FIC: Naughty Nick and the Evil Elf (4/6)-- NC-17 overall-- Spilliam/X
Blah-blah in part 1. *grins*
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PART 4
“What now?” Spike demanded, giving his brother a glare when he saw William’s blue eyes jumping back and forth around the apartment rather than focusing on their new toy. “Tell me you’re not goin’ ta brood like soddin’ Angel because I’d have ta beat you senseless, mate.”
Will snorted softly. “I am rather certain that you know me better than that, dearest. I was merely wondering about yon boy’s lack of celebration. From what you’ve said in past, I was under the impression that this was his favourite time of the year… indeed, for all of the ‘Scooby Gang’. And yet observe, beloved.”
He gestured at the bare walls, the lack of even a wreath to celebrate the season. “Perhaps it is a good thing that we stumbled upon him. Surely our… attentions,” he continued with a smirk, “will renew his joy, yes?”
“Don’t much care either way,” Spike answered, unbuckling the wide black belt and dropping it to the floor. “Bloke doesn’t ever have ta like it, far as I’m concerned, yah? Just another day for him is bloody well fine with me. Not like it matters, yah? Just goin’ ta get a bit of m’own back, aren’t I?”
An unscarred brow rose as William tossed his annoyingly cute hat across the room and unfastened the purely ‘decorative’ red belt around his hips. “Sadly for our young ‘friend’, beloved, he will likely be ruined for all other… beings by the time we’ve finished with him. And speaking of which, perhaps we should take a closer look at our special surprise…”
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The brunette shifted slightly as cool air flowed over skin that had recently been covered.
His brow furrowed and he mumbled sleepily, only to relax as he was soothed by oddly gentle hands and soft murmurs.
‘Not Anya,’ he thought blearily-and with an odd sort of relief-before drifting fully back into slumber once more.
The hands and gentling words were so effective, in fact, that Xander didn’t even notice when he was carefully moved on the couch, his body reclining comfortably on the soft cushions.
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It was the smears of semen on the boy’s tanned, toned stomach that had William moving the television closer.
He flashed his brother a smirk before retrieving the remote from the floor and squeezing himself under the brunette’s feet while Spike gently lifted the boy’s head and sat, shaggy hair spreading across his lap.
“I do believe it might be nice to see exactly what our boy found so exciting, dearest, “ he chuckled, pressing the ‘play’ button with obvious glee.
A matching smirk crossed Spike’s lips and he stroked his fingers lightly over Xander’s heated skin. “Might even be summat we can act out, pet. ‘Course, I don’t have any doubt ‘bout that bein’ your plan.”
“Indeed…”
Two pairs of gold-tinged blue eyes met with a good bit of desire… desire which only grew as those gazes were drawn quickly to the grunting, moaning bodies on the television screen.
“Bloody hell,” two voices moaned quietly.
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“He’s rather more relaxed than I would have expected, dearest,” William muttered as he pressed one finger slowly against the boy’s little pucker. “Quite a bit so, in fact,” he added on a groan as that hole slowly spread to accommodate his digit. “Perhaps, in conjunction with the film, he is… more experienced with males than you had thought?”
The woven rayon throw had lived up to its name and was currently residing on the floor a good few feet away. Some careful manipulation had shifted the brunette a bit more until now he had one leg bent with the ankle propped on the back of the couch while the other foot rested on the coffee table, leaving tanned skin and muscles spread out for the viewing pleasure of the two vampires.
Not that either of them had been willing to stop at just viewing, of course, which explained how William was slowly exploring the inner secrets of one Xander Harris.
Spike nearly growled, barely keeping his own fingers from pinching the young human’s nipples roughly instead of simply rolling and tweaking them softly enough to have them in hard little peaks without making the bloke wake up from his booze-induced nap.
“Been around th’ git just about every soddin’ day since th’ bloody chip, haven’t I?” he grumbled, eyes locked on his brother’s motions and the apparent ease of them. “Would have smelled it if’n he’d been out shaggin’ about with random blokes, I would. An’…” He inhaled deeply before smirking just a bit. “Can still smell traces of th’ demon bint, even with her leavin’ ages ago, yah? Would know if he’d been bringin’ anyone else here, chit or bloke or bloody one-eyed goat!”
