Paradise by the Dashboard Light

AUTHOR: Jypzrose
EMAIL: jypzrose@aol.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
SPOILERS: Set before The Initiative S4.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is for Magz, who demanded S4 Spander smut involving the Desoto. I realize there's a Spuffy story with the same title, but I thought it was apt. For those that don't know, the title is a Meatloaf song from the Bat out of Hell album.
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What the hell am I doing here? Xander asked himself as he traipsed through the cemetery. Better yet, what the hell was he doing here alone? He wasn't the Slayer. He wasn't even a witch that was slowly coming into her powers. He was just Xander. Human, ordinary. Normal.

God, he hated that word.

He supposed he should have gone straight to Buffy's house and reported the vampire he'd seen in the Bronze. But, she was on a date or something and had taken the night off. He could have gone to Giles', but that was on the other side of town. Willow was bound to be asleep, so, that left only him.

And so, here he was. Clutching a stake and a cross so tight he was surprised they didn't crack in his hands. To tell the truth, he'd lost sight of the vampire a while back, but he stubbornly persisted, figuring that he'd stumble on him again. Xander always wondered if he had a secret death wish. Because this was just crazy.

He came to a stop next to an ancient crypt and looked around. The sounds of the night seemed amplified, making his heart thud in his chest. He knew that he was just a sitting duck for any vampire within a ten mile radius, his rapid pulse a homing beacon. He should just haul ass home and call Anya. A night of sex with her was enough of an adrenalin rush, that he didn't need to court imminent death.

With that in mind, he turned in the direction of the cemetery entrance. It was the last thing he saw before bright lights exploded in his vision before darkness pulled him under.

~*~*~

He came awake in stages, slowly noticing things with each layer of fog that lifted from his brain. The first thing he noticed was that he was laying on something hard and unyielding. The second thing he noticed was the fact that he couldn't move. No matter how he tugged his ankles and wrists, they wouldn't budge. The third thing, and the thing that had his eyes flying open to stare blindly at the curtain of stars overhead was the fact that he was naked.

"Well," a voice had his head jerking in the direction of it, but he couldn't turn it enough to see the speaker. A cold chill raced over him as he recognized it, however. "‘bout time you woke up, whelp." A snap hiss and a bright flare of orange to the left of him followed by the sharp scent of nicotine preceded his captor finally moving into his line of site.

"Spike," he gasped. "I thought you left town," Xander tried to inject as much strength as possible into his voice, but he was afraid that he fell short. A fact proven by the way Spike smirked.

"I did. But, I dunno, somethin' about this place. Keeps me comin' back." he took a drag of his cigarette, the orange glow cutting across his face and highlighting the sharpness of his cheeks. Fear clawed around inside Xander's stomach at the realization that he was totally and completely at the vampire's mercy.

"What do you want?"

"What does any vampire want? A little destruction, a little death, a lot of blood," the human watched the glowing cigarette tip as Spike waved his hand while he talked. If he concentrated on it, maybe he could get a grip on the ice water flowing through is veins and think of a way to get out of this. "But, I think mostly, I want to hurt the Slayer. A lot. And what better way then to capture and torture one of her little friends?" Spike vamped and pinned the brunette with gold eyes that glittered in the moonlight. Fear seized Xander's brain as he recognized his own death in those eyes.

"Fuck you," he spat, his voice sounding shaky and weak to his own ears. Sickness rolled slick through him and he was afraid that he was going to throw up or something equally embarrassing. At least if he was going to die, he wanted to go out like a man. Not some wimp that can't control his body.

"Now, that's something I hadn't considered." Spike countered with a sneer. "Been a long time since I've done a man." He flicked the cigarette away and sneered at the way the boy's eyes bugged. The smell of his fear was ambrosia to him. He took a deep, purposeful breath and growled in pleasure. He cocked his head to the side as he realized there was another scent there. Something the human probably didn't even realize. He felt his cock spring to life in his jeans, rubbing against the rough denim and sending little darts of pleasure shooting through him. "Bet you're a hot one, too." His voice dipped to a low, seductive whisper than sent an involuntary thrill up Xander's spine.

