Part four in the Candy Perfume Boys series
Candy Perfume Boy
Xander hesitated outside Spike’s crypt. He had something to ask Spike that only he could tell him. At least, he didn’t think Spike would think he was overreacting like Giles did.
Xander pushed the door open and
stuck his head in. “Knock, knock! Spike!”
“I’m right here, you don’t
have to shout,” came the vamp’s voice from the one comfy chair. Xander
hesitated. “Come in and close the door, you're getting the room all bright.”
Xander wandered in and perched
on the edge of the sarcophagus. “What cha up to?”
“Reading. You should learn how
some time.” Spike peered up at Xander from over his book. “Why? You
“Not really, well, that too,
but I have something I want to ask you about.”
“Dracula, right?” Disinterested, Spike turned back to his book.
“Um, yeah, how did you…”
“Poncy bugger thralled you.”
“Er… How do you know that?”
“I can smell his power on you,
pet. Lucky for you he just cast a spell and didn’t bite you. Although I
don’t know why he didn’t.” Spike shrugged. “His loss.”
“His power! His power is still
on me!” Xander hopped up and started to pace. “But Buffy killed him! It
should be gone!”
“Piffle. She didn’t kill
him, and it’s just some residual energy.”
“I need to get Giles to get it
off me!” Xander started toward the door.
“Calm down, I can do it.”
With a sigh, Spike dog-eared his page and tossed the book aside.
“You can? You know magic?”
Spike pushed himself out of his
chair and started rummaging around in a cabinet. “You don’t live as long as
I have and hang out with a magically-inclined loony like Dru without picking up
some stuff. It’s not much, just a cleansing spell, but it should work.”
Spike came up with a cigar box and pulled out a smudge stick.
Spike lit the smudge stick,
blowing on it until it produced a trail of pungent smoke. “Stand still,
relax,” he ordered. Spike walked three times counter-clockwise around Xander,
chanting under his breath and spreading the smoke.
That done, he snubbed out the
smudge stick and dropped back in his chair. “You’re clean. Well, as clean as
you ever are. Although I can’t say I completely dislike your natural musk.”
“Yeah. So what else worries
you about this ponce?”
Xander took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. “The sex, Spike. He used sex to manipulate me. I… I
wanted him. It wasn’t right. Me wanting a…” He saw the look Spike was
giving him. “A poofy, over-dressed, pasty count like him. I mean you’re
pale, but he’s dead white. So unattractive.”
“I know how it works, Pet.
“Apart from the ick factor of
bug eating. And I’m sick of being the butt monkey, by the way.” Spike shot
him a look, which clearly spelled out that he’d never had the pleasure, which
Xander waved away. “Well, it was… kinda exciting.”
Spike sat up straighter. “What
“Being… controlled. I mean,
he could have asked me to do anything…”
“But he didn’t. I mean. He
didn’t touch my… you?”
Xander quirked a brow at
Spike’s slip but let it go. “No. Fortunately for me he had his hots set for
Buffy and had me bring her to him.”
“I should dust the creep for
that,” Spike muttered. “Coming into my town, messing with my people. And he
still owes me eleven pounds. Although with interest it’s a couple of thousand
“Can you thrall people, Spike?” Xander asked suddenly, getting excited at the thought despite himself.
Spike quirked a brow and smiled wickedly. “I can,” he answered, his voice low. He'd never admit Dracula could do something he couldn't.
“Have you thralled me, Spike? I mean, I don’t know why I keep thinking about… Not that I really mind, ‘cause I secretly like it.” Xander cut off his own babble and sighed. “I just want to know.”
“No, Pet. What ever you do,
it’s all in your own head. If I chose to pull someone’s strings, do you
think it would be yours?”
Xander was surprised how much
that remark hurt. “Oh. Probably not. So you just mess with me ‘cause
Spike rose gracefully from his
seat, prowled up close to Xander, and looked him deep in his eyes. “You
interest me. You… please me. Do you want me to thrall you?
“How… how does it work?”
Xander felt his excitement returning.
