Close Encounters
My S/X Pornathon assignment. It's my third attempt at true NC-17 material and the first available for public consumption. I'm shaking in my metaphorical boots right now. Seriously.

On that note, consider the vacancy sign at the Constructive Criticism Motel lit. Leave it here at no charge.

Close Encounters
[Spike/Xander] [Rating: NC-17]

Disclaimer: I don't own them. And can I just add, how unfair is that?

Summary: Spike and Xander work through some of their...issues.

Authors Note: Written for elenabtvs as part of the S/X Pornathon. Originally, I planned for more sex of the kinky/dirty variety, and sooner, but it wouldn't work with me. *kicks not-really-a-plot bunny*, so this must suffice. Other than that, I hope all's clear.



"Please tell me this isn't happening," Xander begged, head in his hands, voice muffled as he sat with his back against the wall on the floor in The Magic Box's training room, knees bent tightly to his chest

"This isn't happening," Spike said solemnly, stretched out on his side across from Xander, head raised and resting in his palm.

"You know I gotta say, for an evil, nefarious vampire, you really suck when it comes to lying," Xander confessed, lifting his head.

"Do not."

"Yes. Yes, actually you do.

"Well of course you're gonna say that when you know I'm not telling you the bloody truth."

"So this really is happening." It wasn't a question.

"Yep," answered Spike regardless. A quicksilver grin graced his face.

"God, you're so incredibly annoying. More so than I ever gave you credit for. This is all your fault, you know that right?" Xander demanded.

"He who points the finger--"

"Oh, shut up! I can't deal with any of your cryptic shit right now, Spike. So please, spare me."

"The man of violent temper pays the penalty--"

"You are so beyond aggravating right now that it's not even funny. I swear if I had a stake with me I'd be dancing the jig on your ashes in about...ohhhh," breaking off in a show of contemplation. "Ten minutes ago."

"Now Xander, that's not nice," Spike tsked. "Besides, you've got a stake in your back pocket and haven't flashed it once. I'd bet twenty quid it's gonna stay that way. Odds're in my favor."

"Don't go jumping to conclusions, buddy."

"Oh please, you're all talk and no action."

"Don't tempt me, Spike."

"For to tempt and to be tempted are things very nearly allied--"

"This is gonna be a very long day," Xander nearly whimpered, accompanied by a deep, drawn out sigh.

"Got that right." Pause. "Drama queen."



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Two hours had passed and Xander hadn't moved an inch. Spike on the other hand was a completely different story. In a completely different book. On a completely different planet. In a completely different universe. He was like a whirlwind of pent up energy, touching anything he could get his evil, disgusting hands on, and attacking most of it. Apparently Spike had some personal vendetta against the target board and empty Starbucks cups milling around.

He was currently rifling through some of the storage boxes stacked against the far wall.

"Boring. Boring. Boring," each repetition was emphasized with some object or another being chucked over Spike's shoulder. Xander'd already been hit with two rolls of paper towel and a large, porous sponge. Luckily, the glass jars had missed him.

"Aha! Jackpot."

"Spike, what are you doing?" Xander asked, with as much contempt as he could muster.

Spike ignored him.

"What are you up to?" Xander tried again.

"None of your business," Spike stated simply.

"I'm locked in a room with you, whatever you're doing is more than my business."

"You'll see."

"I don't want to see, I want you to tell me. Now."

"Yeah, well, not gonna happen."

"Can nothing ever be simple with you?"

"Nah. Not really."

"And why is that exactly?"

"Because, Harris," Spike said as he glanced at Xander with a glint of something impossible to place in his eyes. "I'm not a simple man."



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Turned out Spike had found the stash of permanent markers. He had a hell of a time drawing fangy figures on the wall, which Xander assumed were supposed to be Spike himself though with stick figures it's kind of hard to tell, along with words Xander had never even heard before but must be dirty, filthy, and downright nasty because Spike had written them, after all.

Xander had merely shaken his head when Spike drew a robust womanly figure on the punching bag, complete with an overexaggerated bust and big, country singer-esque hair. There was a bubble drawn next to her head in which Spike had written: You are the most evil vampire I have ever met. Way more evil than Angelus. Where are my new shoes? That earned a chuckle from Xander.

"Spike, you've had your fun now. Put the markers away."

"'M not finished yet."

"I'm getting a headache. Human. Fumes. Closed room. Put 'em away."