"You'll never find out," Spike quirked a scarred brow as his face melted back into its human planes. Xander watched him as he walked toward him, noticing for the first time that the surface he was tied too was the ancient Desoto. He swallowed heavily when Spike leaned in close to his face, the burst of the vampire's cool breath on his skin making him shiver.

"Which one of is tied up, pet?" Xander can't help but yelp when Spike's tongue snakes out and swipes along his cheek. He also can't help the flare of heat that follows it. When the blonde looks at him, he gets caught in the blue fire burning deep inside them. "And something tells me you like it," his voice was a harsh whisper, rough and guttural. Xander jerked in his bonds, from fear he was sure. Or he at least prayed. It couldn't be from the way the vampire was looking at him like he was some kind of all you can eat buffet. That would be to horrific to contemplate.

His eyes remained glued on the vampire as he walked back around the hood of the car to stand between his splayed feet. Spike stood there, just staring at him, the liquid blue of his eyes seeming to brand him. He started to squirm, the promise in those eyes finally freeing him from his stunned paralysis. Spike grinned in response, a big, wolfish grin that told Xander he wanted to eat him up. It only made his squirm more.

When Spike had first seen the boy, strolling through the cemetery like he was on some sort of holiday, he couldn't believe his luck. One of Buffy's sheep all alone and defenseless? He'd gotten as hard as a rock just thinking about her devastated face when she found the boys emaciated body on her doorstep. But this. . .he still had every intention of killing the brunette, but not before he took him to the edge of pleasure and pain and back again. Until he was screaming and writhing and begging for Spike's touch.

He drew his fingers lightly over the bulge in his jeans and chuckled with the way the bug eyes of the brunette followed the action. He raked his eyes over the tanned form spread out on his car appreciatively. Taking in the youthful skin, the sinew and muscle that bunched with his futile efforts to escape. The half hard cock laying against his strong thigh. He pursed his lips and tilted his head, almost as if he were pondering just where to start.

If it were possible, Xander's eyes widened even further when he saw the duster drop from Spike's shoulders. He knew what was going to happen with bright, vivid clarity, complete with pictures and cue cards. Spike was going to rape him. Then kill him. Or kill him and rape him. He wasn't sure which scenario was worse. He jerked with the sound of a belt zipping free from its loops with a snap and couldn't help but flinch when Spike cracked the leather against the bumper of the car.

"Scared, whelp?"

"N-n-no," Xander cursed the stutter and the cold sweat that had broken out on his skin. Spike admired the way the sunlight played off the moisture clinging to the quivering form of the young man. He could almost taste the saltiness of it on his tongue and he felt a sharp jolt of anticipation slid through him to settle as a dull throb in his groin. He laid the belt next to Xander's leg on the car and quickly took off both of his shirts. The moon cut across his alabaster skin, highlighting the chiseled chest and stomach. Xander's eyes were riveted to the well formed pecs and abs and further still. His tongue darted out to soothe his dry lips when his gaze fell on the long, hard evidence of Spike's arousal.

Spike moaned at the sight of the pink tip tracing the outline of the boys lips. He wanted that tongue on him, licking him from balls to crown and back again. With a jerk, his jeans came open, freeing his weeping shaft from the constraints of the denim. He started to lightly stroke himself, smirking in the face of the human's scared arousal. He was sure the boy didn't understand the feelings rolling around inside of him. And Spike was just the teacher to help him out.

The car dipped a bit when Spike started to crawl up it. Xander's eyes darted up to the sky, intent not to feel the vampire's body as it moved over his. He whimpered when he felt Spike's breath on his neck, this is it, rolling through his brain as his eyes drifted closed. He said a mental goodbye to all his friends and even to his parent's, fully expecting the sharp sting of fangs in his throat.

His eyes flew open again when he felt the rough rasp of a tongue lapping gently across his jugular. A sound caught between a gasp and a moan burst from between his parted lips when blunt, human teeth nipped at the skin there. He went rigid when Spike straddled his waist. He could feel the cool, hard length of the blonde's cock against his stomach and instead of repulsing him, it sent a shot of arousal bolting through him.

