MAKING GOOD USE . A Spander story with Wombles (almost)
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MAKING GOOD USE
"Xander, no-one is going to believe that these ropes are going to hold a vampire. You know and I know that I could snap them just by flexing and Big Bad and Ugly is certainly going to know."
"Big Bad and Ugly is also very, very stupid. I'm surprised you and his kind haven't met up before what with so much in common going on."
Spike cocked an eyebrow and looked dangerous.
"Big and bad and evil, I mean. Lots in common." He finished fixing the final rope to his satisfaction and stood back to admire his work. "Hey, that looks good. You're, like, so preyish. The victim looks really suits you did you know that?"
"Yeah, I had Dru and Anglelus constantly reminding me in an assortment of uncomfortable ways. You, I am afraid are beginning to remind me of them in a rather frightening way."
"Ah! That reminds me. The perfect tied-up victim has to be shirtless. When did you last see someone strung up waiting for the baddy to return who was still wearing his shirt?" He dug Spikes own knife out of Spike's own boot and, grabbing a fistful of T-shirt proceeded to cut it until only tatters remained and none of them still on Spike.
The victimised vampire eyed his co-fighter balefully. "I don't suppose you'd feel guilty if I were to tell you that that was my favourite T-shirt?" There was a pause, "Well?"
"So, are you going to tell me that was your favourite T-shirt?"
"Yes, damn it. I'm telling you that was my favourite T-shirt!"
"Then no, I'm not going to feel guilty cos you've got another eleven exactly like it. I was with Dawn when she bought them for you."
Spike didn't bother to reply but made it clear that he was sulking.
Xander was still regarding him critically, "You know, I was watching a re-run of the Man from U.N.C.L.E. the other day and Illya was like hanging from his wrists by chains and they'd stripped him down to his underwear: no shirt; no pants. I think he still had his socks and shoes though. Strange."
"You are not cutting these trousers off me - they were from Dawn too, and she'd kill you and me if you ruined them.."
"Hmm. Okaaaay, just slacken them off a little here." He flicked open a few buttons, and blinked. "I thought Dawn bought you underwear, too."
"She did. So?"
Xander wisely backed down, "Well I guess very few men get to buy their own underwear but it's their free choice when or whether to wear them."
A loud clattering was heard from the floor above and a strange sharp, vegetative smell came pouring into the basement.
"Hell's bells, is it knocking down walls to get here?"
"It may well be - big and mean and stupid - but the Cla'lnyrthngl have a chitinous outer skin which acts as an armour. They rub their fore-arms together, in the style of cicadas and crickets, which makes a loud clattering noise and seems to be a primitive war cry." Said very confidently but obviously quoting directly.
"Yeah? And it's got four arms as well! Millwall supporters could do with a mascot or two like that. And you remembered all that about them? I'm impressed, Harris. Now go and hide and get ready to hit it on the lump of purple flesh protruding between its shoulder blades."
Xander gave him a look, that told Spike all he needed to know about vampires who pretended to be ignorant of the nasty they were chasing, and then hid behind a stack of boxes - axe held firmly in both hands.
The cla'lnyrthngl came blundering down the stairs, tempted by the scent of vampire and stopped only briefly to let out a roar of approval when it saw its prey neatly tied up and stripped down for it.
It would have been interesting to see exactly what it intended. It was supposed that it wanted vampires either to feast upon, copulate with or lay eggs in but as no cla'lnyrthngl on record had lived long enough to carry out its evil endeavour no-one really knew.
Xander briefly reflected that only a few years ago he would have asked for enchanted chains to bind Spike so as he could see what would happen. Now, of course, the two were friends; there was no denying it anymore. And it was also becoming more and more difficult to deny that there was more than just buddy-friendship growing between them. Willow hadn't needed to gay him up - he was doing it all by himself; and, hey, demon!
The cla'lnyrthngl stood in front of Spike, its pleasant grass-like smell in contrast with its unpleasant looks. The clattering came again, almost deafeningly loud in such close quarters, and then it stepped right up close. Just as serrated, chitinous claws touched the vampires shoulders, Xander crept up and, swinging from the hip brought the axe across and hit the spot just right. The cla'lnyrthngl sagged, gave a wheezy, almost human sigh, and collapsed dead at Xander's feet. Just to make sure he prodded its thorax with his toe
"Christ, Xander, how many times do you have to be told not to prod at something that may not be dead yet, with parts of your own body?"
