Paranormal Table 6/25

[vinniebatman]

Title:  Who Ya Gonna Call?  Not These Guys...
Author: vinniebatman aka batmanvinnie
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural
Pairings: Spander, of course.  
Rating/Warnings:  Adult
Prompt:  Prompt #24, writer's choice, "EMF Meter"
Summary:  Spike and Xander try to consumate their relationship.
Disclaimer: I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap Joss and Kripke; they were threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.
A/N:  I know people didn't want Sanura to take over the stories, and she won't.  I just couldn't get this story started right without having someone sneaking.  This is the sixth piece in my series of stories for the community  paranormal25, for which I'm writing a series of stories about Xander being able to see Ghosts.  Previous parts are archived here.

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With sunrise approaching, Spike turned his motor bike around and headed back to the Manor.  He parked in the garage, and then cursed.  He was cutting it close; the early rays of dawn were already climbing over the hills.  Bolting outside and toward the back door, Spike got inside just as the sun appeared.  Walking through the kitchen, he yawned.  He considered going to his room, but thought a cuddle with Xander would be better.  As he walked toward the back stairs, he heard a heart beat.  Walking into the living room, he moved over to the couch.  He crouched down to look underneath the piece of furniture.  Sanura was asleep, a half-eaten piece of bread in one hand, an electronic gadget clutched in the other.

"Hey, Kitten," he whispered.  The small girl mumbled something in Swahili before burrowing her face into the crook of her arm.  Spike smiled.  According to the others, when Sanura had first arrived she had been hyper vigilant and afraid of her new home.  She's certainly at home now.  Shaking his head, he reached under and dragged her out.  He pulled the gizmo out of her hand and dropped it into the pocket of his duster.  He tried to remove her bread, but the girl frowned and mumbled, clutching the bread to her chest.  Chuckling softly, he lifted her up and carried her upstairs.  After tucking her into her bed, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and quietly left the dorm. 

He moved down the hallway and into Xander's bedroom.  He quickly stripped down to his jeans before crawling into the bed.  The sheets were warm, and Xander was adorably mussed.  Molding himself to the human's back, he basked in Xander's warmth, letting the steady heartbeat lull him to sleep.

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Saturday morning was the official sleep-in day at Glyndwr Manor.  Without school or activities scheduled until the afternoon, the Slayers awoke slowly, drifting downstairs at a quiet, sedate pace.  Xander woke slowly, first becoming aware of the warmth of his bed, then the noises of the girls moving through the house.  Then he became aware of a vampire wrapped around him.  Xander lay still for a few minutes, simply watching the vampire.  It was so strange to see Spike like this; completely silent and still.  There was no movement, giving him the appearance of a carved work of art.  They hadn't shared a bed before, but it was nice.  Finally, a yawn opened Xander's mouth and he gave into the urge for a long, satisfying stretch.  When he relaxed against the mattress again, he was pinned by the gaze of two bright blue eyes.

"Mornin' pet," Spike drawled.  "Hope you don't mind me crashing here.  It just seemed so much more comfy."

"Nope," Xander smiled.  "Don't mind at all."  Spike leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Xander's chest before snuggling against his side. 

"Move Spike," Xander urged.  "I need to use the bathroom, let me up."

The vampire opened one eye and growled.  "Fine, be like that." 

Rolling over, Spike pulled the blankets up over his head.  Xander watched him fondly for a few minutes before getting up.  He hurriedly used the bathroom and brushed his teeth.  When he got out, instead of finding Spike curled under the blankets, the vampire was sitting on top the blankets, propped up against a stack of pillows.  He wore only his jeans, the top button undone.  Blue eyes watched as Xander stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Thought you were tired," he said.  Had he known that Spike was joining him, he wouldn't have slept in his stained tee-shirt and Scooby-Doo boxers.  Even if they were ridiculously soft and comfy. 

Spike pursed his lips and smiled.  "Some things are worth missing sleep for," he smirked.  Xander scratched behind his ear.  Spike narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. 

"C'mere, pet," he murmured.  Licking his lips nervously, Xander walked over to the bed.  Spike shot forward and grabbed the human, tossing him onto the bed and straddling his hips.  Xander looked up at him, his eyes wide as he felt Spike's erection pressing against his hip.

"Wow, guess you aren't that sleepy," he joked.  Spike smiled down at him.

"Nope."  Leaning down, he pressed their lips together.  Xander reached up and cradled the back of the vampire's neck, his other hand tangling in the blonde’s hair.  Their tongues battled for dominance; while the human didn't have much experience with the same sex, he had excellent skills when it came to kissing.  Pulling back, Spike bit Xander's lip before pulling away completely.

Looking down at the brunette, hair mussed and lips swollen, a growl resonated through his chest.  He watched, amused, as the growl caused Xander's breath to catch.  Arousal flooded the air surrounding the human, eliciting another growl.  This time, it was accompanied by Spike ripping Xander's shirt away.