Of course, that made him wonder about a couple of things, not the least of which was… “don’t s’pose you brought any lube, luv…”
William groaned, his eyes closing in dismay. “Didn’t you, brother? As I recall, you’ve been fond of being prepared ever since I brought you that boy scout a few months ago…”
A snort. “Eagle Scout, more like. Musta been twenty if he was a day, Will. An’ you know I didn’t have any bloody pockets in that great red and white target of a suit…”
The darker blond pouted, pursing his lips in exactly the manner his twin used so often and to such great effect. “But dearest,” he said, putting a small touch of pleading into his voice, “you know the lad. And if he has in fact been single for as long as you believe, should there not be some sort of ungent or potion about to assist in his… self-pleasuring?”
Spike’s eyes darted from William’s mouth to the long, elegant finger that was slowly working its way in and out of the toned, suntanned body; then back again. “Bloody hell,” he grunted, slowly easing himself from beneath the boy’s head and pouting himself at the loss of heat against his hard shaft. “Right, then. Just goin’ ta check th’ bedroom, yah? Don’t wake him up, Will. Can’t have him comin’ ta his senses before we’re buried balls deep in both his temptin’ holes, right?”
A full smirk split William’s face even as he slowed his motions, deliberately avoiding the small nub he knew was right there at his fingertip. His free hand wrapped deliberately around his own cock and he stroked it just once before gathering the small dribbles of fluid and coating himself with his own brand of slick.
“Do try not to be long about it, beloved. Nobody has ever accused either of us of being terribly patient, yes?”
Another soft growl and Spike was through the open doorway and rummaging about in the drawers of the bedside tables.
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It wasn’t until the bedroom and bathroom had both yielded nothing much that Spike even thought about the most obvious place in the world, and when he fell to his knees and reached under the bed, he nearly crowed at feeling the hard edge of a long, shallow box.
A moment or two later-after pulling it out and opening it-he found himself biting his lip to keep from laughing so loud it would likely wake the dead, not to mention the drunken human.
“Nipple clamps,” he muttered to himself, although he was certain William would hear as well, “Riding crop… assorted butt plugs…” He lifted one and blinked at the size before noticing the still-unused shine to it. “Dildos… bloody hell, this must be Anya’s cache. Doubt th’ boy would be needin’ a harness for a strap-on.”
Finally, he did crow, but very quietly, because under the tangled straps he found a small bottle of Astroglide. Barely used, it seemed, although he had a suspicion there had been other containers emptied in the past.
He held it in one hand and the smallish tub of Vaseline in the other as he stalked back into the living room. “Think we’re set, Will. An’ th’ boy’s still a virgin in every way that matters, yah? Was th’ bint what opened him up before. Willin’ ta bet on that much, I am,” he smirked.
William rolled his eyes and let go of his own cock. “Yes, because betting has stood you in such good stead of late, hmmm…?”
A shrug and Spike was standing in front of his brother, the available offerings in his hands. “Wouldn’t be here now if’n I hadn’t lost, would we, mate?”
And actually, that was a very good point. William wouldn’t likely admit it yet, but… it was a very good point.
Instead, he leaned forward, licking a long, slow trail up his twin’s rampant erection, tongue dipping into the tiny slit exposed by the pulled-back foreskin.
“Lubrication,” he murmured a moment later, chuckling when Spike growled. “Come, dearest. I believe we wished to sample this… delicious-looking treat. It would please me greatly to swallow you down, but I had thought you wished to spend yourself within our toy, yes?”
As much as Spike hated it when William was right, in this case he was willing to overlook it. “Yah… yah,” he murmured, kneeling on the floor between the human’s splayed legs, his knees between his brother’s feet.
He opened the jar of Vaseline first and dipped a finger in before offering the same container to Will, setting the astroglide aside for later. “Share an’ share alike, luv.”
William smirked and pulled his probing digit from the boy’s rear. He hit the play button on the remote again before coating his own finger generously and slowly returning it to its previous location.
