Title: Spike and the Spy
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: X-Files/BTVS crossover
Paring: Spike/Alex
Rating: NC-17
Status: 6/28/00
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: No.
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission,
and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other
disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: Something I hinted at in the Lounge Series.
Summary: Alex and Spike meet and screw their brains out.
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under
the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess
it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and
that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults,
homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond
this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Spike and the Spy
by R.A. Swain
The door to the crypt burst open and dark haired man tumbled through on to the
floor. Spike sat up on his slab. "What the bloody hell?!" He watched
a tall thin blond man leap through the door and land on the dark haired fellow.
"I'm got you Alex! Give up!" He said.
The dark haired man, still in a semi-crouched position punched the blond gent
below the belt. Spike winced. He marveled at how, after more than 100 years
of being dead, he could still wince when he saw a bloke getting hit in the nuts.
It was a reminder of his human days. He inhaled and smelled the fear within
the blond man. Obviously in over his head, he thought.
It was the other fellow, the one the blond called Alex who intrigued him. While
the blond smelled of fear, Alex smelled of pure sexual excitement. Not only
did he smell of it, but with the tight jeans he was wearing, Spike could see
it as well. He really didn't like having his nap disturbed, but the ensuing
melee looked like a promising bit of fun. He jumped down from his slab bed.
"Doesn't anyone have respect for a blokes home anymore?" he asked,
approaching the two men.
Both men turned to see who was witnessing their battle, and who they would be
eliminating late. Alex pulled a gun from his black leather jacket. "Get
lost man," he said to Spike, aiming at the blond. "Victor, I'm not
going back with you."
The blond turned his attention back to Alex. "Then I'll kill you here,"
he said.
Spike liked the sound of this. He wished he had electricity, and a microwave
at the moment. If there was going to be a fight he would have liked some popcorn.
A good fight is nothing without the popcorn, he thought.
Victor leapt toward Alex, and the two men began grappling for the gun. A thought
crossed Spike's mind. Ever since the initiative domesticated him with their
own personal version of the V-chip, he had been unable to harm a human being,
but if the mortal were already dead, freshly killed, he reasoned, he might be
able to get a decent meal.
He stood watching the two men struggling over the weapon. Victor still smelled
of fear, but Alex seemed even more excited by the physical confrontation. This
man was inspiring, Spike thought. He watched Alex bring the gun down between
the two men, and heard the shot. Both men stood still for a moment, and then
Victor slumped to the ground.
That's my cue, Spike thought, jumping to his feet. "Pardon me, but are
you going to be needing that body for anything?"
Alex looked at the handsome young bleached blond man with a puzzled stare. He
shook his head. Of all the questions anyone asked, that was by far the strangest.
"No." He raised the gun, pointing it at Spike.
Spike smiled. "That won't do you any good, and he's already getting cold.
So, if you don't mind?" With that Spike's handsome featured distorted.
His forehead jutting out, his cheeks sinking in, and his fangs growing.
Alex stepped back, and watched the handsome young man turn into a monster before
his eyes. Hell, he's a vampire. The consortium never encountered this, and if
they did they didn't tell him about it, he thought. Mulder would wet his pants
with excitement at discovering one of his precious X-Files here in Sunnydale.
He watched as the creature knelt over his former pursuer's body.
"Nice clean shot to the heart," Spike said.
"Thanks," Alex managed. He then watched the creature lower his head
to Victor's neck, biting into it. He felt his own heart racing with desire.
What would it be like to become what this creature is, he wondered? It couldn't
be any worse than what he already was, he reasoned. His sexual rush was renewing
itself as he watched the vampire feast on the fresh kill.
Finally Spike stood up. "Thanks mate," he said, reverting back to
his soft features. He belched. " It's been months since I've had a decent
meal. All that cow's blood just isn't natural. It's like becoming a vegetarian.
Pardon me. Where's my manners. Name's Spike."
"I'm Alex."
"I'm guessing you're not from the council, so you must be having a private
argument," Spike said. He saw Alex staring at his mouth and remembered
the blood covering his chin and lips. "Sorry, I must look a fright."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white linen handkerchief. He raised
it to his lips.
Alex, mesmerized by all he witnessed in the past few minutes reached out and
placed a hand on Spike's wrist. "Wait," he said. He stepped closer
to the creature, their eyes looked. He leaned forward and licked the blood from
Spike's chin, and then covered Spike's mouth with his own, his tongue exploring
the vampire's mouth.
Spike pulled back. "Wait just a minute here," he said, regaining some
composure. The kiss had been a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. "You
can't just burst into a person's home, kill someone in their living room, and
then ravage the home owner. This isn't the jolly old days you know."