"Oh, it's dead okay. Funny, from the pictures I saw I somehow expected their shoulders to be where ours are, not hinged onto the stomach. Must give it a good downward reach. Maybe they're very tidy demons and always pick up their litter."
"Yeah, the Wombles' demonic cousins. Get that thing out of my way and hand me my jacket."
Spike started to pull at the ropes holding him.
"Here, I'll untie the rope for you - that way we can use it again."
"Oh God, now I definitely feel a chorus coming on."
"Huh?"
"You really want me to sing it?"
"No, I really want to know what the heck you're talking about. I think. Come to think of it even more, I think I don't really want to know."
Spike was feeling in a silly mood, stripped and hanging from ropes and playing the rescued victim to Xander's white knight. He started singing:
'Underground, overground, Cla'lnyrthngling free,
The Cla'lnyrthngls of Wimbledon Common are we.
Making good use of the things that we find,
Things that the everyday folk leave behind.'
Okay, so it's supposed to be Wombles and Wombling - scans better - but you get the idea."
Xander had his mouth open and was slowly shaking his head in denial of getting the idea and of what he'd just heard.
"It was a children's show back a while. Dru loved it and had us wandering all over Wimbledom Common looking for the furry little buggers. If I never see bloody Wimbledom Common again during my entire un-death it will be too soon."
Xander remained mute, mouth agape.
An evil idea was growing in Spike's mind. He could tell that Xander's long-denied sexual attraction to him was fast coming to the surface. He also knew that in all his other sexual encounters it had been his partner who had come on strong and Xander had gone along, never yet knowing what it was like to be the initiator. "You keep on standing there, looking at me like that with your mouth open I'm going to start thinking that you got designs on what you barely left covered up down here." Spike thrust his hips. "Though even if you wanted it I doubt you've got the knackers to go for it."
Xander frowned, worked out "knackers" from previous conversations. His eyes widened to match his mouth, wondering at Spike's offering such a challenge. His mouth shut and his lips and eyes narrowed as he made up his mind and, pushing aside the corpse of the cicada demon stepped up, close and personal to Spike. "Oh, I've got the knackers, alright. But do I want to do it." His eyes were now wandering up and down Spike's torso and he saw the twitch of interest that increased the field of observation to a truly fascinating extent. "Hmm, now you've come out to play it would seem impolite not to join in."
Spike's hands tightened around the loops of rope holding him and Xander looked up and laughed harshly, (thank God he's not got a moustache to twirl, thought Spike) "And as you're like all tied up and not able to escape you'd have to just stand there and take it. And you'd enjoy it, wouldn't you?"
Bingo! Spike smothered a victorious grin with a snarl and ferocious scowl but Xander, love him, was back to paying attention to Spike's nether regions and totally ignored him. Wonderful boy, bless him; go on Harris, go for it.
Harris went for it, opening the remaining buttons which made Spike's escaped cock much more comfortable and eager-looking. Spike's trousers fell down, pooling at his feet so that Xander now had a wide field of play. So play he did: with Spike's cock and foreskin, his balls - which were definitely up to match standard - and, as he finally wrapped his mouth around Spike's cock, all the while pressing and stroking and pulling at his balls, he also slid a wettened finger inside Spike's hole and pressed and stroked and pushed until he found the sweet spot and Spike snarled again, this time in ecstasy and filled Xander's mouth as his climax pulsed again and again.
Xander in the meantime, dirty boy, had been playing with himself and came moments before Spike, his panting breath adding that last little incentive to Spike's own orgasm.
Result! Spike watched as Xander slid away from him and knelt on all fours, barely holding himself upright and, with a unconsidered twitch of his wrists he freed himself and knelt down alongside him. "You've done that before, haven't you?"
"I swore never to tell a soul in Sunnydale and that now includes you."
"And I suppose that's not all you've done?"
Xander mimed zipping his mouth shut but smiled in a certain way and wiggled his eyebrows then his bum.
Spike's smile was even broader; after all, with Xander in such an inviting position, there had to be plenty else they could do before they went home.