"Fine, quit your bellyachin'," Spike relented. "Weak, soddin' mortals," was mumbled under his breath as he relinquished the markers and flopped down across a strewn floor mat.

Xander sighed.

Spike sighed louder.

"This is pointless," Xander said, frustration ringing loud and clear in his voice.

"You're preachin' to the wrong person, Harris. I can't get us out of here."

"Who do they think they are anyway? So we don't get along, big deal right? No, of course not. It's all, 'bring in the firing squad, stat! We have a red alert, nobody move. Isolate the specimens and hold them in captivity until further notice'. I mean really, what do they think is gonna happen? We're gonna walk outta here best friends forever? Come on. It's ridiculous."

"Try telling them that."

"I said it was ridiculous. I didn't say I had a death wish."

"Good point."



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"No!"

"Come on Xander, don't be such a chicken shit."

"And again I say, no!"

"Why not?"

"Are you insane?" Xander asked, deadpanned.

A blank look from Spike was his only response.

"Do you really think I'm gonna let you near any part of me with a pair of scissors?"

"Just a trim, I swear."

"Yes. Let's trust the soulless demon who's out to exact revenge on me in any way possible."

"You don't trust me?" Spike asked in a falsely sweet tone.

A blank look from Xander was his only response.

"You're no fun," Spike pouted, if it was possible for vampires to pout.

"Got that right," Xander stated firmly. Pause. "Drama queen."

Spike scoffed and rolled his eyes.

For a split second Xander could have sworn he saw just a hint of a smile.



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Five and a half hours. Xander had been locked in a room with the evil undead, the ultimate epitome of irritation, for five and a half hours. It was coming down to crunch time. Drastic measures might have to be taken. God help them all.

"That's it," Xander exclaimed as he jumped up from his spot for the first time since they'd been thrown into this--this--cell. His determination was sidelined, however, by the searing pain that shot up his left leg and the tightness that followed in it's wake. He began an undignified dance which involved him clutching his leg and hopping in uneven circles, chanting 'ow' over and over like a mantra. Some might call it magical. It was a good thing that those people were kept in padded rooms, away from society. Much like Xander and Spike.

"What the bleeding hell is wrong with you?"

"Leg. Cramp," Xander wheezed out.

"Obviously, you great dolt. What I meant was why'd you go jumping up like your ass was on fire in the first place?"

"Get. Out."

"Believe me, I'd love nothing more."

"No. Bang. On door. Get out."

"Yes, banging on the door, excellent plan, why didn't I think of that? Oh, right, I did. No go, remember? The witch was all, 'no you have to work out your issues', and the slayer was all, 'we can't stand it anymore', and the watcher was all, 'I concur'. Ringin' any bells? And for God's sake, would you stand still?"

"Can't. Jerk."

"Bloody hell...get over here."

"What?"

"Come. Here."

"Why?" Xander asked suspiciously, brow furrowed.

"Just quit the hopping and get over here. Hurry the hell up."

"Jerk."

"Bastard, asshole, fucker, heard 'em all before. Sit down."

Xander fell to the ground in a heap.

"Ow!"

"Lay back," Spike commanded, pushing on Xander's shoulder.

"Hey! What're you--"

"Shush."

"Don't you shush m--oh."

Spike smirked. Xander groaned.



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Magic hands. Wonderful magic hands. Wait, magic hands leaving his leg, no!

"Feel better, Harris?"

"Huh?" Xander answered, intelligently.

"Thought so."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"That would involve moving, which is out of the question. Atleast for the next ten years or so."

"Knew I was good, but now you're just stroking my ego."

"I'm not stroking your anything, buster."

"Not yet."

"Fuck off."

"Make me."

Xander groaned. Spike smirked.



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"If you love me you'll open this damn door," Xander yelled.

"We can't do that Xander, this is for your own good," came Willow's muffled response.

"Locking me in a room with a vampire is for my own good? Wow, you guys are great friends. How will I ever thank you enough?" Xander asked, bitterly.

"Don't be like that Xander," Willow pleaded.

"Yeah, don't be like that Xander," Spike repeated.

"And you," Xander screeched, reeling around and pointing an accusatory finger at Spike. "You are taking way too much pleasure from this. What's your deal anyway?"

"Hey," Spike exclaimed, throwing up his hands in the traditional it wasn't me pose. "I'm just making the best of a bad situation."

