Part five in the Candy Perfume Boys series
Candy Perfume Boy
Unusually, Giles had called a
Saturday morning meeting, but more usually, Xander was the last of the Scooby
Gang to show up at the Magic Box. He smiled and held up a yellow box as he came
in. “Observe, gentlemen,” he said addressing Riley, Giles and pointedly not
Spike. “The best line to attract women there ever was or will be.”
“I’ll pay you to sleep with
me?” Spike drawled.
Xander glared almost warmly at
the vampire. “That’s your line, Spike. I ran into Donovan, the guy who took
over my ice cream route. And he gave me… Free. Chocolate. Ice cream.”
Willow, Tara, and Buffy played
their parts and clambered around Xander, squealing as he passed out fudgesicle
bars. Riley took one and Giles declined. Lastly, Xander extended the box toward
Spike rolled his eyes. “No
thanks, Harris. I don’t like things that are cold and pointless.”
“A line you hear from the
women a lot, I bet.”
Buffy ripped hers open. “Ew!
It’s all frost bitten.” She eyed the ice crystals as if they were demon
“Hence the free,” Xander
explained. “Run a little water over them and they’re fine.”
Riley dropped his back into the
Xander unwrapped his ice cream
and chatted on. “Anya says to tell you all she’s getting over her cold, and
don’t worry about her, really. Which translates as I better go home with
Once the washing of the
chocolates had taken place and everyone settled down with admonishments from
Giles to not drip on the books, Giles settled in to telling them about the
Xander wasn’t listening. He
was working the fudgesicle in and out of his mouth in an attempt to tease Spike.
He had hoped he could be the one to watch Spike, but the vamp literally didn’t
bite. Spike was pointedly not looking his way. Apparently, he was paying
attention to Giles.
Spike kept his grin suppressed with some effort. The boy
so wanted him to notice, but to look his way could easily lead to their secret
trysts being discovered. The silly boy did not notice how clearly he was
reflected in the display case behind Giles. Spike watched almost jealously as
the chocolate slid in and out from between Xander’s full lips. The boy
wouldn’t do that for him. Well, not yet. Perhaps he meant it as an offer? Or a
request? Spike shifted on the stairs, making sure his duster was across his lap.
Giles faltered in his
pontificating, making Xander look his way, ice cream half in his mouth.
“What?” he mumbled, then took it out. Xander made a show of looking at the
table before him. “Did I drip?”
“Um, no.” Giles said,
clearing his throat. “But perhaps the treats should be finished before I tell
you what we are up against so they will no longer be a distraction.” Giles
turned and stalked off behind the register. Spike leaned back slightly and
peeked at the Watcher as his careful façade slipped.
Spike grinned as Giles bit his lip, closed his eyes, and adjusted the
bulge in his tweed trousers. Spike looked quickly back to the Scoobies. The
girls glanced at one another and broke out in giggles.
Riley looked uncomfortable and sat with his arms folded, staring
pointedly at his army-issue boots. Xander happily licked drips off the sides of
his treat with long strokes of his tongue, showing off a bit now that Spike was
finally looking his way. When Spike finally met his eyes with a carefully
schooled look of disinterest, the vampire saw the twinkle in the brown depths,
and looked away.
“Watcher, this isn’t leading
up to killing something right away, so I’m going to catch the CNN recap later.
It will be less boring.” Spike proclaimed, dropping their code word for
a rendezvous. “I’ll be at my crypt should I be needed." With a swirl of coat,
Spike made his exit through the basement door.
Fighting back a pout, Xander bit
off the chocolate in three bites and wrapped up the stick in the paper.
Giles, once more composed, came
back into the shop and cleared his throat. “Now, if snack time is over,
perhaps you would like to hear about what we have to kill before it kills us?"
The door to the sewers had no
sooner closed behind Spike than he pulled open the buttons on his jeans. He
closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall of the tunnel as he freed his
aching penis, wrapping his long fingers around it. He could see the cool ice
cream being slowly drawn in and out of those warm lips. He licked his own,
imagining kissing Xander with the over-sweet, sticky residue still on them. It
wasn’t long before the vampire shot long ropes of cum across the tunnel.
Happy, Spike strode off home, knowing that if Xander was half as teased as he
was, the boy would soon seek him out.
It was four in the evening
before Xander showed up carrying a red, white, and blue box. “Hey, Spike. I
thought I’d bring the Brit an American treat.”
Spike pretended to be disinterested and didn’t look away from the grainy rerun he was watching on his battered TV. “So why aren’t you at the Watcher’s? He’s Brit, too.”
“Because, well, Giles is
boring and doesn’t know any way to over come his boringness.”
Spike looked up at Xander,
attempted to keep a straight face, and failed. “So what about the big scary?
Everything get killed right and proper?”
“It was a mistranslation.
Seems the baddie is going to show up in Russia in five years.”
Spike stood and came over to the
boy. “So what took you so long?”
“I had to get away from Anya. She… clings.”
