Embraced 1
Desperation is like a herd of wild horses. It starts off slowly, cantering along... gathers momentum, galloping now, faster and faster until at last, breath ripping from the body, sweat flowing slick and acrid, it culminates in a wild, frenzied hurricane, sweeping along everything in it´s path, swallowing all.
Xander Harris was at the galloping stage.
The boy sat in a miserable huddle in the depressing basement he called home, this galloping desperation gnawing him like a persistent rat. He was in love. This, in itself, was not a bad thing; he is young, attractive, witty... and horny as hell. He has a girlfriend who enjoys his fit, hard body on a regular basis, and women... well, at least the women who never knew him at High School, are keen to make his acquaintance and try out that fit, hard body for themselves.
No, the bad thing was not the being in love, it was the *who* he was in love with.
It had all came as a bit of a shock, really. The object of Xander´s affections had once been his bitter enemy. They say that familiarity breeds contempt, well not in this case. Familiarity had led firstly to a grudging admiration of his heart´s desire´s skills as a fighter, and then a growing enjoyment and anticipation of the many verbal slanging matches they enjoyed.
The fact that he most always lost these duels did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm, and Xander found himself sitting at night in his lonely basement, dreaming up new and insulting barbs to fling at his opponent.
Xander loved to watch his nemesis´ face when he launched these attacks. His opponent was cunning and had a face which rarely gave anything away, but on occasion the deadpan expression gave way to a sardonic grin which hung lopsided on sensuous lips, or even better, a flash of white teeth and the crinkling of ice– blue almond eyes when the barb pulled a laugh from it´s victim.
It was whenever Xander started to dream about those lips, those blue eyes and the lean, gorgeous body that made up the rest of the package, that he realised something was amiss.
Confusion reigned, and denial applauded on the sidelines. In a frenzy of sexual fervour that he really didn´t feel, Xander set about pillaging the body of a bemused but nonetheless willing Anya night after night. Very quickly, two things became apparent.
Firstly, constant sex made his cock feel as if it had been put through a mangler.
Secondly, although he tried really hard to stay focused, whenever that delicious orgasmic wave hit him, the image branded in his mind was that of his opponent, his one–time enemy, the Peroxide King himself, the Big Used–To–Be–Bad.
Spike.
Xander had the hots for Spike.
Bad enough that Xander had once again fallen for a demon, but this time a man... a bloke... a guy... a vampire... a *male* vampire... a meat–and–two–veg vampire... a vampire with a cock... a large, delicious, biteable......
STOP IT!
Xander shook his head and then cradled it in his hands, trying in vain to dispel the image of himself on his knees worshipping at the Shrine of Spike; his tongue gliding along Spike´s cool, hard cock, his lips engulfing the engorged tip, senses reeling as he tasted the salty pre–cum teardrop at it´s peak.
Xander´s eyes closed and his breathing became ragged and quick. His sweating hand unconsciously crept into his lap to the hard column of flesh growing rapidly below his jeans. Longingly, he pressed the palm of his hand against the hardness rhythmically, moaning softly, seeing Spike´s face. He imagined he could hear the vampire, long fingers tangled in Xander´s dark hair, his blonde head thrown back in abandon, moaning his name, pleading, coaxing...
"Ahhhhhh yeah... suck it hard.... please, Pet.... please Xan..."
"...der... Xander. What, are ya bloody deaf?" The familiar voice sounded deceptively close.
Xander´s eyes sprang open in alarm. His eyebrows waggled as he tried to figure out if this really was Spike standing in front of him, in his basement, where he was sitting with a hard–on the size of Texas, a hard–on that he was busily kneading with an eager hand.
Spike´s eyebrow raised and the familiar, beloved sardonic grin spread across his angular features. Amused, he took in the boy´s appearance; tousled, breathless, horny as hell by the looks of things... Jesus, the boy was insatiable... Spike could smell demon–girl off Xander on every occasion that they met recently, and yet here the boy was, ready to beat–the–meat all on his own. The blonde vampire idly wondered if the whelp was as hot as he looked, all dark silky hair, puppy–dog brown eyes, hard body, and that full, sexy mouth ...
Sniffing, Spike shook himself from his ponderings and fished in his pocket in search of a nicotine fix. No point wasting his time on the boy, he was obviously *very* much into girlies... judging by the frequency with which he screwed Anya. However, here was an opportunity for some prize winning sarcasm, a subject which the vampire had turned into an art form.
"Well... seems I´m disturbing you, peaches. Tell you what, I´ll leave you alone now, let you finish. Unless you´d like me to stay and watch? Watching´s fun... even better than the horny stuff on telly, know what I mean?" Spike followed up his statement with a broad wink.
Xander, horrified, leapt to his feet attempting to pull down his t–shirt and cover the source of his embarrassment. Blind panic was written all over his flushed face and he stuttered and stammered, but the treacherous words just wouldn´t come out. Oh gods, this was... disaster! Spike, the object of all his hottest, wildest fantasies had just caught him virtually with his pants down and his dick in his hand. And oh God... had he moaned Spike´s name... had he? Oh God... don´t let him have heard, don´t let him...
The shocked boy watched as the object of his affections headed back towards the door, a wispy trail of cigarette smoke following in his wake. Even now Xander couldn´t help but salivate as he watched Spike prowl across the floor... damn, the vampire had the sexiest walk he had ever seen... he seemed to undulate, and his body fairly screamed "C´mon, fuck me, Xander... you know you want to." And boy, did he ever...
Spike looked over his shoulder at the whelp. His thin eyebrows drew together slightly as he studied the boy´s expression. Mmmm... could he be wrong? Xander was looking at him as if he could eat him on the spot. Now *this* could be an interesting development! Could it be that the whelp fancied a bit of the legendary shag that was Spike?
The blonde vampire stopped and slowly turned. The boy looked positively delicious, standing hugging himself like a frightened rabbit but oozing arousal and desire from every pore. Spike parted his lips and allowed the tip of his tongue to slide slowly along his bottom lip as his blue eyes devoured every inch of the dark haired boy´s body, bottom to top. Startling blue eyes met warm, deep pools of chocolate and with a glow of satisfaction the vampire saw the spark of desire in those eyes grow.
Time stood still for Xander as he watched Spike´s eyes hungrily and slowly drink in his body, and the boy´s heart hitched; a razor sharp stab of desire slashing through him as Spike´s tongue lazily moistened those sensuous lips Xander craved. The boy gulped and suddenly the moment passed.
"Oh, before I forget... Slayer sent me. She wants to know if you could pick up some books for Giles from Red´s place." Spike smirked "You know, I don´t think she likes going in there much anymore – frightened she´ll catch the two girlies going at it hammer and tongs."
Xander laughed weakly. "OK... yeah... no problem, I´ll get right on it." he croaked.
Spike´s smirk grew wider and he looked directly at Xander´s crotch before adding "Right. I´ll tell Slayer you have the... uh... *problem in hand* then, shall I?"
A muted whimper escaped the boy´s lips and he closed his eyes in embarrassment. When he opened them again, Spike had gone.