Spike’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched his brother slowly rubbing the slick ointment around the boy’s hole and he swallowed hard as he watched just the tip of that long finger press against the pinkened opening. “Bloody hell,” he whispered when Xander Harris’s body accepted it without even the small quiver he was sure had been there when Will was piercing the boy without lubrication.
His own well-greased finger slid around his brother’s penetrating digit, stroking the slightly stretched ring with small increments of pressure and finally he pressed inside as well, carefully. “Oh, bloody… fuckin’… Gods…” he groaned, the heat alone stunning him.
“Yes,” William nearly panted, pulling back as Spike slid deeper, “he is going to feel like a dream, beloved… a dream we will share until we can’t possibly have him again without bursting into flame.”
A wordless moan was the only answer Spike could give in that moment… and instants later found him pulling out of that hot, tight ass to dip into the pot of petroleum jelly again.
Two fingers joined William’s one, stretching slowly and carefully, and when the long, toned, brunette form started rocking on the couch, arching into the soft movements, William echoed his twin’s action.
It was time, they both recognized.
The boy was panting and writhing, but not hard enough to wake yet.
They each had two digits buried deep inside that clenching hole, stretching and teasing; taunting, even, by coming near the boy’s prostate but not touching.
“Bloody hell… goin’ ta feel so good ta sink inta him, luv… just need you ta move, yah?” Spike groaned, his cock hard against his belly and dribbling clear liquid.
William arched a brow and shook his head before glaring at his twin. “And by what mode of insanity do you believe yourself to be having him first, dearest? ‘twas I who entered and discovered what a treasure you’d been ignoring for months. ‘twas I who played the film initially… and ‘twas I who started you on your very successful search for lubricant. It is my right to take him. To feel him tight around me, his human warmth singeing my flesh.”
“Fuck…” a bleary voice came, stumbling and slurring quite a bit, “Someone jus’… do sumth’n’… enuf talk’n’… time f’r some acshun…”
Two sets of golden-blue eyes blinked.
“Now, f’r fucksake… ‘r I’m go’n’ go back t’sleep…”
Spike swallowed hard before letting his eyes leave William’s to trail up golden skin.
He didn’t take his time, but they couldn’t help caressing tight abs, smooth skin and perky-nippled pecs on the way.
Then he got to barely-open and clearly still-drunk eyes.
“One of us is goin’ ta slip between your lips while th’ other’s buggerin’ you, mate. You goin’ ta have a problem with that?” he demanded, because if the answer was yes then he was going to be the one slamming into the bloke’s tight ass and William could fend for himself. They wouldn’t even be there if Spike hadn’t lost that bet, after all.
“Don’ care,” came the mumbled reply. “Jus’ wan’… wha’ev’r… ‘s jus’ a dream, an’way…”
One scarred brow arched even as Spike smirked deeply.
He grinned at William then stood. “Right, mate. You can have this end. Goin’ ta plunder that wide, red mouth first. Switch off for th’ next round, yah?”
Will grinned and pulled his fingers from the boy just as his twin did… and chuckled at the disappointed-sounding moan the human released.
“That is definitely agreeable, beloved,” he murmured, eyes darting back and forth between the Vaseline and the Astroglide before he chose one and slicked himself up. “Brother… would you prefer him as he is or on all fours for this? Either way will do nicely for me, but as you will be sinking your shaft between his lips…”
Spike laughed. “Let’s try it this way first, pet… an’ if’n we want ta, we can always put him on hands an’ knees later, yah?”
“Definitely, dearest,” William agreed, moving a bit until he was kneeling on the couch. He smirked just a bit before shifting sweaty human legs and wrapping them around his waist as he lined himself up and slid quickly home.
Spike laughed again, this time at the sound the boy made as he was filled with William’s cock.
He moved around the coffee table and planted one foot firmly on the rug while he slung the other over the boy’s upper torso, knee finding the couch cushions just beneath the human’s armpit… and when he presented his own needy shaft, letting the dripping tip tap against gasping red lips, he… pushed inside with the next breath, his eyes rolling back at the sheer, blissful wet heat.
