding his shirt up. Waddling across his crypt over to the box of tissues, Xander had somehow entered his thoughts. The vampire was reminded of the time he spent in the boy’s basement and how he would spend his daylight hours. Wanking and watching bad daytime TV. Luckily, there was an ample stock of tissues and lotion in that basement.
Across town, Xander was getting ready for bed, unable to shake the feeling that he had just missed out on something.
You've seen this idea before, Chris knocks Wesker out of the window instead of Jill and becomes his new test subject and plaything. Just a quick smutty drabble with a focus on Chris' chest!
Wesker examined the small device attached to his subject’s skin. It seemed to be working as intended, the dark red liquid bubbling away. He stretched the skin where the device had latched, testing its grip, ensuring it wouldn’t rip the skin.
“Any discomfort?” He asked, still tinkering with the device.
“None, master.” A curt response. Not that he particularly cared if his experiment caused any pain but it was an indication that something may be wrong with the connection.
“Excellent, dress yourself.” Wesker ordered, rolling his chair backwards to give the man space.
Chris slipped his arms through the sleeves and shrugged the suit up over his shoulders. He fastened the zipper that ran from his groin up his stomach and to his neck. It was skin tight, displaying his impressively muscular physique. Wesker had mad some adjustments to it, he did enjoy seeing his favourite boy dressed up for him. So much so, in fact, that he had totally adjusted the initial design for his injector device. Initially it was meant to latch onto the subject’s chest, pumping the chemical compound directly into their heart. However, not wanting to mar Chris’ beautiful pecs, he adjusted the device so it latched into the small of the subject’s back, connected to their spinal column.
Wesker leaned back in his chair, continuing to admire the impressive body of his former officer had built. The suit left very little to the imagination, strong thighs, the curve of Chris’ ass, his thick shoulders. Of course, Wesker’s personal favourite feature was his chest. Large pectoral muscles that jutted out from his torso would normally not be as noticeable but the suit had been adjusted to hug the curves of his body in a way that Wesker found almost too distracting.
“Chris, unzip… Slowly.” The command was obeyed immediately, the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, he dragged it slowly down. Every click of the teeth separating audible.
“That’s enough.” He said when the zip was just above his waist. “Come here, on your knees.”
Chris marched over to Wesker and sank to his knees in front of him. Wesker leaned forward, pulling the fabric of the suit to reveal Chris’ chest. Brown hair scatted over the skin, curling and twisting away from two dusky pink nipples. He caressed them, running his gloved hand through the hairs, gently kneading at the mounds of flesh. His fingers soon found Chris’ nipples and he began to rub and flick until they were erect.
“You can react, enjoy this.” Wesker whispered, although Chris had no choice but to obey him, he still wanted to hear his moans of pleasure.
“Thank you, Master.” Chris breathed, making Wesker’s cock jump.
“Do you enjoy having your tits played with?” Gradually working up the intensity at which he toyed with his nipples.
“Ah, yes Master.” Chris was moaning, low and quiet but with every other tug or pinch his breath would hitch. Wesker’s cock was hard now, unable to ignore the frustration of it rubbing against his leather trousers. He released Chris’ abused nipples and leaned back in his chair once again.
“Take out my cock, I assume I don’t have to give you detailed instructions on what to do next.”
Chris got to work immediately; it was hard to discern given the mind control but he almost seemed eager. Or perhaps he was just imagining the enthusiasm with which Chris unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and released his dick. He gave it a few tentative strokes, dragging his hand up to the tip and back down to the base. Continuing this action, he began suckling gentle at one of Wesker’s balls.
Once his efforts were rewarded with a thick trail of precum leaking from Wesker’s cockhead, he moved his mouth upwards. Taking the head into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over the slit and slowly swirled it around the tip. Moving down, he took more of Wesker’s length into his mouth mimicking the same slow, dragging motions of his hand. The other hand massaging his balls.