Alex caught his breath. He felt his blood pumping all in one direction. "Sorry.
I couldn't resist."
"The blood or the kiss?" Spike asked.
Alex blinked, unsure of his answer. He was attracted to the deep red of the
blood, but the lips which had been covered in it we equally enticing. "I
didn't mean anything by it," he said. "I don't usually go around kissing
blood covered strangers. It was just--" he stopped. He didn't know why
he felt so horny. Oh he did know why he originally felt so horny. When ever
he killed a man he would become sexually aroused, but this was different. He
was already over killing Victor, this was lust, pure and simple, blood lust,
he reasoned.
Spike wiped the rest of the blood from his chin and lips. "I'm not saying
I objected to the kiss. In fact, if you want to do it some more, it'll be welcome."
Alex looked into his eyes and saw nothing. It was as if he were staring into
a mirror of his own psyche. He knew there was no soul within himself, and this
creature was equally without a soul. Suddenly he wanted the creature standing
before him more than any other person on the planet. He leaned forward, placing
a hand behind Spike's neck, and pulling him gently toward his lips.
The feel of his skin was cold to the touch, almost surreal. The lips were chilled,
not frozen, but unusually cold pressed against his own. The feeling of the cold
tongue wrestling against his was mind blowing. He never gave way to his imagination
before, but this was not how he imagined death to taste, of blood and salt,
and a hint of coffee.
Spike broke the kiss once again. He studied the face of his guest. Handsome
features, nice build, there was something unusual about his one arm, but definitely
a keeper, he thought. Had it been the old days he would've brought this one
across immediately, as his lover. "Is something wrong?"
"You don't taste like I imagined," Alex replied.
"I don't?" Spike wasn't sure how to take that, but as long as this
stud would kiss him again like that he didn't care what was said.
"I mean, I thought death would taste...."
"Blah, am I right?"
"Yeah," Alex nodded. "You have a hint of coffee breath beneath
the blood."
"I had a cup this morning, before retiring."
"You drink stuff other than blood?" Alex asked.
"Mostly a liquid diet. Beer, whiskey, coffee, the occasional bottle of
pop. Now you on the other hand taste exactly how I imagined."
Alex wondered if this were a good thing, of if he were about to become a second
snack. "How's that?"
"Sexy. Hot, boiling. The blood racing within your veins is positively reeking
of sex," Spike said.
"You can smell sex?" Alex was totally enthralled. "What's it
smell like, to you I mean?" He certainly knew the smell of human sex, but
to a vampire what could it smell like, he wondered?
"Sweet, and sour, like Chinese food. You smell tangy, like an apricot,
and tart like a peach all at the same time," Spike answered.
"Does all sex smell the same?" Alex asked.
Spike smiled. "No. You're is very distinctive." He leaned forward
again and ran his hands under Alex's leather jacket, slipping it from his shoulders,
as he initiated their next kiss. He slipped his hands beneath Alex's turtleneck
and began raising it.
Alex pulled back. "No. I'm , I mean--"
Spike nodded. "I know. I can feel it." He ran his hand over the prosthetic
arm. "I don't mind. It's actually kind of a turn on."
Alex glanced downward. "You're just saying that."
"No, really. The maimed have always been among my favorites." Spike
thought how he usually would swoop down upon them and drink their blood while
they struggled. They were the easiest to catch when on a hunt in the old days.
But now, this was not for food, but for sex.
Alex allowed Spike to slip his cold hands under his shirt and raise it over
his head. The chill of his hands against Alex's bare skin made him tingle, and
his nipples stood erect as Spike pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers.
He allowed Spike to remove the prosthetic, and shuddered when he kissed the
jagged spot where he had been disfigured.
He quickly began stripping away Spike's coat and black T-shirt. The cool skin
fascinated him, and he kissed Spike's neck and chest. He pulled back a little,
but kept his crotch pressed firmly against Spike's. "You're not going to
kill me while we do this, are you?"
"Sorry, only one meal a day. I've got to watch my weight," Spike joked.
"Although, you do have some liquid I want to extract."
"Promise you won't use your fangs?"
Spike's eyes danced with mischief. "Maybe just a little. I promise, no
permanent marks."
Alex felt Spike's hands tugging his jeans from his waist, and his cock being
caressed by the sexy vampire. He too was busy working to remove Spike's jeans
and silk boxer shorts with the Tasmanian Devil on them. He laughed.
"What's so funny?" Spike asked.
"I have a friend with the same taste in underwear," Alex answered.
He returned to the matter at hand, and now it was a real matter. He tugged down
the boxers and saw the uncut marvel before him. It was already at half mast,
and the tip was poking out. It looked as normal as his own, which was now being
engulfed in Spike's mouth. He sighed as he felt the cool lips and tongue sliding
down the length of his shaft.