"Holy crap," Xander whispered.  The vampire nipped and kissed his way down Xander's chest, pausing to pay special attention to his nipples.  He bit and sucked at them until the barest swipe of tongue over the sensitive peaks drew whimpers from his human.  By this time, Xander was thrusting against Spike, bringing their clothed erections into contact.  Another growl erupted from Spike, this time as his lips were wrapped around the Scooby's nipple.  Xander cried out, the pleasure practically driving him insane.  Pulling away, Spike moved off of him and pulled off Xander's boxers.  He finally took in the sight of Xander nude, his long, broad body tanned and peppered with scars.  His cock was long and thick, leaking precum steadily.  The smell and sight practically made Spike's mouth water.

"Xander!" Buffy yelled.  Spike snarled, his game face emerging in rage.

"What?" Xander wailed.

"Sanura went through Winchester's luggage, including their porn.  We're pretty sure it was her because she left some bread behind.  But she took something from them and now Dean's being all pissy about it.  We're trying to figure out where she hid it," she explained.  She paused.  "Hey, are you going to open the door and help us?"

Dashing across the room, Spike pulled the electronic gadget out of his jacket, unlocked the door, ripped it open, and handed it to Buffy with a snarl before slamming the door.  Buffy stared at the door, wide-eyed.  A grin spread across her face as she turned and ran downstairs.  While passing by the study, she tossed the gizmo onto the table in front of Dean, Sam, Dawn and Connor before continuing to the library.  She flung the door open.

"Spike and Xander are doing it!" she announced triumphantly.  Willow grinned widely and clapped, as did Rona and Vi.  Giles stood and headed over to the side bar and poured himself a large tumbler of scotch.

"Bloody hell," he muttered.  "Now I owe Faith a hundred pounds."

Meanwhile, in the conservatory, Dean was checking over his home-made EMF meter.

"What is it?" Connor asked.

"EMF meter, reads the electromagnetic field for changes that indicate a ghost," Dean answered.  "Built it myself," he added smugly.

"So does it even work?" Dawn shot back.

"Yes is does, brat," Dean retorted.  Sam shook his head, smiling.

"Wait, so it's like those things in 'Ghostbusters?'" Connor asked.

"Yeah.  Here, I'll show you," Dean offered, leaning closer to the younger man.

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Spike slammed the door shut and locked it with a snarl.  He turned and stalked back to the bed, his gaze predatory.  Xander swallowed hard under the intense gaze being leveled at him.

"Uh, I've never done this exact thing before," he offered, swallowing nervously.  A small smile played on Spike's lips as he shifted out of his game face.

"Don't worry, luv.  I'll be gentle."

"I know, it's just, I don't know what I'm doing, so just let me know if I'm messing up," he explained.  Spike stripped out of his jeans before he dropped onto the bed between Xander's spread legs.

"Only thing you have to do is scream," he growled, watching as another shudder tore through Xander's body.  He moved forward and drew the human into another slick kiss, covering Xander's body with his own.  Xander wrapped one leg around Spike's calf, grinding his leaking cock against Spike's.  The vampire pulled away and settled on his knees between Xander's legs.  Leaning down, he pinned down Xander's hips with his hands as he took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking on it gently.  A deep moan slipped out of Xander's throat as the vampire reveled in the boy's taste.  He took more of the twitching organ into his mouth, growling again.  Xander tried to buck up into the cool suction that was driving him insane, but the iron grip on his hips held him back.  So instead he tangled his hair into the blonde's curls and tugged on them.  He felt himself getting closer, wanting to come.  But he also wanting to come with Spike inside of him.  He'd done the research; he knew what was involved, including the possible pain.  But the idea of have Spike's cock buried in him caused a tight heat to spread through him.

"No, Spike, stop," he groaned.  "Please, not yet."

With one long, last suck, Spike pulled off of Xander's cock.  "What do you want, Xan?"

"You," he answered, his face darkening with a blush.  Spike scented the embarrassment. 

"Something wrong?" he asked, gently running his hands up and down Xander's thighs.  He wanted Xander so badly, but he wouldn't force him.  He'd stop if the human wanted.  He'd probably cry, but he'd stop.  The Scooby took a deep breath and closed his eye

"I, I want you.  I want you to... fuck me," he whispered.  Spike's hands stilled.  Xander's eyelid fluttered open, worry melting away at the pure want in Spike's yellow eyes.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice husky.

"There's lube in the beside table," Xander offered, his blush darkening.  "Please, I want you in me."

Spike shut his eyes and shivered as desire lanced through his body.  When he felt like he could move without coming, he opened his eyes.  "God, Xan.  You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered.  Xander's eye widened at the admission, but he said nothing.  Moving quickly, Spike reached into the bedside table and grabbed the partially used bottle of lube.

"One your stomach, luv," he ordered.  Xander shook his head.

"No.  I, uh, I researched online and kinda started..." Xander started, his blush darkening.  "I started preparing myself."