Eventually, he sank down to the base, his nose pressing into Wesker’s pubic hair. He sat with the large dick sheathed down his throat for a few moments, breathing heavily through his nose. Slowly, he moved his head back, his tongue flat, pressed against the underside of Wesker’s length.
Wesker enjoyed the site of Chris on his knees with his cock down his throat. He enjoyed watching him struggle to suppress the gagging and tears forming in his eyes.
“Do you like servicing me, Chris? You seem so eager to please me.”
“Yes, master.” His voice slightly hoarse.
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love to please you master. I love feeling your thick cock slide down my throat. I love being responsible for your pleasure.” Although his delivery was slightly robotic, Wesker’s head was cloudy with lust.
Chris resumed sucking, a thick shiny coating of precum and saliva made his pale cock glisten.
“Up, here like this.” He ordered, moving Chris so that his armpits now rested on Wesker’s thighs. With his cock now sitting on the brunet’s chest. “Push your tits together, yes like that good boy.”
Chris held a hand on each of his pecs, firmly pushing them together. Wesker’s slick cock sat in between, almost fully encapsulated by the heft of Chris’ chest.
“Now, I’m going to fuck your tits. Would you like that, Chris?”
“Yes, master, use me however you please.” Wesker’s cock twitched again, the submissive tone making his throat ache with desire.
Slowly, he began to drag his cock down and then back up through the other man’s chest. The hair surrounding his dick becoming damp, clutching onto his member as it moved up and down. Gradually, he increased his pace until his was fucking Chris’ chest with a firm rhythm. The relaxed flesh around his cock bouncing with each thrust. It was an obscene display, Chris on his knees, hands pressing his pecs together as Wesker's cock rutted against them. The room filled with the slick sounds of lubed flesh rubbing against flesh.
It didn’t take long for him to come, the warm slickness combined with the obscene site of Chris on his knees with a cock pressed in between his pecs had driven him to orgasm quickly. Wesker came generously, a spurt catching Chris on the underside of his jaw. He rolled back away from the man slightly as Wesker continued to shoot his load, painting his chest with thick white strands. Stings clinging onto the dark brown chest hair.
Wesker admired the man between his legs, a mess of spit and cum. His cock still hard, he wondered if he had enough time to spare for round two.
pls don't think that because I like Spander I'm a Xander apologist and think he's an uwu softboy who's never done anything wrong or what ever, I still am not his biggest fan and know he has plenty of issues, but my fondness for the ship comes from either Spike putting Xander in his place or developing Xander beyond what the show by making him gay
Just as life in Sunnydale is settling back into a comfortable groove, Xander gets asked to do a difficult task at work
AO3 link for previous chapters, tags and warnings
“You know Dawnie, I’m really going to miss these mornings with you,” Xander smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. “It’s nice to talk to someone about something other than pouring concrete or steel girders for a change.”
“I won’t,” Dawn scoffed. Xander shot her a look of confusion. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean it like that it’s just, y’know. Summer vacation. Yaaay!” She cheered, slightly embarrassed.
“I get it, I get it. Still, some of us don’t have the privilege of lounging around watching TV and sleeping in until noon all Summer.”
“And what a privilege it is,” Dawn grinned. “Bye Xander, thanks,” she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. Xander watched her exit the car and head in towards the school. Lingering for a few moments, watching her hair bounce as she ascended the steps and greeted some friends. The buzzing atmosphere was palpable even from the driver's seat. He felt his stomach twist slightly at the sight, annoyed with himself for longing for the days at Sunnydale High.
Pulling out of the drop off lane, he inched out of the school zone and headed towards the construction site. Where he would spend the rest of his day. Xander lowered the windows in his car and inhaled the fresh breeze. Summer wasn’t all that different a season than any other in Sunnydale. Usually, the weather varied from comfortably warm to hot, with an occasional drop of rain.
Things got much warmer during this time of year and Xander could smell it in the air. The rumble of a lawnmower in the distance or the chiming of an ice-cream van, these were the signs that summer was arriving in Sunnydale. He still felt a twinge of excitement, a familiar spark he had felt around every time this year since he started school. The anticipation, the freedom, the expectations. Though he never got the extended break he once had, he still savoured the lingering taste while it was there.