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tbc in pt 5.
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PART 4
“What now?” Spike demanded, giving his brother a glare when he saw William’s blue eyes jumping back and forth around the apartment rather than focusing on their new toy. “Tell me you’re not goin’ ta brood like soddin’ Angel because I’d have ta beat you senseless, mate.”
Will snorted softly. “I am rather certain that you know me better than that, dearest. I was merely wondering about yon boy’s lack of celebration. From what you’ve said in past, I was under the impression that this was his favourite time of the year… indeed, for all of the ‘Scooby Gang’. And yet observe, beloved.”
He gestured at the bare walls, the lack of even a wreath to celebrate the season. “Perhaps it is a good thing that we stumbled upon him. Surely our… attentions,” he continued with a smirk, “will renew his joy, yes?”
“Don’t much care either way,” Spike answered, unbuckling the wide black belt and dropping it to the floor. “Bloke doesn’t ever have ta like it, far as I’m concerned, yah? Just another day for him is bloody well fine with me. Not like it matters, yah? Just goin’ ta get a bit of m’own back, aren’t I?”
An unscarred brow rose as William tossed his annoyingly cute hat across the room and unfastened the purely ‘decorative’ red belt around his hips. “Sadly for our young ‘friend’, beloved, he will likely be ruined for all other… beings by the time we’ve finished with him. And speaking of which, perhaps we should take a closer look at our special surprise…”
* * * * *
The brunette shifted slightly as cool air flowed over skin that had recently been covered.
His brow furrowed and he mumbled sleepily, only to relax as he was soothed by oddly gentle hands and soft murmurs.
‘Not Anya,’ he thought blearily-and with an odd sort of relief-before drifting fully back into slumber once more.
The hands and gentling words were so effective, in fact, that Xander didn’t even notice when he was carefully moved on the couch, his body reclining comfortably on the soft cushions.
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It was the smears of semen on the boy’s tanned, toned stomach that had William moving the television closer.
He flashed his brother a smirk before retrieving the remote from the floor and squeezing himself under the brunette’s feet while Spike gently lifted the boy’s head and sat, shaggy hair spreading across his lap.
“I do believe it might be nice to see exactly what our boy found so exciting, dearest, “ he chuckled, pressing the ‘play’ button with obvious glee.
A matching smirk crossed Spike’s lips and he stroked his fingers lightly over Xander’s heated skin. “Might even be summat we can act out, pet. ‘Course, I don’t have any doubt ‘bout that bein’ your plan.”
“Indeed…”
Two pairs of gold-tinged blue eyes met with a good bit of desire… desire which only grew as those gazes were drawn quickly to the grunting, moaning bodies on the television screen.
“Bloody hell,” two voices moaned quietly.
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“He’s rather more relaxed than I would have expected, dearest,” William muttered as he pressed one finger slowly against the boy’s little pucker. “Quite a bit so, in fact,” he added on a groan as that hole slowly spread to accommodate his digit. “Perhaps, in conjunction with the film, he is… more experienced with males than you had thought?”
The woven rayon throw had lived up to its name and was currently residing on the floor a good few feet away. Some careful manipulation had shifted the brunette a bit more until now he had one leg bent with the ankle propped on the back of the couch while the other foot rested on the coffee table, leaving tanned skin and muscles spread out for the viewing pleasure of the two vampires.
Not that either of them had been willing to stop at just viewing, of course, which explained how William was slowly exploring the inner secrets of one Xander Harris.
Spike nearly growled, barely keeping his own fingers from pinching the young human’s nipples roughly instead of simply rolling and tweaking them softly enough to have them in hard little peaks without making the bloke wake up from his booze-induced nap.
“Been around th’ git just about every soddin’ day since th’ bloody chip, haven’t I?” he grumbled, eyes locked on his brother’s motions and the apparent ease of them. “Would have smelled it if’n he’d been out shaggin’ about with random blokes, I would. An’…” He inhaled deeply before smirking just a bit. “Can still smell traces of th’ demon bint, even with her leavin’ ages ago, yah? Would know if he’d been bringin’ anyone else here, chit or bloke or bloody one-eyed goat!”
