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nekid_spike. So, here it is!It's NC-17 (yeah, I know - shocker, huh?) and set during Season 4 of Buffy.
The Experiment
Spike awoke to the sound of growling.
And not the comfortable, familiar growling of any of his family – not that he had heard that for a while – but wild, savage animal growling. Oh bollocks.
“Nice doggy,” he ventured as he slowly backed away, trying not to panic as he fetched up against the white, clinical wall. And just which sadistic fuck had put a werewolf into his cell…? It wasn’t bleeding well right!
He saw that the powerful beast was preparing to pounce, and he slipped into game face, realising that he would have no choice but to fight. He couldn’t see it ending well in this small, spare room with no space to run or manoeuvre.
He cried out as the wolf sprang at him, his furious yell morphing into shock as the expected crushing weight slamming into his chest did not transpire. Instead, he got a lapful of naked boy.
Wow, it must be his lucky day.
“Spike,” said the kid in some fear as he looked up at the vampire, who still had his arms wrapped around him and appeared to be looking at him in surprise. Although it was kinda hard to tell – just where did their eyebrows go when they got all bumpy…?
Spike shook back into his human visage. “Oh. You’re Red’s plaything, right?” he asked in recognition. Actually, now that he was so close, he could detect traces of Willow’s scent.
“Yeah, Oz,” he clarified. “Nice to see you again,” he added sardonically.
“So…werewolf, huh?”
“Yep. Uh, Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think maybe I could get up now?”
“Hmmm? Oh, right. Sorry,” he said sheepishly as he released his hold. The kid was really kinda delicate-looking, which provided a nice contrast to the power that Spike could now sense thrumming through him, even with the wolf safely tucked away.
Oz stood up and backed away from the vampire, looking mournfully down at his naked form. He felt more than a little exposed and helpless as he stood there shivering while Spike studied him openly. He resisted the urge to flutter his hands to cover himself up, concentrating instead on trying to puzzle out where he was.
“Some kind of underground testing facility,” explained Spike, seeing the way that Oz was looking around the cell. “Run by humans – from wot I can gather they’re rounding up all the demons they can and performing experiments. Motherfuckers,” he spat. “’S been getting pretty crowded, which must be why we’re roomies.”
“Huh.”
“You’re taking it rather well,” he said, almost crossly.
Oz shrugged. Actually, he was not happy at all. In fact, he would go so far as to say that he was decidedly unhappy to find himself locked in a room with a dangerous vampire, naked and weapon-less, but what could he do about it?
“Don’t talk much, do ya?”
“Not so much.”
Spike seemed to ponder this, and then smiled. “Probably for the best. Quite a relief really. Only guy I’ve ever bunked with was Angelus and you couldn’t shut him the fuck up for love nor money. Well, actually, I never really tried either of those things, but smacking him round the head definitely didn’t work. And neither did…er…well, that’s not the point.”
Oz frowned. He wondered what else hadn’t shut up Angelus up, but then decided that he really didn’t want to know. “Angel’s not so big on chatting any more,” he said hesitantly, questioning the wisdom of apparently striking up a conversation with the Big Bad.
“Yeah, I know. That was the only saving grace of him turning into a great, hulking, brooding, stupid-haired, nancy pouf,” he stated, growling low in his throat at the thought.
Oz calmly backed up a step or two, trying not to worry when he encountered cold wall.
Noticing his retreat, Spike said, “Don’t fret, kid. I’m not going to eat you.”
“That’s…good. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s not that I don’t want to, and I’m sure you’d taste great, but…I know you think you can’t control the wolf yet, but believe me when I say that it would put in a reappearance in a hurry if I tried to drink from you. And a fight with a great, furry powerball in a squitty little prison just ain’t on my to-do list today.”
“Uh-huh,” nodded Oz. Well, that was…reassuring. Sort of.
There was an uncomfortable silence, in which Oz shifted from foot to foot and Spike internally bemoaned the fact that the bastards had taken away his cigarettes. He sat down heavily on the narrow cot, thinking how nice it would be to have a taste of all that sweet, tangy boy blood, thick with hormones. But it was true what he had said: if he tried it, he was likely to end up with a mouth full of fur and a few new holes.
He cast an appraising glance at Oz. The kid was small, but had a wiry strength and a quiet intensity about him. Raking his eyes over the naked body, he wondered whether a taste of sweet, tangy boy skin might not suffice just as well. He felt the first tendrils of lust snake through him and he tried not to grin predatorily.
“You cold?” he asked conversationally, seeing the light pebbling of goose-flesh over the kid’s bronzed skin.
“I’m ok,” he shrugged, looking over to see that the vampire was leaning back on his elbows, legs sprawled almost obscenely.
“You could get under the covers?” suggested Spike, trying to sound improbably innocent.
“Thanks, but…no. You could hand me one of those sheets?”
“I could,” agreed Spike, making no attempt to do so.