“You just listen. If a person
is… open to me. Are you open to me, Xander?”
Spike brought a hand up and
gestured melodramatically at Xander. “You will do as I say. I will use you
fairly and as I please.”
“Address me properly,
Spike grinned wickedly.
“Undress me, whelp.”
Respectfully, Xander removed
Spike’s clothes, laying them neatly on a bench. When he was nude, Xander
stepped back, not looking at the lean, pale body before him.
“Look at me, whelp.” Spike
commanded. “I know you desire me. Look at what you desire.”
Hesitantly, Xander raised his
eyes and looked over Spike. This was not right. He shouldn’t be getting so
turned on by looking at Spike. Touching him and being touched was just a…
masturbation thing, but this looking was wrong. Still, Spike’s body was a work
of art. All clean muscles and pale skin. Xander felt his cock strain against his
“Undress yourself, now, whelp.” Swallowing hard, Xander complied. He blushed under the vampire’s unashamed appraisal. “Now come over here.” Xander respectfully came to stand before Spike, keeping his eyes squarely on the muscular chest. “Kneel before me, whelp.”
Xander’s eyes snapped up.
“No. I mean, I’ll play along, but I’m not gonna…” Xander sputtered.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Pansy.
You can’t even say ‘suck your cock.’ Fine. We’ll play another game. Turn
“Exit only, Spike!”
Spike tamped down his disappointment, but covered it by taking command of the situation. He took Xander’s hips and ordered him. “Turn around, whelp."
“No, Spike you know I
“Quiet. I heard you. Game’s
changed.” Spike turned the boy around and pushed him to lean against he wall.
He ran his long fingers over the boy’s muscular and tanned back. He smiled at
how the skin quivered under his cool, light touch. He pressed his hands flat, slid them around to the boy’s
chest, stepped close, and laid his chest against the broad, tanned back before
him. His hard cock dug against a hollowed cheek.
Spike breathed on the back of
Xander’s neck, pressing his erection against the boy’s flank. “Feel that,
whelp?” The boy nodded. “That’s what you do to me. It’s you making me
hard.” Xander groaned in reply. Spike ran a hand down to grasp the boy’s
growing erection. “Am I the cause of this?” Spike squeezed.
“God yes, Spike.” Xander
started to turn, but Spike held the larger man still with a hand on his chest.
“Stay there.” Spike’s voice was a low rumble. “You know,” he said, sniffing at Xander’s neck. First one side, then the other, like an animal scenting prey. He could hear the boy’s heart quicken. “I think if you let me, I could bite you.”
“Spike…” Xander choked. Had the chip stopped working? What was the vampire playing at?
“Shhh,” Spike breathed in
his ear. “I just said maybe I could.” Xander heard a familiar crackle and
turned his head to see Spike’s demon features close to his own.
“Do what I say, and I won’t bite.” A shuddering thrill ran through
Xander. He got the game now.
“Yes, Master,” he breathed.
Spike worked the length of
Xander’s cock as he pressed against him. He growled low in his chest and
sniffed at the boy again. “You didn’t lie. No other vampire’s touched
“N… no Master. Only you.”
“Perhaps I should make my
claim more… obvious.” Spike opened his mouth wide and pressed the points of
his longest fangs against the boy’s neck. Xander quivered under him, his knees
wobbling. Spike drew back and licked the spot instead of biting. “What do you
think?” Spike worked his cock and tweaked a nipple. “The tiniest of sips and
no other vamp would dare touch you.”
Looking back at Spike, Xander
slipped out of character. “Really? I mean, that would be a good thing, but
Spike snarled and squeezed the
cock in his hand, almost painfully hard. “Quiet, whelp. Do you really think
yourself worthy of that?”
“Well, no…” Xander lowered
his head again.
Spike fought to regain control of the game. “Think.” He licked the length of the boy’s neck. “Let me taste and I’ll know you better. And you can better please me.”
Xander swallowed. He’d come
close to being bitten before, but it had never happened. He had to admit that
his Spike fantasies had involved being bitten, but only a tiny bit bitten.
