Night Of Nights

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Night of Nights

Sajinn

No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.

The Fourteenth

Happy Birthday, Charles de Gaulle.

Xander pitched his damp bath towel onto the floor and reached into his closet. In the very back, behind all the garish shirts and baggy trousers, was a garment bag. Inside the bag was something very special, something that no one knew Xander owned.

As soon as Xander unzipped the bag, the aroma of leather filled the room. He was glad he'd had the stuff cleaned up just last week; now that he'd actually convinced himself this was a good idea, having the gear in good shape was a major plus. "Aw, shit," Xander cursed, glancing down at himself. This would never do. When he'd danced in this outfit, he'd been...prepped. Now it was all wrong. Glancing at the clock, Xander saw that he had plenty of time, though, so back to the bathroom he went.

All the while, the young man worried, hoped and prayed that Spike would like what he had planned.

•••

"Xander?" Spike called out as he walked into the apartment. He'd fully expected the boy to be waiting for him by the door, as he'd done every other time Spike had arrived on non-patrol days. Tonight, though, he saw no one. The apartment was silent. "Where are you?"

"Over here," Xander murmured, striding out of the bedroom. "Ready to go?"

"We're going somewhere?" Spike asked. He peered into the darkness of the apartment. Something was...different about Xander. "Where?"

Xander shrugged and came up to rest next to Spike near the door. "Just a club I like," He demurred. "Ready?"

Spike nodded. It was all he could do. After all, his mind was gone. Shot. Utterly annihilated.

Xander was wearing leather.

Slick, buttery black leather was practically painted on his boy, from neck to toe. Every muscle stood out in sharp relief. Spike managed to catch hold of the thought that told him Xander must've used some sort of slick to even get into that outfit. It was... oh, it was glorious. Spike nearly came on the spot.

"So, can we go?" Xander asked, smirking. He wondered what Spike's reaction would be to the eyeliner... if he ever got those blue eyes to look above his waist. At the moment, Spike was rather...focused on Xander's groin. Xander couldn't blame him; after all these pants were made to accentuate a guy's attributes. They could make a eunuch look well-hung.

Another nod told Xander that he was going to have to lead Spike outside, so he did. By the time they got to the car, however, Spike had gotten a hold of himself. "Nice kit, luv. Where've you been hiding that?"

"In the closet," Xander murmured, amused. "Right next to my unconscious homosexual tendencies."

"Did some cleaning?" Spike flirted as Xander drove them through town.

"Something like that, yeah," Xander replied. "Here we are."

"The Absinthe Room?" Spike read. "Xander, do you know--"

"Yes, I know what this place is. I just thought you'd like it," Xander replied.

Spike nodded. Indeed, he did like the Absinthe Room; it was one of the few places in town where he felt comfortable. The doorman nodded at the blonde as Spike and Xander entered. The interior was lush and dark, done up in mahogany and burgundy velvet. Pounding industrial music clashed with the décor; however the heady scent of sex and alcohol tied them together quite nicely. Spike hardened even further at the thought of Xander in this place.

As soon as they got past the main entrance, Xander stopped. Spike almost ran into him before realizing the boy wasn't moving. "Xander?"

Xander glanced at Spike, holding out one hand. Spike reached over, taking the proffered item. He found that he'd been given a chain. A very heavy, thick chain. As soon as he'd taken it, Xander assumed a submissive stance in front of him. Head bowed, arms clasped behind his back, legs spread. Spike nearly came from that alone. After a moment of simply appreciating the sight, Spike looped the chain and draped it over Xander's neck. A soft tug had the boy upright and standing a step behind and to the side of Spike, like an obedient slave should.

Spike wondered what had prompted this; he'd never imagined that Xander would want to do anything this... obvious. This wasn't playful stuff in the bedroom, all silk ties and teasing. This was real, almost frighteningly so. Spike's mind was flying; he was in control, on top. The chip was meaningless; he had a willing slave at his side.

The first stop was the bar, where Spike ordered a whisky for himself and a glass of ice water for Xander. Once Xander had both drinks in hand, Spike led them to a couch that was in a recess along one wall. "Sit," Spike ordered as he sank down onto soft velvet cushions. Xander set the drinks on a side table and fell to his knees, hands on his thighs and head down.