Oz watched him as he casually shifted, adjusting his position slightly. He tried not to notice the way that his groin was on display. Damn it! Ever since the wolf, he had been finding the most disturbing things irrationally appealing – and if being drawn to an evil, smirking, deadly creature of the night wasn’t irrational, then he didn’t know what was.
Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he caught the scent of the vampire’s low-key arousal – another lupine perk. His eyes flew wide and irresistibly fixated on the front of Spike’s jeans, where a bulge was slowly forming. Oh crap. This was bad.
Spike caught the look and laughed. Ah, so the kid kept his senses even when doggy retreated, did he? Excellent. Deliberately, he ran his hand down his torso and over one hip, leaving it to rest framing his burgeoning erection. “See anything you like?”
Oz snapped his eyes away from the vampire’s groin and sidled along the wall, further away from the cot. He suddenly wished that he wasn’t naked. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on not allowing the demon inside to respond. It occurred to him that he would rather that Spike was trying to drain him than this.
“C’mere, fido,” grinned the vampire, chuckling low and dark. The sound was disturbingly seductive.
“I don’t think so, Spike.”
“Oh, come on… Know you can smell me, kid. But, don’t forget, I can smell you too. And you know wot I’m getting? Delicious wafts of lust. You wanna play, dontcha?”
“No,” he denied.
“The demon does…I can feel it. Wants to know how good at sucking cock I am after more ‘n a century of practice…Wants to know wot it feels like to give in to that submissive canine urge and roll over for me…”
“Shut up!” Oz helplessly felt his dick hardening at the words. He breathed hard, trying to control himself, but that just drew the ever more potent scent of Spike’s lust into him. He felt as though he was swimming in deep, heady musk.
Spike grinned, deciding that he liked the Initiative much better than he had a few minutes ago. How thoughtful of them to give him a little playmate. He started stroking himself through his jeans, feeling his shaft growing to full hardness within the confines, deliberately making little groans and grunts.
“I’ll bet Red doesn’t scratch that itch for ya, does she? Doesn’t get deep inside where the wolf lives, satisfying the darkness and the hunger? I’ll give you wot you need…Teach some new tricks: ‘beg’ is my own personal favourite…”
Oz turned towards him and snarled, eyes flashing black for an instant, and Spike knew that he’d won. Even if the boy changed, it wouldn’t be in defensive panic, so he was no longer overly dangerous. The vampire leaped from the bed with frightening speed and pinned him up against the wall.
Oz grunted and turned his head to the side, trying to escape the sudden proximity of Spike’s vamped face, bent down towards him. He closed his eyes, all too acutely aware of the feel of cotton and denim against his naked skin. As Spike dragged a wet tongue up his throat, he gasped harshly and shuddered with desire.
“Oh yeah, you want it; isn’t that right?” mumbled the vampire against his skin, nipping lightly to draw small beads of blood. He moaned at the taste: full of stormy emotions, moonlight and caged power.
“No,” denied Oz, but there was no force behind it and he involuntarily nudged his groin against Spike’s leg, even as he tried to draw the rest of his body further away, back into the wall.
“Doesn’t feel much like ‘no’,” commented the blond, immediately drawing his thigh up and down so that the denim rubbed over the boy’s now fully erect cock. He whimpered slightly.
Hating himself a little for the way that he helplessly responded to the contact, riding Spike’s thigh, Oz tried half-heartedly to shove him away. The vampire caught his wrists, pinning one to the wall and using his hold on the other to direct an unwilling hand to his groin. He forced it up and down, continuing to rhythmically rock his leg and lick the kid’s neck.
As well as having the wolf inside, Oz was also an adolescent boy and before too long the intensely pleasurable sensations from the stimulation proved irresistible. Panting lightly, he stopped all pretence at struggling and arched into the vampire’s hard, muscular body. As Spike experimentally loosened his grip, he found that the human continued his ministrations unaided. He let go completely.
“You ever wondered before wot it would feel like to have another man’s dick inside you?” he asked, speaking close to Oz’s cheek, air ghosting across the corner of his mouth. The kid shook his head.
“You wondering now?” continued Spike.
Oz opened his eyes and turned back, bringing his lips perilously close to Spike’s, which were now soft and sensual as he had slipped back into his human visage. Hesitantly, he nodded.
The vampire grinned. Startlingly, astoundingly, he dropped to his knees in front of Oz and immediately drew his leaking erection into his mouth. He sucked hard, dragging the flat of his tongue over the underside and savouring the taste of pre-cum. Oz nearly fainted and he had to bite back a sound that would have been almost a scream; he had never felt anything like it and a dizzying rush of lust threatened to buckle his knees. These were not the soft, tender and hesitant laps that he was used to.
Spike supposed it was rather unusual for a vampire to be blowing a human this way, but he wanted to loosen the boy up and besides, he liked the taste of cock a little too much to worry about anything so trifling as standard etiquette. Getting the sense that Oz was about to collapse on top of him – poor lad probably wasn’t use to much skill or finesse – Spike withdrew his head with a few lingering licks and then reached up to pull the slight man down into his lap.