Of course, that made him wonder about a couple of things, not the least of which was… “don’t s’pose you brought any lube, luv…”
William groaned, his eyes closing in dismay. “Didn’t you, brother? As I recall, you’ve been fond of being prepared ever since I brought you that boy scout a few months ago…”
A snort. “Eagle Scout, more like. Musta been twenty if he was a day, Will. An’ you know I didn’t have any bloody pockets in that great red and white target of a suit…”
The darker blond pouted, pursing his lips in exactly the manner his twin used so often and to such great effect. “But dearest,” he said, putting a small touch of pleading into his voice, “you know the lad. And if he has in fact been single for as long as you believe, should there not be some sort of ungent or potion about to assist in his… self-pleasuring?”
Spike’s eyes darted from William’s mouth to the long, elegant finger that was slowly working its way in and out of the toned, suntanned body; then back again. “Bloody hell,” he grunted, slowly easing himself from beneath the boy’s head and pouting himself at the loss of heat against his hard shaft. “Right, then. Just goin’ ta check th’ bedroom, yah? Don’t wake him up, Will. Can’t have him comin’ ta his senses before we’re buried balls deep in both his temptin’ holes, right?”
A full smirk split William’s face even as he slowed his motions, deliberately avoiding the small nub he knew was right there at his fingertip. His free hand wrapped deliberately around his own cock and he stroked it just once before gathering the small dribbles of fluid and coating himself with his own brand of slick.
“Do try not to be long about it, beloved. Nobody has ever accused either of us of being terribly patient, yes?”
Another soft growl and Spike was through the open doorway and rummaging about in the drawers of the bedside tables.
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It wasn’t until the bedroom and bathroom had both yielded nothing much that Spike even thought about the most obvious place in the world, and when he fell to his knees and reached under the bed, he nearly crowed at feeling the hard edge of a long, shallow box.
A moment or two later-after pulling it out and opening it-he found himself biting his lip to keep from laughing so loud it would likely wake the dead, not to mention the drunken human.
“Nipple clamps,” he muttered to himself, although he was certain William would hear as well, “Riding crop… assorted butt plugs…” He lifted one and blinked at the size before noticing the still-unused shine to it. “Dildos… bloody hell, this must be Anya’s cache. Doubt th’ boy would be needin’ a harness for a strap-on.”
Finally, he did crow, but very quietly, because under the tangled straps he found a small bottle of Astroglide. Barely used, it seemed, although he had a suspicion there had been other containers emptied in the past.
He held it in one hand and the smallish tub of Vaseline in the other as he stalked back into the living room. “Think we’re set, Will. An’ th’ boy’s still a virgin in every way that matters, yah? Was th’ bint what opened him up before. Willin’ ta bet on that much, I am,” he smirked.
William rolled his eyes and let go of his own cock. “Yes, because betting has stood you in such good stead of late, hmmm…?”
A shrug and Spike was standing in front of his brother, the available offerings in his hands. “Wouldn’t be here now if’n I hadn’t lost, would we, mate?”
And actually, that was a very good point. William wouldn’t likely admit it yet, but… it was a very good point.
Instead, he leaned forward, licking a long, slow trail up his twin’s rampant erection, tongue dipping into the tiny slit exposed by the pulled-back foreskin.
“Lubrication,” he murmured a moment later, chuckling when Spike growled. “Come, dearest. I believe we wished to sample this… delicious-looking treat. It would please me greatly to swallow you down, but I had thought you wished to spend yourself within our toy, yes?”
As much as Spike hated it when William was right, in this case he was willing to overlook it. “Yah… yah,” he murmured, kneeling on the floor between the human’s splayed legs, his knees between his brother’s feet.
He opened the jar of Vaseline first and dipped a finger in before offering the same container to Will, setting the astroglide aside for later. “Share an’ share alike, luv.”
William smirked and pulled his probing digit from the boy’s rear. He hit the play button on the remote again before coating his own finger generously and slowly returning it to its previous location.