Spike sipped his whisky, studying Xander from beneath sooty lashes. Oh, the boy looked so good like this, at his feet. Acres of hot skin and hotter leather... pheromones rising. Spike had stopped worrying about Xander when he'd realized just how aroused the boy was. Yeah, Xander wanted this. "Come here," Spike hissed, parting his legs. Xander shuffled in between them, head still bowed down. Now the brunette was staring right at Spike's cock.

"Take me out," Spike ordered, shifting down slightly to give Xander access. The boy's hands came up to unfasten Spike's jeans and peel them back enough to free the vampire's cock. Once that was done, Xander's hands fell back to his own thighs, waiting. Spike could feel the young man's gaze on his erection, burning into his dead flesh. He knew what he wanted, and knew that Xander knew what was going to happen next. Waiting was... worthwhile, though. Instead of saying anything, Spike raised one hand to guide Xander's head down to his crotch.

Xander's eyes slid closed as the head of Spike's cock bumped against his lips. He dropped his jaw and let that exquisite flesh fill his mouth, sinking down until the glans rubbed the back of his throat. Spike groaned and let his hand rest on Xander's head, not pushing or directing, just...there, like a reassuring presence. Xander swallowed a few times, letting the flavor of Spike's precome fill his senses.

Spike let his head rest on the back of the couch, drink balanced in one hand, as Xander serviced him. More than the boy's liquid-hot mouth was blowing his mind. Oh, he'd seen glimmers of Xander's... kinks before, but this? Never one to complain about a good thing, Spike pushed such thoughts away and let himself enjoy his boy's ministrations. And such lovely things the lad could do! Even with his hands out of play, Xander was perfect; tight mouth holding him in, slick tongue pressing and probing, and the suction...ooohhhh, that was...

"He's well-trained."

Spike looked up at the newcomer. A tall, leather-and-silk clad gentleman was watching Xander and Spike. "That he is, mate," Spike replied, smiling seductively.

"Do you share?" The man inquired. Spike felt Xander shiver and pause. It didn’t take Spike but a moment to figure out that while the man's presence aroused Xander, the idea of being shared did not.

"No," Spike said flatly, letting just enough demon into his voice to make sure the man took him seriously. "This one's mine."

"He's certainly a fine specimen," The other man said, admiration and regret obvious in his voice. "If you ever tire of him..."

"I won't," Spike promised. The man nodded and moved off, taking a seat where he could watch the two. Spike noticed that they'd drawn several admirers. And why shouldn't they? After all, they were a striking pair.

Xander resumed his steady, relentless suckling after the man left. He was shaking from arousal; knowing that there were people watching him, wanting this, was going to be the death of Xander. A slight tugging told the young man that Spike had taken up the chain around his neck. "Harder," Spike whispered. He couldn't take his eyes off of Xander, couldn't not watch as those red lips engulfed his pale shaft. Xander looked so damned happy like that, smiling around his cock. There wasn't even the faintest trace of fear there, just arousal. Arousal and submission. It was overpowering; Spike was thrilled beyond belief.

A quick glance around the room told Spike that both he and Xander were greatly envied. The doms were all glaring at him, all wanting Xander at their feet. The subs couldn't not stare at the angular, dangerous beauty of Spike, who oozed power and control. He was going to have to think up something very special for Xander to pay him back for this.

Xander felt Spike's cock harden and swell; the vampire was very close. The young man slid the blonde's cock deep into his throat and swallowed convulsively, milking Spike of his climax. Cold, thick seed hit the back of his throat and ran down into his stomach, some of it flooding his mouth. Xander slowly stopped moving, leaving his head in Spike's lap, cradling the vampire's now-softening cock in his mouth.

Spike let the last vestiges of his orgasm filter through his body before pulling Xander's head up. He bent down and pressed a feathery kiss to Xander's swollen lips. The boy was smiling softly, eyes glistening and joyful. "Fourteen," Xander mouthed, not daring to actually speak.

"Mmm," Spike hummed, grinning happily. "Yes, it was, and very good at that. In fact, I do believe you've earned yourself a... reward."

Xander's eyes were as big as saucers. "I have?" He whispered.

"Yes," Spike said, smile still gentle and warm. "Let me think..."

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