“And I just use and move on?” Spike asked with a tilt of his head.
Xander was startled by this observation. He didn’t feel used. Besides, it was mutual, he thought. “Um, well, it’s what we do. If you want to stop…”
Spike closed the gap between them and planted a firm kiss on the boy’s lips. “No, Pet. I like what we got. No head games. No hitting.” He cupped his hand around the boy’s growing erection and rubbed lightly. “And only the right kinds of friction.”
Xander gulped. “I… I brought some bomb pops.”
“And what are those?” Spike
teasingly brushed the boy’s lips with his own and slid his hand around to cup
the boy’s ass.
“I’ll show you…” Xander pulled away before he got too over-excited. He took a novelty out and ripped off the wrapper, revealing a red, white, and blue popsicle. “See? American. Three flavors.”
“I told you I don’t like cold and pointless, pet. Why bring them to me?”
“Well, um... you didn’t see me earlier…”
Spike grinned inwardly. He was
going to get a command performance. “See you what?” he asked teasingly.
“Well, uh… do this. But with
the fudgesicle.” Xander met the vampire’s eyes and started licking the treat
with long strokes of his tongue. Spike licked his own lips and watched hungrily.
Soon, the boy had the cold treat all wet and started to slowly slide it between
Spike bit his lip and undid his
jeans. “That’s lovely, Pet.” He purred. Xander worked the cold pop in and
out slowly, pausing only to lick stray drops off his hand. Spike worked his cock
as he watched. “Will you do that
for me, Pet?”
Xander looked away. “I don’t
think I can. Sorry. It’s just…”
Inwardly, Spike was
disappointed. He very much wanted to feel Xander’s hot lips around him. He
wanted to feel other things with the boy, too, but he knew how easily this
sexual agreement could end. “Shush. No worries. I’ll just do it for you,
shall I?” The two men quickly stripped, with Xander dropping his popsicle in
Spike guided the boy back to sit
on a stone bench covered with a warn, but clean blanket, knelt before him, and
unwrapped a new pop. “Three flavors? I bet I can find some way to add
another.” Grinning wickedly, Spike licked the bomb pop, wetting its surface
much the way Xander had. Looking the boy in the eye, Spike easily deep throated
it. Xander swallowed as the red, white, and blue bands vanished in the
vampire’s mouth. His cock jumped.
Spike took the bomb pop and ran
its red tip over Xander’s nipple, making it harden in the warm air of the
crypt. Xander sucked in a sharp breath, panting, as Spike dragged the tip over
to the other side of his chest. The cold treat was soon leaving rivulets of
sticky juice down Xander’s chest. Spike leaned in and licked off these trails
with a tongue seeming warm by contrast to the coldness.
Xander leaned back on his hands as he watched Spike ply his cold toy. Spike worked his way down, bypassing Xander’s throbbing cock, and then licked off trails along the boy’s legs and thighs. Spike liked the human saltiness mixing in with the cherrylimeraspberry flavor of the bomb pop. When he figured the boy was about to beg for attention for his ignored member, Spike ran the pop up his thigh and over his balls. Quickly, he followed the path with his tongue. He glanced up to see the panting boy watching him. Spike grinned. Buffy didn’t know what she was passing up. She didn’t want him, so he’d keep in practice with the wanker. In a fit of meanness, Spike repeated the movement, this time running the pop down between the boy’s spread legs, to coat the area between balls and anus. Xander jumped at this intrusion into forbidden territory. Before the boy could protest, Spike dove in and gathered the drops, snaking his tongue back and over Xander’s flesh. He lingered, licking around and under the tightening balls until Xander was moaning and thrusting upwards, unconsciously allowing the vampire more access. Spike took advantage of the boy raising up to snake his tongue back and take a swipe at the boy’s anus. He knew the boy had showered before coming over and knew he could be fearless.
He was rewarded by Xander gasping and freezing. Spike licked again and again, probing into the musty space. “Spike…” Xander breathed. “What… what are you doing?”
“Hummm?” Lick. “Should I…” Lick. “Stop?” Lick, lick.
“If you like… doing… that… no…”
“I like the way you like it.” Spike explored a little more, then pulled back. He trailed the cold pop over Xander’s hot erection, spreading sweetness all over it, and making it jump.
“Christ!” gritted Xander as
Spike’s long tongue wrapped around his hard shaft, cleaning off the sticky.
Spike tossed aside the pop, rose up on his knees, and looked up at Xander from
under dark lashes. “Enough sweet. I want salty,” he purred. Spike cupped
Xander’s balls with one hand, gently working them. With no preamble, Spike
took Xander down his throat. He could at least feel the boy inside him this way.
Spike buried his nose in the dark curls and scented the sugar of the pop mixed
with pre-cum and Xander musk. He purred his satisfaction, making his throat
vibrate around the hard cock filling it.
“God, Spike! You’re driving
“Hummmm?” Spike hummed a
question, further teasing the boy.