Fin
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I wrote it all in one go this morning and felt exhausted. Talk about being out of practice with writing!
MAKING GOOD USE
"Xander, no-one is going to believe that these ropes are going to hold a vampire. You know and I know that I could snap them just by flexing and Big Bad and Ugly is certainly going to know."
"Big Bad and Ugly is also very, very stupid. I'm surprised you and his kind haven't met up before what with so much in common going on."
Spike cocked an eyebrow and looked dangerous.
"Big and bad and evil, I mean. Lots in common." He finished fixing the final rope to his satisfaction and stood back to admire his work. "Hey, that looks good. You're, like, so preyish. The victim looks really suits you did you know that?"
"Yeah, I had Dru and Anglelus constantly reminding me in an assortment of uncomfortable ways. You, I am afraid are beginning to remind me of them in a rather frightening way."
"Ah! That reminds me. The perfect tied-up victim has to be shirtless. When did you last see someone strung up waiting for the baddy to return who was still wearing his shirt?" He dug Spikes own knife out of Spike's own boot and, grabbing a fistful of T-shirt proceeded to cut it until only tatters remained and none of them still on Spike.
The victimised vampire eyed his co-fighter balefully. "I don't suppose you'd feel guilty if I were to tell you that that was my favourite T-shirt?" There was a pause, "Well?"
"So, are you going to tell me that was your favourite T-shirt?"
"Yes, damn it. I'm telling you that was my favourite T-shirt!"
"Then no, I'm not going to feel guilty cos you've got another eleven exactly like it. I was with Dawn when she bought them for you."
Spike didn't bother to reply but made it clear that he was sulking.
Xander was still regarding him critically, "You know, I was watching a re-run of the Man from U.N.C.L.E. the other day and Illya was like hanging from his wrists by chains and they'd stripped him down to his underwear: no shirt; no pants. I think he still had his socks and shoes though. Strange."
"You are not cutting these trousers off me - they were from Dawn too, and she'd kill you and me if you ruined them.."
"Hmm. Okaaaay, just slacken them off a little here." He flicked open a few buttons, and blinked. "I thought Dawn bought you underwear, too."
"She did. So?"
Xander wisely backed down, "Well I guess very few men get to buy their own underwear but it's their free choice when or whether to wear them."
A loud clattering was heard from the floor above and a strange sharp, vegetative smell came pouring into the basement.
"Hell's bells, is it knocking down walls to get here?"
"It may well be - big and mean and stupid - but the Cla'lnyrthngl have a chitinous outer skin which acts as an armour. They rub their fore-arms together, in the style of cicadas and crickets, which makes a loud clattering noise and seems to be a primitive war cry." Said very confidently but obviously quoting directly.
"Yeah? And it's got four arms as well! Millwall supporters could do with a mascot or two like that. And you remembered all that about them? I'm impressed, Harris. Now go and hide and get ready to hit it on the lump of purple flesh protruding between its shoulder blades."
Xander gave him a look, that told Spike all he needed to know about vampires who pretended to be ignorant of the nasty they were chasing, and then hid behind a stack of boxes - axe held firmly in both hands.
The cla'lnyrthngl came blundering down the stairs, tempted by the scent of vampire and stopped only briefly to let out a roar of approval when it saw its prey neatly tied up and stripped down for it.
It would have been interesting to see exactly what it intended. It was supposed that it wanted vampires either to feast upon, copulate with or lay eggs in but as no cla'lnyrthngl on record had lived long enough to carry out its evil endeavour no-one really knew.
Xander briefly reflected that only a few years ago he would have asked for enchanted chains to bind Spike so as he could see what would happen. Now, of course, the two were friends; there was no denying it anymore. And it was also becoming more and more difficult to deny that there was more than just buddy-friendship growing between them. Willow hadn't needed to gay him up - he was doing it all by himself; and, hey, demon!
The cla'lnyrthngl stood in front of Spike, its pleasant grass-like smell in contrast with its unpleasant looks. The clattering came again, almost deafeningly loud in such close quarters, and then it stepped right up close. Just as serrated, chitinous claws touched the vampires shoulders, Xander crept up and, swinging from the hip brought the axe across and hit the spot just right. The cla'lnyrthngl sagged, gave a wheezy, almost human sigh, and collapsed dead at Xander's feet. Just to make sure he prodded its thorax with his toe
"Christ, Xander, how many times do you have to be told not to prod at something that may not be dead yet, with parts of your own body?"
