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 Seventh

Happy Birthday, Jenna.

Xander tried to look interested while Willow, Tara, Buffy and Giles discussed the best way to defeat some weird snot demon. He really didn't care if it took the eyes of seven immature newts and a pinch of rosemary or the testicles of thirteen albino frogs mixed with a cup of goat piss, so long as the demon got dead and he could go home and screw Spike. Work had been boring and now, instead of being where he wanted to be--which was at home, in his bed, with the vampire--he was stuck listening to Her Slayerness try to figure out the difference between two amphibians.

"Look, Buffy, the frogs are essential to the spell! We know it's a Garrulanthus demon, so the newts won't work!" Willow snapped. "Leave the magic to us, ok?"

Buffy grimaced. "But goat urine?" She whined. "I have to carry around a big bottle of goat urine?"

Tara grinned behind her hand and moved to the counter. She knew that she'd get delegated the job of castrating the frogs; they needed to keep the little things alive for other uses. The blonde glanced around Giles' supplies, searching for the bottle of goat urine she knew should be there. It wasn't, however. No, a small, dark circle stood amongst the dust where the black jar should've been. "Willow?"

"Yeah?" Willow murmured, already making notes about the spell.

"Where's the goat..." Tara said, her voice trailing off. Giles' head swiveled around, looking suspiciously at the shelves behind the counter.

"It is missing," Giles muttered. "Willow, did you 'borrow' the goat urine?"

Willow scowled. "I thought I brought that back!" The little witch bit her lip. "I guess I'll have to go get it at the dorm."

"No," Giles countered. "Someone else will go. You need to work on the rest of the spell."

"I'll do it," Xander offered happily. "Grabbing bottles of cloven-hoofed animal pee is right up my alley."

Buffy looked askance at him, but Giles just nodded. "Indeed," The Watcher murmured, "Such a task requires no real skill. Do not get any on your skin or clothes, however. It is quite... pungent."

Xander bit back a reply to the barb and practically ran out the door, catching Willow's keys when she pitched them to him. He hated it when Giles, or anyone, pointed out how damned useless he was, but the urge to get away from the shop won out over the desire to defend his mediocrity. The young man made his way to campus, one eye always on the lookout for nasties. At least Giles hadn't made him take Buffy along for protection; the older man was beginning to ease up a bit about that particular issue. Of course, if Spike was around, Giles would've insisted that the vampire go. Xander's 'need' for protection was quite often an excuse to rid the shop of the blonde. Xander was offended by the purpose, but couldn't help but like the result: time alone with Spike--time that almost always meant sex. Lots of sex.

"Running errands for the witch?"

"Gah!" Xander squeaked, jumping, as Spike fell into step beside him. They were right in front of Willow's dorm. The vampire steadied Xander and held the side door open for him. "What are you--"

"Out for a stroll and saw you," Spike answered. It was partly true; he'd been out looking for a fight when he'd caught Xander's scent on a breeze. It hadn't been difficult to find the boy, who was plowing his way through a herd of students towards the redhead's dorm building.

"Fight anything?" Xander asked as they approached Willow's room. "I'm just here for goat pee."

"Not yet. Garrulanthus demon?" Spike inquired. "Heard there was one in town." He also knew that the foul liquid was as necessary as frog testicles to kill said demon.

"Yeap," Xander murmured. He opened Willow's dorm room and slipped inside, Spike following right behind. Apparently the witch hadn't bothered to ever cast a de-invite spell on her room to keep Spike out.

Spike flipped on the light and looked around. The room reeked of Tara and Willow together, along with all sorts of magickal herbs and... things. He spotted a video camera on a tripod and went to investigate, punching buttons randomly. "Black bottle next to the blue and white lace bra," The vampire told Xander, who was searching through Willow's magickal supplies. Xander gingerly lifted the undergarment off a row of bottles and picked up the black one, trying hard not to uncork it.

"You know, you probably shouldn't be messing with that," Xander said as he saw what Spike was doing. "I'll bet that's for some class project of Willow's, and you know what she can do when she gets mad. If you break it..."

Spike straightened up from behind the camera and smirked. "Right." He walked over to Xander, eyeing the bottle. "You don't want to break that. Foul stuff."