“Yes! Make me come already!
Grinning around his mouthful,
Spike started to slowly draw the cock in and out. Moving more and more rapidly,
it did not take long before Xander arched up into the vampire’s mouth,
shooting pent-up come. Spike drank it all down and licked away the last drops as
he coaxed them out.
Xander leaned forward, resting
his elbows on his knees until his breathing evened out. He opened his eyes to
see Spike sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking at him and slowly stroking
“You’ve not, yet,” Xander observed.
“No, I haven’t.” Spike looked down at his hard cock and back at Xander. “Will you help me with this?”
Xander looked uncomfortable.
“I can’t... I don’t want…”
“I know you don’t want me
inside you anywhere, Pet. Sit like this.” Spike stood, guided Xander to
straddle the bench and move closer to the end. Spike sat down between his legs
with his back to the boy, and brought the warm arms around him. “Hold me like
this, Love. Work me from there.”
Xander reached around the
vampire’s narrower chest, which actually fit nicely against him. His fingers
found pebbled nipples to pinch. Xander was surprised how nice it felt to hold
the vampire like this. Away from the unflinching blue of those eyes, he relaxed
and hitched a little closer until his semi-erect cock was trapped between them.
Spike purred and pressed back a little against Xander’s chest. Xander breathed
into the shell of the ear beside him, making Spike’s purr catch. Grinning,
Xander ran a dry tongue over the ear. “Oh, Pet,” Spike sighed.
Encouraged, Xander explored the ear and neck before him. Soon Spike was
sighing and stretching his neck like a cat responding to a good chin scratch.
Xander lipped at the nape of Spike’s neck, his breath stirring the short,
ungeled curls there.
“Oh, yes, Pet,” Spike
moaned. Spike took Xander’s hand, which had stilled in his focus on Spike’s
neck, and guided it down to his cock. Xander wrapped his fingers around the
shaft, and brought his other hand around to caress the vampire’s balls.
“Like this?” he murmured
against the vampire’s neck as he worked the hard cock.
Spike shuddered and brought a
hand up to cup the back of Xander’s head, his fingers twining in the thick
curls. “Teeth. There. Harder, Love.” Xander tentatively bit on the
vampire’s neck. Spike gasped and thrust up into Xander’s hands. “Harder.
Don’t hold back…” he gasped.
Xander hesitated, but feeling
the need quivering in Spike’s body, he drew flesh between his teeth and bit,
hard. Xander tasted a little copper as his teeth broke through. Spike cried out
and thrust into the hands working him. Xander worried the little wound, pumping
the softening penis slower and slower until Spike stilled his hands with a
touch. The hand slipped out of his hair to fall limp and Xander drew back to
observe his handy work. An oval of tooth marks showed red on the pale flesh of
the vampire’s neck. One small spot beaded blood where his canine had
punctured. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Huh? What ever the hell
for?” The vampire was leaning back against him, enjoying the warmth of the
boy’s chest against his back.
“I drew blood.”
Absently, Spike reached up and touched the wound. “That?” he chuckled. “That will be gone in an hour or so. But I hope this good feeling lasts a lot longer. That was delicious, Pet.”
“Yeah. Yeah it was.” Xander
was suddenly uncomfortable about lingering, talking over things with Spike. They
weren’t talking pals; they were… orgasm buddies, yet here he was holding
him. He pushed the vampire away. “I, uh, have to get back to Anya.”
“Oh, sure. The sick one.”
Spike stood up and stretched like a cat. Xander looked away before he could
admire the lean body too much.
“Better clean that up before
you get ants.’ Xander pointed to the melted multi-colored puddles of bomb
Spike shrugged, wandered over to his chair, picked up a cigarette and lighter, and lit one. “Sure. You run to your honey and I’ll clean up the mess. It’ll keep me from being bored a little while longer.” Spike exhaled a long plume of smoke and disinterestedly studied the mess.
Xander looked sharply at the
vamp’s use of their code word. What was this they had going on? One minute, it
seemed the vampire wanted to connect more, to become more, the next he was
snarky, loner dude again. Then again, Xander had to admit he felt the same way.
He knew himself too well. Either he was with someone or not. Right now, he was
with Anya and these trysts were… glorified masturbation. That was all.
Besides, what more could this evil creature offer him? It was sad, really
doughnut boy Xander being so starved for attention, he turns to a lonely vamp...
Spike looked up and met the
boy’s eyes. He thought he saw a flicker of something. Caring? Nah. Pity more
likely. Why would Xander want to stick around after he’d had his fun? “Well.
Shove off, wanker. I got things to do.”
“Right,” Xander nodded,
gathered his clothing, and dressed without a word.
“Say, Pet.” Xander looked
back from the door at the half-dressed vamp. “Thanks for the American
treats,” Spike grinned.
“Sure. They’re boring unless you share them, anyway.” With that, Xander left his secret life behind and returned to the real world where good human boys don’t find particular vampires sexy as hell.
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