Spike nipped and licked his way up Xander's throat, reveling the salty sweet taste of his skin. He wanted the boy to relax under him, to want his touch, to need it. Why, he wasn't exactly sure. He never really worried about it before. But there seemed to be some sort of poetic justice in making this one beg for him.

"Let go," the words were barely a breath in Xander's ear, but he heard it as clear as if Spike had shouted it. Spike raised his head and their eyes met for a long moment, brilliant blue burning into deep brown. It was almost non-existent when Xander nodded, agreeing to what he wasn't sure. But whatever it was it made the blonde groan, the sound sending heat flooding through Xander's veins, thick and sweet. Then, Spike was kissing him, his tongue thrusting through his parted lips to tangle with his own tongue and there was nothing else to think about.

Xander was so hot, he was like an inferno pressing against Spike. He nibbled lightly on the warm mouth under his before dipping his tongue inside again, tasting the unique flavor of the human and devouring it. He ran his hands over the hard flesh of the dark haired man's chest, twisting the nipples he found to the point of pain. Xander writhed beneath him, arching his back and gasping into his mouth with the feelings Spike was pulling from him. He'd never felt like this before. Sure, he was far from a virgin. But this was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He felt free, like who he was when he was with his friends didn't exist. Like he wasn't just Xander.

"I'm going to untie you. If you run, I will kill you," Spike pulled back to say. Xander could barely nod. There was no way he was going to run away. He wasn't exactly sure what the hell was going on with him right now but he really didn't care, either. There would be plenty of time later to kick himself. If he wasn't dead that was.

Almost as soon as his wrists were free he was reaching out for the miles of pale skin begging for his touch. Spike made quick work of the bonds, before he was over the brunette again, gasping in little breaths as the big, warm hands roamed over him, testing the hard muscle and sleek skin. He could barely keep still but he did, letting Xander get his fill before returning his mouth to the human's. Long and wet their tongues battled, sliding slick around each other as Spike changed positions to settle between the brunette's thighs. Xander moaned into the vampire's mouth when he felt their cocks bump together, his hips jerking in response. Spike reached down with one hand and shoved his jeans further, visions of plowing into the warm body beneath him making his movements clumsy. But soon, he was completely free of the restriction.

He met Xander's thrusts, moving frantically for quick release. He wanted to be inside of Xander, plundering the virgin depths of his ass until the man went blind with pleasure. But, he held back. There was plenty of time for that.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you whelp? Want me so deep inside you, you don't where I end and you begin." Xander groaned in agreement with the mental images Spike painted. They were too much for his over sensitized body. He murmured incoherently as his cock started to pulse thick, hot streams of cum across his stomach. Spike bit hard on Xander's neck when his own orgasm crashed over him. He brought a hand between them and gathered up the sticky fluid, running it over his still hard shaft and Xander's tight hole. The human lay in a boneless mass under him, spent from his release, but he did moan when Spike pushed one, long finger inside of him.

"Like that?"

"Uh huh,"

"Want more? Want me to fuck you until you split in two?" Another finger slipped inside Xander's body, stretching the tight ring of muscles until the brunette thought he might scream. He nodded emphatically, turning his head to try to capture the vampire's mouth with his. Spike evaded him as he slipped yet another finger inside the clenching orifice. Xander's eyes shone black in the dim light from the moon, the pupil practically indistinguishable from the iris with his arousal. "Tell me you want it, Xander. Tell me you want me to pound that virgin ass." Xander thought he might cum again, just from the way Spike was talking. The three fingers pumping into his ass didn't make it easier to hold on either.

"Fuck ..me. . .Spike," each word came out harsh and clipped, like he was afraid speaking would break whatever this was working between them. The car was hard underneath him and the body between his legs was just as hard. But he didn't feel uncomfortable. He felt alive for the first time. His hands traveled down the length of Spike's back until they rested on the firm globes of his ass. He squeezed them hard and pulled Spike's hips into his, pushing their pelvis' together.

Spike pulled back and gripped his throbbing cock with one hand, bringing the weeping tip to Xander's opening.