Arriving at the site, he grabbed his hard hat, vest and bag before heading in. He greeted a few of his colleagues and entered the stuffy trailer. This was the result of his promotion, sitting inside a wooden paneled box doing paperwork and occasionally getting to go outside and monitor the progress of the site. It wasn’t too bad; the pay was decent and his back certainly ached a lot less. Xander cracked open a window to get some air flowing into the room, the sounds of machinery providing a nice background noise to help him concentrate on his work.
It had been about two hours of monotonous paperwork before Mike knocked on his door.
“How’s it going, Xander?” The bearded man asked, removing his hard hat.
“It’s going, nice to see you, Mike.” Xander stood up and extended his hand in greeting to his superior. “What brings you to the site?”
“I have a job for you Harris,” he said, quickly shaking Xander’s sweaty hand. “You heard they’re rebuilding the old high school?”
Xander gulped involuntarily.
“Yeah, I heard, still a pain in the neck we lost out on that contract huh?” He offered; secretly glad they had avoided the trouble of working directly over the Hellmouth.
“Well, the city council have asked us to go in and review the work. Quite standard for a project this large and they are eager to avoid any other… incidents.” Mike stroked the ginger hair on his chin, thinking of the ‘gas leak’ that had destroyed the last building. “You’re in charge of the team that will handle this, pick out some of your best guys and sweep the place.” He handed Xander a thick, white envelope. “Here’s the paperwork, make sure you do a thorough job with this one Harris. They’re planning on opening up the school come September and if anything happens it’s on our heads… Harris?”
Xander’s felt ashes in his mouth, he stared at the envelope in front of him.
“Harris?” Mike repeated, snapping Xander out of his daze.
“Right, sorry sir, it’s just a big job. I’m… honoured you’d trust me with this.” He lied, trying to hide his annoyance and fear.
*
Xander glanced at the envelope in the empty passenger seat, then towards the new and improved Sunnydale High. All cream and beige against the blue California sky. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. Inhale. Exhale.
Scoping out the new building by himself wasn’t the brightest idea, Xander could admit that much. But he couldn’t handle how the possibilities made his brain buzz. With his paperwork unfinished, he took the last hour of his day to wander through the school. He didn’t want to take a team of men in there just yet, partly because he didn’t want them walking into anything dangerous. Partly because he knew they would lose respect for Xander if they saw him all jumpy. He considered asking Buffy, but she was working till late and would drag him along after dark. No, daylight was best, a natural deterrent for all things evil and spooky.
It was jarring walking through the new building. Everything was fresh and shiny, the scent of paint and plastic lingered in the air. His boots let out a little squeak with every stop. Very stealthy, he thought.
Everything seemed normal, the layout was simple enough. And as creepy as empty schools could be, the fact that it was empty was enough to quell the anxiety rising up his throat.
Against his better judgement, he decided to check out the basement. It was the one place he hadn’t looked and well, maybe it was curiosity but he couldn’t shake the urge to venture down the steps. This is the feeling all those stupid idiots in horror movie’s get right before they die, he thought as he slowly crept down the concrete stairs. The bowels of the school were certainly a different beast to the upper levels. The air was cool and damp and the light seemed dimmer. Checking his watch, he saw that he still had a few hours to go until sundown.
Xander crept onwards, hunched, knees bent. Taking slow, methodical steps. The only sound his suppressed breathing and the delicate tamping of the ground as he went.
As he was about to turn a corner, he heard something. He froze, steadying himself. Ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
A rat scampered past him, squealing in terror.
Something, no, someone shouted in frustration at losing their prey. The person then continued to babble incessantly. Xander listened for a moment, trying to make out anything that the person was saying.
He felt like an ice-cold knife had been plunged through his stomach when he recognized the voice.
Turning the corner, he saw the familiar bleach blond hair.