"There is no best in this situation!" Xander cried.

"Calm down," Spike said gently.

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Alright, alright, just listen, mate. What say we give it an hour or so and just pretend we worked all our shit out. It'll be a performance worthy of a fucking Oscar."

"I heard that," came through the door.

"Will this torture never end?" Xander cried, plaintively.

"Not while I'm here," Spike said with a grin.



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"I hate to be the one to say this, but maybe we should talk," Spike said.

"We are talking."

"No, I mean really talk. It doesn't look like we're getting out of here any other way."

"I refuse to submit," Xander exclaimed, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Funny, that. I took you for quite the sub, myself."

"Spike, if I never saw you again, ever, it would be too soon."

"Thank you, Xander. You're too kind."

"Why can't you just act like a decent human being for once?"

"This may be a shot in the dark, but maybe because I'm a vampire?"

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't know what you mean. I never know what you mean. You're a hard person to suss out, Harris."

"I hate you. What's so hard to understand about that?"

"The look in your eyes when you say it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you already know."

"Humor me."

"You have this look, see, almost like those people who swim with sharks."

"And you say I'm hard to understand?" Xander asked incredulously.

"Let me finish. Those people, they know the shark is dangerous, they know it could kill them in a heartbeat, but they want the close encounter, the thrill. They crave it. And it shows in their eyes."

"So you're saying I want to swim with sharks?"

"No, I'm saying you're looking for a close encounter."

"With sharks?" Xander asked, his tone dropping. Clearly Spike was insane.

"With me," Spike clarified.

"You're dreaming."

"Am I?"

"What, you think inner-Xander's some freak secretly wanting a taste of the dark side?"

"That's not what I said."

"That's exactly what you said. Just in more words."

"No, what I said was I think inner-Xander's some freak secretly wanting a taste of me."

"I hate you."

"That's what you say. But that's not what I hear."

"Funny, that's exactly what I hear."

"Then maybe you need to listen more closely."



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Xander paced furiously back and forth in the center of the room. Despite Spike's best efforts, which in truth weren't all that great, Xander hadn't said another word to him. Hadn't even acknowledged him, unless you count the venomous glare he received after commenting on the boy's ass. He just wanted to get a rise out of him. No pun intended.

Spike leaned calmly against the wall as he watched Xander's movements. Back and forth, back and forth. With his head bowed and his too-long hair veiling his face he chewed on a thumbnail. Back and forth, back and fo--he stopped suddenly and spun around to face Spike.

"Why would you say that?"

"It's true. You've got a great ass. Ask any of the girls, hell even the watcher would admit as much."

"Not that. Jesus."

"Then what?"

Xander paused before answering, considering his best course of action.

"Okay let's say, hypothetically speaking, I did want a...close encounter," Xander said, tentatively, "of some kind. Why would you think I'd want it to be with you?"

"Well, for starters, look at me. I'm bloody gorgeous."

"And not at all conceited," Xander added, sarcastically.

"Secondly, you didn't deny the fact that I'm bloody gorgeous."

"And that's your basis?"

"Thirdly, if you didn't want me you'd have found a way out of here by now."

"Oh yeah? Then why haven't you found a way out, huh?"

"Maybe I'm looking for a close encounter of my own."



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"Okay, did you just leer at me?" Xander asked in disbelief.

Spike pushed himself away from the wall in one smooth motion, intent shining his eyes. Evil intent. Oh, God.

"Xaaaaander," Spike sing-songed as he sauntered forward. "Give us a kiss."

"Wh--what are you doing?" Xander stammered, sidestepping Spike's advance, eyes wide.

"Workin' through my issues," Spike explained, smirking. "You should do the same."

Xander's gulp was audible in the vast expanse of empty air.

"I don't want this," Xander all but whispered.

"Say it again," Spike demanded lightly, stepping closer.

"I don't want this," Xander said, a littler louder.

"Say it again, and this time? Listen carefully." Closer still.

"I don't want...," Xander trailed off.

"You don't want what, Xander?" Face to face now.

"This," Xander whispered before leaning forward and capturing Spike's lips with his own in a searing kiss while his hands took on a mind of their own. They travelled north, skimming up a hard chest, snaking around a slim neck, his fingers tangling in stiffly gelled hair. A harsh bite on his bottom lip drew a gasp from Spike and Xander went for the kill, swooping into the cool cavern of Spike's mouth, tongues twisting, teeth gnashing. There was a time and place for sweet, lingering kisses...and this wasn't one of them.