"Hold on," he whispered before he thrust hard. Xander's yelp of pain was lost when Spike crashed his lips against the brunette's, swallowing the scream with his mouth. He didn't give the man a chance to get used to him, however. The heat surrounding him was too much, to intense for him to hold out long. He thrust hard into Xander's body, angling his hips to push himself deeper. His tongue thrust into Xander's mouth in time with his hips, and soon the human was kissing him back, the initial pain subsiding with each push of Spike's hips. Then, the tip of Spike's cock hit something deep inside of him and Xander nearly came off the car with the wild jolt of pleasure seizing him.

"Fuck!" He cried, ripping his mouth away from Spike's. Spike buried his lips in the brunettes throat, his lips latching onto the pulse point throbbing under the skin. Xander's hands pulled at Spike's ass, pushing him ever deeper into him, searching for that feeling again. Spike rolled his hips and Xander screamed again. Pleasure built hot inside of him with each thrust, tightening his sac and making his blood throb. "Oh. ..oh GOD!" He howled as his body started to shudder.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Spike cried against Xander's throat as his ass clenched tight around his shaft, milking him hard. Without thought, his face shifted and changed to that of his demon and his fangs plunged hungrily into the pulsing vein just as he spilled his cum deep into the warm body encasing him.

Xander's vision blacked from the dual penetration, his orgasm shooting in thick, hot torrents between their sweat slicked bodies. When he came back to himself, Spike was still between his legs, his cock still buried up his ass. But most of all, he was still alive. Spike's tongue was rasping across the twin mark's in his neck almost lovingly.

"Mine," Spike growled against his skin after one last swipe with his tongue. He raised up to look at the brunette. "You're mine." Xander could only nod, unsure of how or what exactly he was supposed to feel. Right now he felt boneless and sated. He throbbed all over, but mostly where Spike bit him and from where Spike was still buried inside of him. But it was a good kind of throb. He nearly groaned in loss when Spike slid off of him, planting kisses down his body as he retreated. He watched as the blonde started to dress. "I'll take you home,"

He tossed Xander's clothes to him, and finished pulling on his own.

"How am I supposed to explain this?" Xander said, waving towards the bite on his neck. Spike pulled his duster on and looked over at the brunette, pride swelling in his chest that this creature carried his mark.

"Don't care. Whatever you want to tell them. But, just remember who put it there." Xander didn't miss the veiled threat in the vampire's voice.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he murmured as he somehow found the energy to sit up and start pulling on his clothes. When he slid off the hood, his knees buckled, but Spike caught him before he hit the ground. They lingered there, with his arms around the human's waist, just staring at each other for a minute, their eyes saying everything their voices couldn't. Then, Spike pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss on Xander's lips, before helping him get into the car. The drive to Xander's was made in silence, and the brunette doesn't bother to ask how the vampire knows where he lives.

"You wanna. . ." Xander waved a hand towards his house, leaving the question hanging. He's more than a little surprised that he'd offered. It amazed him how much could change in the course of a few short hours and one good fuck.

"No." Xander scowled at the unexpected hurt that tightened his chest. What the hell did he expect? Just because Spike sprouted off all that ‘mine' shit, didn't mean he really meant it.

"Yeah, thanks." He started to get out of the car, his movements jerky when he felt a cool hand close around the back of his neck. He barely had time to suck in a breath before Spike's mouth was on his, plundering, taking, claiming.

"I said you were mine, didn't?" He waited til Xander nodded mutely before going on. "Don't make that claim with just anybody. I'm just not going to fuck you and have to be quiet. Don't suppose your parent's would appreciate being kept up all night."

"N-no. I don't think so."

"Right then. Get yourself inside and tuck yourself in. And I never want to see you out and about by yourself again. If anybody is going to take your blood, its going to be me."

"Uh, ok." is all Xander can think of to say. A tiny of edge of fear laced the pleasure Spike's words caused.

"Goodnight, pet." Spike put he car in gear and pulled off without another word, leaving Xander to watch the Desoto pull away with more than a little confusion. After the taillights finally faded from view, he turned to go inside, his body sore but his step lighter than it had been in a long, long time.

End.