As he landed straddling the vampire, Oz took a moment to ask himself what the fuck he thought he was doing; but then Spike’s one hand was working his dick while the other trailed between his ass cheeks, a finger rubbing teasingly over his entrance, and he suddenly couldn’t think any more. The expert ministrations were inspiring sensations that he had never experienced before and he couldn’t prevent himself wanting more.
And, as the blond abruptly flipped them over so that Oz was flat on his back on the stone floor with the vampire nestled between his legs, he realised that the taunt about his submissive desires was unfortunately accurate. Feeling uncomfortably like a puppy that had rolled over to bare his belly, he didn’t struggle against Spike, but waited breathlessly for whatever was coming next.
Smiling, watching the dilated green eyes burn with fear and lust, the vampire sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth and changed briefly to slice a fang into them. Once they were coated with spit and blood, he manoeuvred the hand between them and forced them inside the boy, delighted to note that he moaned and thrust up into the sharp and unfamiliar pain.
Oz noticed the uncomfortable cold of the floor and the heavy weight of Spike and he was aware that he was in some pain, on his way to more and that he should be feeling afraid and outraged and disgusted. But all that he could feel was the heat and pleasure infusing him, calling to something dark and primal within him. He unconsciously opened his legs wider, resisting the insane urge to howl.
Spike was surprised by the boy and found himself itching to be inside. He would have continued even if Oz hadn’t been so obviously willing, but he preferred it this way: to be able to touch something deep and dark and powerful, to play with fire. Forcing himself on a helpless victim had always been more Angelus’ style than his.
“It’s gonna hurt,” he warned, continuing to pump the kid’s dick as he popped open his jeans and used the last of the blood to lubricate himself. “Try to use the wolf; tap into the strength, yeah?”
Oz nodded, concentrating on the intense excitement racing through him, scorching through his veins. This was so very wrong, but he just couldn’t seem to care.
As Spike pushed inside forcefully, he used his weight to keep the human pinned down, still jacking him off as a distraction. He felt him arch up violently, crying out through gritted teeth as his eyes swam with inky blossoms. Hopelessly excited, Spike gave him spare seconds to adjust before immediately thrusting in a hard, fast rhythm.
They fucked quickly, not quite brutally, on the ground, Oz gripping tightly to the vampire and surrendering entirely to physical sensation. The pain just seemed to heighten it, and Oz supposed that he wasn’t overly surprised about that considering how things had been with Veruca.
“So hungry for it,” murmured Spike, running tongue and teeth over the kid’s jaw, changing the angle of his thrusts and knowing that he had shown him something new when he shouted and bucked up ferociously. He sped up the motion of his hand, realising that the boy couldn’t last much longer and wanting to bring him to the edge before plunging his fangs deep.
He was over-excited himself by the way that this one person encompassed so many of the things he most liked. Human and warm and fragile, yet strong and preternatural and primordial too, both sweet and dark. His virgin ass was hot and tight, bleeding from the onslaught, but he liked it and was greedily pushing back for more. Spike felt his balls clench and draw up towards his body, false heat pooling in his groin.
As Oz shuddered, writhed and shouted out his powerful release, Spike bit deep and took long pulls of his rich, hybrid blood, tasting the pleasure as the smell of cum assaulted him. Grunting harshly, holding the boy in an iron grip hard enough to bruise, he barely managed three more strokes before he succumbed too, shooting long jets of seed inside Oz, whose muscles still fluttered and clenched.
As the fiery ecstasy began to ebb, Spike let the demon recede and kissed the human for the first time, caught up in the moment. Oz responded, tasting spent passion and cigarettes, wondering why he should be more disturbed that he was kissing the vampire than that he’d fucked him. He pushed the thought away, relaxing into the cool, wet attentions of Spike.
The kid was practically passing out from the force of his orgasm, his brain trying to offline to escape consideration of what he had done and how much he’d enjoyed it. Spike withdrew from him and lifted him gently, laying him down on the narrow bed. Quickly stripping out of the now cum-stained clothes that he hadn’t bothered to shed before, he threw himself down as well. It was necessary to fold himself half over the boy so that they would both fit and he did so, nuzzling close to the warmth and life.
Within moments they were both asleep.
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“Well, that was certainly unexpected,” commented Professor Walsh, writing something on her clipboard as she stared at the monitor with a clinically interested expression.
Riley Finn swallowed audibly behind her, mouth working as he tried to come up with an appropriate response.
Finally, he stuttered, “Perhaps I should go down and…transfer one of the hostiles to a different cell.”
“An excellent idea, Riley. It will be fascinating to observe whether any similar phenomenon occurs. Please carry on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, hurrying out of the room, his gait slightly hobbled.
He let himself into Cell 5B and locked it behind him, sidling along the north wall until he was beneath where he knew the camera feed to be hidden. As he noticed the two naked bodies begin to stir, he quickly reached up and prised open the disguised hatch, pulling out the optic wires. Somewhere above him, a screen went dead.
Hostile 17 – the vampire – looked up at him and grinned, scenting the air.
“Come to perform an experiment of your own, soldier boy?”
THE END.
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