Just when Xander thought he might faint dead away from lack of oxygen, Spike pulled away, gasping in unneeded air.

"This is so wrong," Xander breathed, pressing his forehead to Spikes.

"Makes it all the better."

"Good point."

A grin from Spike and they were kissing again. Devouring each other and God, but Xander had never felt anything quite like it. He felt like the proverbial drowning man, clutching at Spike as if his very life depended on it. Xander supposed maybe it did. Then again, that could just be the fact that every ounce of blood in his body was rushing to one organ. And it sure as hell wasn't his brain.

Cool hands that no longer seemed evil, nor disgusting, found their way under the hem of Xander's t-shirt. Black, chipped nails scraped a path across his smooth, tan stomach, the muscles rippling in response.

"Lift up," Spike commanded softly as he nudged Xanders arms upwards. Xander complied. At that moment he was pretty sure he would have got down on hands and knees and barked like a dog if Spike told him to. The shirt was lifted up and over his head in one swift move. It's removal had the impact of a brick wall being shattered between them, bringing them that much closer to blessed skin on skin contact that just didn't seem to be coming fast enough.

"Sweet Jesus," Xander muttered, dropping his head back when Spike leaned forward and licked a slow, broad swipe up the side of Xanders neck all the way to his ear.

"Call me anything you like, baby," Spike purred into his ear, biting the lobe gently. Xander groaned as Spike left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along Xander's jaw, reaching his lips and nibbling at the corners. Taking the bottom lip between his teeth Spike sucked deeply, keeping his eyes trained on Xanders face, waiting for him to open his eyes.

The moment his gaze met Spikes, Spike let the lip slowly slip from its hold.

"Xander, if you're gonna stop this, say so now, 'cause we take this any further and I won't let that happen."

"Is that a threat?," Xander asked.

"More of a warning."

"Consider me warned, then. Now where were we?," he asked, gazing hungrily at Spike's mouth. Spike grinned.

"Right about here," he said as he took a step back.

"No! No, no, no, we were much, much closer than that."

"Shhhhhh," Spike grinned, raising a single finger to Xander's lips. "Relax."

In the blink of an eye Spikes shirt, his duster having been discarded hours ago, had joined Xanders in a puddle on the floor.

"Wow. That's--" Xander started, but his sentence was cut off as Spike reached over to hook a finger in a belt loop on Xander's jeans, tugging him forward and Oh. My. God. Xander gasped. Close encounters, indeed. Before that thought even left his head, Spike was sliding ever so slowly down his body, sinking to his knees.

A quick kiss to Xanders bellybutton and Spike was leaning over to untie Xanders shoes, getting rid of first one then the other. The socks went next. Spike straightened and tilted his head back, looking Xander in the eyes. He ran his hands up the sides of Xanders denim-covered thighs, inch by inch, his gaze never wavering.

"Undo your belt," Spike whispered.

With shaking hands, Xander managed to undo the buckle on the third try.

"Take it off."

Xander pulled the belt out loop by agonizing loop before chucking it to the ground.

"Now, undo your jeans."

Xander bit back a moan at Spike's command. He nearly lost it when he couldn't get the button undone.

"Relax, Xander," Spike said softly, moving his hands from Xanders thighs to his wrists, stilling his hands. "Just relax." Spike used his grip on Xanders wrists to push his hands off to the side before taking up their position at the button and popping it open swiftly, pulling the zipper down in quick succession.

Spike pushed the jeans over Xanders hips, taking his boxers with them, and let them pool at Xanders feet. Xander's moan escaped him this time, as the air hit his already throbbing cock. The first touch of a cool hand as it wrapped around his length and an even cooler tongue as it swept across the head nearly had Xander soaring over the edge. Abruptly, the coolness was gone.

It was all Xander could do to remain standing since it appeared someone had traded his legs in for sticks made of rubber. When he finally managed to open his eyes and attempt to focus, his breath caught. Spike was right, he was bloody gorgeous. Naked was a really good look for him, he should try it more often.

All thoughts flew from Xanders mind like a wild flock of seagulls as Spike started towards him.