Spike fought down the urge to roll Xander over and just fuck him, instead pouring lube onto his fingertips.  He moved his fingers to Xander's ass, spreading the slick substance around the tight hole, but not penetrating it.  "So you've been fingering yourself?  Fucking yourself?" he growled.

"Yeah," Xander murmured.

"How long?" Spike asked, pushing a finger in to the second knuckle.  Xander's body opened for him, inviting him inside.

"Th-three days," Xander stammered.

"What'd you think about while you fucked yourself?"  Spike asked, adding a second finger.  He twisted them around until the muscle relaxed.  When it did, he thrust both fingers in all the way.

"You," Xander whispered.  

"Yo, Xander!" Dean yelled, pounding his fist against the door.  "We think we found a spook!"  Outside, Connor's eyes widened as he picked up the scents and sounds from inside the room. 

"Uh, we should come back later," he said, grabbing Dean's arm.

"What?  Why?" Sam asked.

"Because I'm pretty sure Spike and Xander are having some private time," he explained.  Dawn squealed before pulling Sam away.

"Oh my God this is so great!  They've been dancing around each other for awhile," she explained as she pulled him down the stairs.

Dean looked at Connor and smirked.  "Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.  He turned back to the door and began to pound on it in earnest.  "Xander!  Hey, Xander!"

He started chuckling until Connor pulled him away with surprising strength.  "Dude, someone's coming to the door and I don't think they're going to be wearing anything."

"What?" Dean frowned.  "How do you know?"

The door was thrown open to reveal a growling, naked, and fully erect Spike.  "Fuck off!" he roared, before slamming the door shut.  Dean slowly moved away from the door, eyes wide. 

"I'm, uh, gonna go see if there's anything else haunting this place," he muttered.  Blinking, Connor stared as Dean walked away, a cloud of pheromones following him.

Inside the room, Spike had practically jumped on Xander.  He quickly added more lube to his fingers and gently but insistently pushed the first two inside Xander.  When he felt that his human was stretched enough, he added a third finger.  He twisted them, stretching while looking for his prostate.  Suddenly, Xander's hips bucked.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.  Mission accomplished, Spike pulled out his fingers and hurriedly lubed up his throbbing dick.

"Ready, luv?" he asked.  Xander stared into his eyes.

"Oh, fuck yes."  Smiling, Spike slowly began to press himself into Xander's body.  The brunette panted; the stretch burned, but it felt so good.  Unconsciously, he thrust his hips toward Spike, pushing the vampire all the way in.  Spike's head dropped back, his mouth open as he sucked in air.  Impatient, Xander whimpered and began to wriggle his hips.  Spike looked down and him and clucked his tongue.  "You're such a wanton, Harris.  Guess it's gonna my job to keep you good and shagged," he teased, pulling out and thrusting back in.

"Okay," Xander groaned, arching his back.  Spike continued to thrust, increasing his pace.  He watched, hypnotized by the way Xander writhed and twisted beneath him.  Moving Xander's legs onto his shoulders, he wrapped one of his hands around Xander cock, tugging on it.  A litany of pleas and promises fell from Xander's lips as he twisted his hands into the sheets.  On the next thrust, Xander’s back arched almost painfully as he cried out Spike's name.  His muscles clamped down on Spike, and with only a few most frantic thrusts, Spike emptied himself inside Xander, his lover's name dripping from his lips with reverence.

Downstairs, Connor wrinkled his nose; Spike was kind of like his uncle, so it was kind of gross.  In the kitchen, Angel shuddered and tossed his unfinished mug of blood into the sink.  In the library, Buffy, Rona, and Vi grinned lasciviously, as Giles poured himself another drink.  He hadn't heard anything, but could only guess what Buffy had.  After a quick whisper into the witch’s ear, Willow started grinning as well.

And upstairs, Anya and Cordy stared, wide-eyed, as the two lovers curled around each other.

"Wow," Cordy blurted out.

"That was nice," Anya nodded.  "They're going to have many orgasms together.  It's a very good match."  Cordelia nodded.

"Yeah, as long as that jerk doesn't keep interrupting them."

"Oh," Anya said excitedly.  "We should take vengeance on him!" 

"Good idea," Cordelia smirked.  "Nothing too bad, though.  Connor kind of likes him."

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Two hours later, a pleasantly sore Xander awoke to an insistent voice yelling in his ear.

"Xander, wake up!  You're going to miss it!" Anya yelled.  Xander sat up, confused.

"What?" 

"Cordy and I are getting revenge on Dean for trying to interrupt your orgasms!"  That woke Xander up.  Hurrying across the room, he pulled on his bathrobe and ran out.  From the top of the stairs, he could see into the entry hall.  Dean and Sam each had a weapon, and were frantically swinging them around.  Dean had out his EMF meter, and was trying to get a lock on the ghost.  Xander watched as Anya appeared to Dean's left, before disappearing when he turned to her.  Wes and Fred jumped out, and ran through Sam, causing the younger Winchester to yelp.  As the ghosts terrorized the hunters, Xander smiled.  Turning away, he headed back to his bedroom.

He had some post-orgasmic cuddling to attend to.