Spike’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched his brother slowly rubbing the slick ointment around the boy’s hole and he swallowed hard as he watched just the tip of that long finger press against the pinkened opening. “Bloody hell,” he whispered when Xander Harris’s body accepted it without even the small quiver he was sure had been there when Will was piercing the boy without lubrication.
His own well-greased finger slid around his brother’s penetrating digit, stroking the slightly stretched ring with small increments of pressure and finally he pressed inside as well, carefully. “Oh, bloody… fuckin’… Gods…” he groaned, the heat alone stunning him.
“Yes,” William nearly panted, pulling back as Spike slid deeper, “he is going to feel like a dream, beloved… a dream we will share until we can’t possibly have him again without bursting into flame.”
A wordless moan was the only answer Spike could give in that moment… and instants later found him pulling out of that hot, tight ass to dip into the pot of petroleum jelly again.
Two fingers joined William’s one, stretching slowly and carefully, and when the long, toned, brunette form started rocking on the couch, arching into the soft movements, William echoed his twin’s action.
It was time, they both recognized.
The boy was panting and writhing, but not hard enough to wake yet.
They each had two digits buried deep inside that clenching hole, stretching and teasing; taunting, even, by coming near the boy’s prostate but not touching.
“Bloody hell… goin’ ta feel so good ta sink inta him, luv… just need you ta move, yah?” Spike groaned, his cock hard against his belly and dribbling clear liquid.
William arched a brow and shook his head before glaring at his twin. “And by what mode of insanity do you believe yourself to be having him first, dearest? ‘twas I who entered and discovered what a treasure you’d been ignoring for months. ‘twas I who played the film initially… and ‘twas I who started you on your very successful search for lubricant. It is my right to take him. To feel him tight around me, his human warmth singeing my flesh.”
“Fuck…” a bleary voice came, stumbling and slurring quite a bit, “Someone jus’… do sumth’n’… enuf talk’n’… time f’r some acshun…”
Two sets of golden-blue eyes blinked.
“Now, f’r fucksake… ‘r I’m go’n’ go back t’sleep…”
Spike swallowed hard before letting his eyes leave William’s to trail up golden skin.
He didn’t take his time, but they couldn’t help caressing tight abs, smooth skin and perky-nippled pecs on the way.
Then he got to barely-open and clearly still-drunk eyes.
“One of us is goin’ ta slip between your lips while th’ other’s buggerin’ you, mate. You goin’ ta have a problem with that?” he demanded, because if the answer was yes then he was going to be the one slamming into the bloke’s tight ass and William could fend for himself. They wouldn’t even be there if Spike hadn’t lost that bet, after all.
“Don’ care,” came the mumbled reply. “Jus’ wan’… wha’ev’r… ‘s jus’ a dream, an’way…”
One scarred brow arched even as Spike smirked deeply.
He grinned at William then stood. “Right, mate. You can have this end. Goin’ ta plunder that wide, red mouth first. Switch off for th’ next round, yah?”
Will grinned and pulled his fingers from the boy just as his twin did… and chuckled at the disappointed-sounding moan the human released.
“That is definitely agreeable, beloved,” he murmured, eyes darting back and forth between the Vaseline and the Astroglide before he chose one and slicked himself up. “Brother… would you prefer him as he is or on all fours for this? Either way will do nicely for me, but as you will be sinking your shaft between his lips…”
Spike laughed. “Let’s try it this way first, pet… an’ if’n we want ta, we can always put him on hands an’ knees later, yah?”
“Definitely, dearest,” William agreed, moving a bit until he was kneeling on the couch. He smirked just a bit before shifting sweaty human legs and wrapping them around his waist as he lined himself up and slid quickly home.
Spike laughed again, this time at the sound the boy made as he was filled with William’s cock.
He moved around the coffee table and planted one foot firmly on the rug while he slung the other over the boy’s upper torso, knee finding the couch cushions just beneath the human’s armpit… and when he presented his own needy shaft, letting the dripping tip tap against gasping red lips, he… pushed inside with the next breath, his eyes rolling back at the sheer, blissful wet heat.
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tbc in pt 5.