"Lie down Xander," Spike gestured towards several mats that covered a portion of the floor. Fat lot of good it did, Xander wasn't really listening. He was much too busy staring at naked Spike, thank you very much. Spike walked up to Xander and wrapped his arms around his waist and oh, sweet friction. Xander couldn't help his involuntary thrusts, because who'd have ever thought this could feel so good? This was better than any drug. Hell, this was better than chocolate.

Spike ducked his head and took one of Xanders dusky nipples in his mouth. He sucked gently and flicked the hardening nub with his tongue before withdrawing. He gently blew a breath of cool air across it before moving on to its neglected twin.

This felt like a fucking out-of-body experience, beyond imagining really. All Xander wanted was more, more, more.

"Lie down, Xander."

That one got through, and quicker than Xander could say fuck me, please, he was being lowered onto the mats. Wow, this really was Xander's day. Why had it been so awful before? He couldn't quite remember. His legs were being pushed to his chest by a naked Spike, a naked Spike who's head just disappeared, so who could blame him? Wait. Legs, chest, naked Spike. Reality sure picks the worst damn time to kick in.

Spike must have sensed the sudden tension in Xander's muscles and the waves of uncertainty washing off of him because suddenly Spike's head came back into view.

"Xander?"

No answer.

"Want me to stop?"

Did he want Spike to stop? Xander pondered. Sure he'd been riding an intense wave of pleasure since the Xaaaaaaander earlier, but was he ready for...this?

Xander locked his eyes with Spikes and took a deep breath. Slowly he shook his head no.

A smile from Spike. A smile, not a grin, leer, smirk, or sneer, and his head was gone again. And Holy. Shit.

"Holy shit." Did he say that out loud? Oh, who fucking cares. There was a tongue where no tongue had ever been before and Xander didn't ever want it to leave. But it did, and Xander couldn't help but cry out because Jesus, he wanted it back. He was so hard, he couldn't even think straight, no pun intended. The tongue didn't come back but suddenly something just as slick pushed it's way inside and Xander cried out again.

Spike had two fingers imbedded in Xander's passage. The heat was overwhelming and it took everything Spike had not to just drive into the boy and fuck him through the floor. The way he writhed on Spike's fingers, back arched off the floor, every muscle taut as his head thrashed back and forth. And the sounds. The pretty little cries and breathy moans. He slipped a third finger in.

Fireworks flashed behind Xander's eyes. God, why had he waited so long for this? More. He needed more.

"More, more, more, more," Xander unconciously chanted over and over as he moved his hips to meet every thrust of Spike's fingers.

Xander whimpered when Spike withdrew his fingers, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Look at me. Look at me, Xander. Open your eyes."

Xanders eyes flew open, wide and glazed with passion.

"Are you ready?," Spike asked quietly.

Xander nodded, wrapping his legs around Spike's waist.

Spike supported himself with one hand flat on the mat as the other swung beside him and grasped Xanders knee. He pushed in slowly and paused when he met resistance.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," Xander pleaded with a thrust upwards, breaking the resistance.

"Oh fuck," Spike groaned when he felt his balls come flush with Xanders ass.

"Move," Xander breathed. And Spike wasted no time in following orders. Slowly at first as he pulled almost all the way out, just the head of his cock left inside Xander's body, before he sunk back in. Again, and again.

"Faster."

Spike complied as he tried to find just the right--

A high keening wail flew from Xander's mouth.

--angle.

"Holy fuck," Spike breathed.

"Harder. Harder. Harder," Xander panted. "Spike..."

Spike made to reach for Xander's weeping cock, but his hand was knocked away by Xander, shaking his head frantically.

"Xander..."

"Fuck me," said Xander, staring straight into Spike's blue-turned-black eyes.

"Christ, Xan."

"Fuck me."

"Oh, hell." Spikes hips sped up to almost superhuman speed, which made sense actually.

"Fuck me, Spike. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck--" Xander broke off into a strangled cry as ribbons of come spurted from his cock, coating his stomach and chest.

"Shit," groaned Spike, falling into his own orgasm, torn from him by the spasming muscles that clenched his cock.

Spike collapsed on Xander, every muscle having turned to mush. He buried his head in the crook of Xander's neck.

"Oh. My. God," panted Xander.

"Yeah that about sums it up, mate," was the muffled reply.

"What a way to work through issues."

"Got that right," Spike agreed.

A deadly silence filled the room.

"We're gonna have more issues, right?" asked Xander hopefully.

"Oh, hell yeah."


THE END