"I know," Xander murmured, holding the bottle tightly. Spike reached out for it and set the thing aside, safely away on Willow's desk. "Something wrong?" Xander asked as Spike frowned.

"Yeah," Spike replied, reaching for Xander's coat. The brunette struggled a bit as Spike began to undress him.

"Er, this isn't a good place," Xander began, glancing around. "Hello? Spike? Girls' dorm room. Willow's dorm room. Lesbian dorm room. We'll be so very dead. Can't we go into the hall, at least?"

Spike ignored Xander completely. He was horny, Xander was here, and that was that. "I wanna fuck you," The vampire hissed as he unzipped Xander's jeans. The boy shivered violently before attempting to re-clothe himself.

"Spike," Xander began, thoroughly distracted by the blonde's cool hands twisting him around. He found himself bent over, hands on the bed and legs spread. His jeans bound him at the ankles and those deadly fingers were already slick and slippery at his entrance before he found his voice again. "I--"

"An' I'm gonna fuck you," The vampire continued, as though Xander hadn't even tried to protest. "Hard, too, 'til you're screaming for it," He said, thrusting two fingers deep inside Xander's body.

"Aahhh..." Xander moaned, pushing back. He tried very hard to make his mouth form certain words, ones that would make Spike stop. His body wasn't paying one damned bit of attention, however. No, it was focused on Spike, on how aroused the vampire made him--and on how much better he'd be feeling as soon as that hard, cold cock was pounding into his prostate, splitting him open.

"Yeah, you want it," Spike growled, opening his jeans. He slicked his cock and pressed the drooling head against Xander's hole. "Don't you, Xander? You want it so bad. Want me to shove it in you, shoot you full." Xander groaned and tried to impale himself, but Spike just laughed and shifted back, keeping a firm grip on the boy's hips. "Say it, Xander. Tell me how bad you need me to bugger you. I wanna hear you beg for it, beg for my cock."

Xander's eyes crossed. Spike's voice, sibilant and cruel, was as always turning him on so much he was nearly ready to come. The only thing he needed was for Spike to just fuck him already. "You're the one who should be begging," The boy said in a truly surprising display of coherence. "'Cause you want my ass so bad you can't keep your hands off it. Five minutes together and you've got half your hand inside me. Come on, Spike. You think I'm the one that's gonna beg?"

Spike growled, shifting into gameface. He rubbed the head of his cock along Xander's hole, teasing the boy. "'M not begging for your bloody arse, pet," He snarled. "I don't beg."

Xander snorted. "Riiight. You *never* beg. 'What was it you said that one time? Xander, please. Xander'--" The brunette was cut off as Spike lunged forward, not stopping until he was seated to the hilt inside the boy's body. A long, low wail was torn out of Xander's throat as the swollen head of Spike's erection pushed against his prostate again and again. Spike rocked back and forth, working Xander roughly.

"You like that, don't you?" Spike muttered as one hand drifted down to fist Xander's aching cock. "You like my cock inside you, filling you with my cum. Sweet arse it is, too. Almost as sweet as your mouth." The vampire punctuated his crude language with deep, fast thrusts, also working the boy's erection with unforgiving force.

Xander screamed as he came, jerking into Spike's hand and clamping down on the vampire's cock. Spike froze as ecstasy caught him off-guard. He'd been so focused on bringing Xander off that he'd not realized how close he was. It didn't matter, though, not when he was buried so deep in his boy's hot, tight body.

Xander slumped to the floor as Spike eased out of him and stood up. The brunette watched from below as Spike cleaned off his hand, slurping the boy's leavings with gusto. "Might wanna get dressed, pet," Spike told Xander. "Witch is waiting for her piss."

"Gods," Xander swore, standing up. He zipped his jeans and shoved his arms through first his shirt and then his jacket. "Come on; you can't stay here." Spike zipped up and followed Xander back outside, still hazy and happy from their recent fucking. Xander stopped him just as they got to the main doors. The blonde yipped when Xander hit him none too gently on the ass. "Seven," Xander said firmly. "And you're so going to pay for that."

Spike melted into the shadows as Xander headed for the shop. He sure hoped he was going to pay. And pay, and pay, and pay...

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