He lowered himself down on his side and took hold of the growing member before
him. It felt less chilled than the rest of the vampire. He lowered his mouth
to it and tentatively licked across the exposed tip with his tongue. It wasn't
hot by any means, but it was warm enough not to feel strange in his mouth. It
wasn't as big as Mulder's or Spender's, but it was just the right size for his
immediate needs.
He took it in his mouth and Spike moaned with appreciation. The two men settled
into a rhythmic bobbing and thrusting motion. The dirt from the crypt floor
was annoying, but Spike was used to it and Alex could overlook anything at the
moment. He was experiencing sex with a vampire, something he never dreamed of,
and it was wonderful.
Spike thrust into Alex's mouth, and Alex returned the movements. Spike was enjoying
the sexual action. It had been slow with Xander paying so much attention to
the demon chick, and Angel gone, and Dru, well, he just wasn't getting it on
a regular basis like he was used to getting. He had considered putting the moves
on Giles, just to see if he was the swinger Spike had hoped he would be, but
there was something about Giles that reminded him of his Uncle Joseph.
Spike felt the thrill of sex building within him, and more importantly he felt
Alex's sexual build up, and knew it was going to be soon. He gently brushed
his fangs against the shaft, and squeezed Alex's balls, a trick he used to use
with Angel, just before he slipped a finger between Alex's ass cheeks.
Alex bucked at the touch, and felt his juices pulse through his shaft into Spike's
mouth. He knew this wasn't the first time this vampire had engaged in male to
male sex. An intriguing thought in itself. If it were true vampires did exist
eternally, who might this hunk have slept with in the past, he wondered?
Cum shot into Spike's mouth as Alex's mind filled with images of Jack The Ripper,
Richard The Lionhearted, Robin Hood, and just about every English guy he could
think of at the moment. "Oh God! YES!" Alex shouted, as he came. He
lay back panting.
Spike looked down the length of his lean naked body to Alex's sated eyes looking
back. "You taste exactly the way I like 'em."
Alex looked at Spike still erect cock before him. "Do vampires cum?"
he asked.
"Put your mouth back on it and find out," Spike replied laying back
and stretching his naked body out for Alex to feast on.
Alex started to lower his head once again and stopped. "If I swallow your
cum will I become like you?"
Spike laughed. "If that's all it took there wouldn't be a mortal left on
Earth."
Alex smiled and lowered his mouth to the organ before him, pressing his lips
against the tip and then sliding his mouth down the length of the shaft, scrapping
his teeth gently against the underside, just as Spike had done to him. He began
to suck in earnest, bobbing his head up and down, allowing Spike to balance
him with a hand on his maimed shoulder.
He was amazed at how warm the cock in his mouth had become. Not hot, like any
of the other cocks he had enjoyed, but warm, which he assumed was hot for a
vampire. He wished he could tell Mulder about this experience. Fox would be
so jealous of him making it with a vampire. Maybe he would place a long distance
call later, he thought.
Spike felt the build up in his balls churning and knew he was close to blowing
his load. He gasped, shuddered and shot. "Oh yeah, baby! Yeah! That's it!
Make me cum! Yeah!" With that, he shuddered again and his cum shot forth
into Alex's mouth. It shot again, and again, and again, and again. He supposed
he should've warned the stud about a vampire's abilities. Also about the taste.
Alex gagged and choked on the stale taste in his mouth. This was not what he
imagined, or was used to, but even it was worth it. He choked again, and spit
several times, before clearing his mouth of the taste.
"That's what death tastes like," Spike said. "Sorry, I didn't
warn you, but you are just too good."
"Yeah, thanks," Alex said.
"I said I was sorry. Mortals are just so sensitive."
Alex coughed a few more times. "I'll get over it. That's the last time
you cum in my mouth."
Spike sat up. "Are you suggesting we are going to do this some more?"
Alex looked at the handsome young man. "Hell yes! You may be dead, but
you are one hot guy."
Spike smiled. "Ever made it in a crypt before?"
Alex shook his head. "This is a first."
"How would you like to visit the Hell Mouth?"
"The what?"
"Just a place of pure evil," Spike said. "I haven't made it there
in a long time. It's in an abandon high school. I can't promise it's totally
safe. We might run into a few demons."
"Sounds like my kind of place. What's my reward for going with you?"
Alex asked, stroking Spike's growing erection.
"What do you want?"
Alex allowed his hand to run down the length of Spike's cock and over his balls.
He then slipped his hand beneath Spike, and began playing with his ass. "Ever
been fucked by a spy at this Hell Mouth?"
Spike shook his head.
"Good. It'll be your first." Alex said.