“Yes, Master. Although I’m barely worthy enough to allow even a drop of my
blood to be drunk by you.”
“That’s right,” Spike
purred. His cock grew even harder in anticipation. The boy would allow him a
taste. He turned Xander around and pressed him back against the wall. Xander
swallowed, his eyes flicking over the demon before him.
Spike growled and pressed against him again. “Touch me,” he
Xander startled and brought his
hands up to wrap his fingers around Spike’s hard cock. It may have just been
his imagination, but it seemed somehow different; larger and… more curved.
Before he could look or question, Spike leaned in, opening his mouth wide.
Xander froze, panting through his mouth.
Spike paused, experiencing
Xander’s fear and excitement with his demon senses. The chip, the damned
sodding chip. If it fired, the fun would end. “I want to bite you, Xander. I
want a tiny taste… If I may, say so.” His lips moved against Xander’s
skin, making him shiver again.
“Spike… Master. Please. Take
a smidge…” Xander raised his chin, providing a clear invitation.
Spike chose his target
carefully, and, using a skill learned long ago, made a puncture no bigger than
that from a rose thorn. The chip merely tingled, and he let the demon face drop.
He growled and felt the boy’s heart beat against his chest. He drew out
several drops of blood and rolled them around on his tongue. “Xanderrrrrrr,”
he purred. “You taste so sweet.”
“God!” Xander gasped.
“Work me, Pet. Make me
come.” Even as he spoke, Spike brought his hand up to Xander’s leaking cock.
Xander pressed Spike’s head
back to the wound. “Just there, Spike, lick…” His request was cut short
when Spike licked the wound again using the barest tip of his tongue, collecting
the beaded blood. Xander reacted by pumping Spike’s cock, even as the vampire
worked his. Soon, they were both coming, leaning on each other.
They stood, gasping and
supporting one another with heads on shoulders and hands on hips for several
minutes until Spike left Xander to slide down the wall as he staggered to his
chair and flopped down. “So… do you feel… thralled?” Spike gasped.
“Oh, yeah. Not bored and
thoroughly thralled.” Xander smiled.
“Good, fetch me a beer, whelp.”
Some weeks later:
“Spike, one thing bothers me
“Our last encounter?” Spike
asked, arching an eyebrow. Xander darted looks all around the Bronze to make
sure no one was eavesdropping. Spike rolled his eyes. “No one here but us
wankers, Pet. I already told you I didn’t really thrall you.”
“That’s not it. You said
Dracula owes you eleven pounds. What was the wager?”
Spike grinned. “Buy me a drink
and I’ll tell you.”
Xander let Spike order the most
expensive beer on the menu and sat down at a small table with him. “It was in
“Nineteen ‘30’s?” Xander
“Yeah. I wasn’t alive in the
1830’s. Anyway. We met up in Paris. The ponce was still riding on his book
fame, you see. And he comes in this club all swirly cape and too-pale skin.
Well, there was this pretty bloke I’d had my eye on all evening. Who do you
think Dracky makes a bat-line for?”
“You were after a guy?”
“Well, yeah. Where you been?
This guy was beautiful. Thick black hair, angelic green eyes, tight body. Ugh!
Even the straightest of blokes were saluting him. Anyway, so I goes over to Drac
and point out I’ve already bought the prize two drinks. He calls me irrelevant
and tries to sideline me. So I take him aside and we work out this agreement. I
bet him I could get the prize to walk out of there with me rather than him.”
“Why eleven pounds?”
“Bar tab.” Spike sat back and savored his beer.
“And what? The boy snubbed
Drackie and went home with me!”
“That’s it? What happened
“I took him home, played with
him, and ate him. For dinner. Next night I went back to the bar to find my tab
unpaid. Ungrateful looser.”
“You ate him?’
“It’s what I did, Pet. Maybe I’ve matured. I like to keep the pretty ones around now.” Spike drained his beer and left Xander to figure out just how and if he’d been complimented.
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