"Oh, it's dead okay. Funny, from the pictures I saw I somehow expected their shoulders to be where ours are, not hinged onto the stomach. Must give it a good downward reach. Maybe they're very tidy demons and always pick up their litter."
"Yeah, the Wombles' demonic cousins. Get that thing out of my way and hand me my jacket."
Spike started to pull at the ropes holding him.
"Here, I'll untie the rope for you - that way we can use it again."
"Oh God, now I definitely feel a chorus coming on."
"Huh?"
"You really want me to sing it?"
"No, I really want to know what the heck you're talking about. I think. Come to think of it even more, I think I don't really want to know."
Spike was feeling in a silly mood, stripped and hanging from ropes and playing the rescued victim to Xander's white knight. He started singing:
'Underground, overground, Cla'lnyrthngling free,
The Cla'lnyrthngls of Wimbledon Common are we.
Making good use of the things that we find,
Things that the everyday folk leave behind.'
Okay, so it's supposed to be Wombles and Wombling - scans better - but you get the idea."
Xander had his mouth open and was slowly shaking his head in denial of getting the idea and of what he'd just heard.
"It was a children's show back a while. Dru loved it and had us wandering all over Wimbledom Common looking for the furry little buggers. If I never see bloody Wimbledom Common again during my entire un-death it will be too soon."
Xander remained mute, mouth agape.
An evil idea was growing in Spike's mind. He could tell that Xander's long-denied sexual attraction to him was fast coming to the surface. He also knew that in all his other sexual encounters it had been his partner who had come on strong and Xander had gone along, never yet knowing what it was like to be the initiator. "You keep on standing there, looking at me like that with your mouth open I'm going to start thinking that you got designs on what you barely left covered up down here." Spike thrust his hips. "Though even if you wanted it I doubt you've got the knackers to go for it."
Xander frowned, worked out "knackers" from previous conversations. His eyes widened to match his mouth, wondering at Spike's offering such a challenge. His mouth shut and his lips and eyes narrowed as he made up his mind and, pushing aside the corpse of the cicada demon stepped up, close and personal to Spike. "Oh, I've got the knackers, alright. But do I want to do it." His eyes were now wandering up and down Spike's torso and he saw the twitch of interest that increased the field of observation to a truly fascinating extent. "Hmm, now you've come out to play it would seem impolite not to join in."
Spike's hands tightened around the loops of rope holding him and Xander looked up and laughed harshly, (thank God he's not got a moustache to twirl, thought Spike) "And as you're like all tied up and not able to escape you'd have to just stand there and take it. And you'd enjoy it, wouldn't you?"
Bingo! Spike smothered a victorious grin with a snarl and ferocious scowl but Xander, love him, was back to paying attention to Spike's nether regions and totally ignored him. Wonderful boy, bless him; go on Harris, go for it.
Harris went for it, opening the remaining buttons which made Spike's escaped cock much more comfortable and eager-looking. Spike's trousers fell down, pooling at his feet so that Xander now had a wide field of play. So play he did: with Spike's cock and foreskin, his balls - which were definitely up to match standard - and, as he finally wrapped his mouth around Spike's cock, all the while pressing and stroking and pulling at his balls, he also slid a wettened finger inside Spike's hole and pressed and stroked and pushed until he found the sweet spot and Spike snarled again, this time in ecstasy and filled Xander's mouth as his climax pulsed again and again.
Xander in the meantime, dirty boy, had been playing with himself and came moments before Spike, his panting breath adding that last little incentive to Spike's own orgasm.
Result! Spike watched as Xander slid away from him and knelt on all fours, barely holding himself upright and, with a unconsidered twitch of his wrists he freed himself and knelt down alongside him. "You've done that before, haven't you?"
"I swore never to tell a soul in Sunnydale and that now includes you."
"And I suppose that's not all you've done?"
Xander mimed zipping his mouth shut but smiled in a certain way and wiggled his eyebrows then his bum.
Spike's smile was even broader; after all, with Xander in such an inviting position, there had to be plenty else they could do before they went home.
Fin