Suppressed Desires
By Michelle
Chapter One
The spell was cast a few hours before dawn. A single robbed figure knelt before a small cauldron on a ridge that overlooked Sunnydale. A circle of stones surrounded him, almost glowing with power. A long, thin staff was on the ground at his side.
"Almighty chaos, give me the power to open the door," the figure intoned, throwing several different herbs into the cauldron. "Almighty chaos, give me the power to make them want and make them act. Almighty chaos, give me the power!"
As he uttered the last word the figure plunged the staff into the cauldron. Bolts of lightening shot down from the sky and hit the staff, making it glow brightly. A moment later the light left the staff in a white wave that covered the entire town before it disappeared.
Several minutes after the spell was completed the figure stood and walked over the edge of the ridge. He pushed the hood of his robe back and allowed himself a satisfied smile.
"Show time."
---
It had started out as a normal day on the Hellmouth. Xander woke up, banished any lingering images of Spike from his dream, went through his morning ritual, and arrived at work on time. He did his duty and made sure things in his little corner of the construction site ran smoothly. He joked with his co-workers and ate lunch at same time he always did. If a few of his co-workers looked at him in a funny way, well, he normally got strange looks, so he thought nothing of it.
When his shift was over, he went to the Magic Box to hang out with his friends and possibly save the world. He passed several men locked in passionate embraces on the way, but he barely noticed. Homosexuality hadn't triggered his wierdmeter, a weak version of Buffy's Slayersense, since after Spike had stayed in his basement.
Things were even relatively normal when he entered the Magic Box. Anya was like a dragon protecting its gold behind the cash register. Giles was sitting at the research table, head bent over some ancient tomb and a cup of tea. Buffy wasn't in the main part of the shop, but he saw her bag by the table and figured she was training in the back. Willow and Tara hadn't gotten to the shop yet. Spike was no where to be seen, which he felt both relieved and upset about.
"What's going on?" he said as he walked to lean against the counter.
"Not much. There haven't been many customers," Anya said, not looking up from the receipts she was counting, "so there should be some evil soon, if it hasn't already started."
"What makes you say that?" Xander asked.
"There's a customer/evil ratio. The fewer customers in the shop means more evil happens." She looked up to see disbelieving faces. "What, you've never noticed? Whenever we're fighting something there are hardly any customers. The minute we defeat whatever it was, business picks up again."
Giles and Xander shared a look before the Englishman turned back to his book. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see if your theory is true," Giles said.
"It's not a theory, it's a fact. And of course it's true."
Before Giles could respond, Willow and Tara entered the shop. "Hey guys," Willow said. "We may have some trouble."
"Something evil?" Anya asked, a smug look on her face.
"Possibly. I'm not sure. Cordelia called me earlier today. She said Angel and Wesley have been acting . . . weird the past couple days."
Giles raised one of his eyebrows. "Weird? How so?"
"They've been, uh, kissing and groping each other," she said with a slight blush. "She was hoping we might be able to find something, since Wesley usually does the major research."
"And this matters to us because . . .?" Xander asked.
Willow set the books she was carrying down on the table and looked sternly at him. "It matters because it might be magic-related and heading here."
"There is also the danger of Angel losing his soul should those activities, erm, progress further," Giles added.
"We can't let that happen," Buffy said quietly from the doorway she was standing in.
"Then we'll get to work and see if there is some kind of mystical cause," Willow said, walking over to the bookshelf.
Xander rolled his eyes and sat down at the table. He didn't want to do anything to help Angel, but Buffy was right - they couldn't risk Angelus getting free again. So he accepted the book Willow handed him and settled in for a long night of research.
Three hours later, Xander was amazed to find himself at the Bronze. It had even been his idea. He had said they should be out observing for weirdness instead of trying to look up something that might not exist. Everyone had agreed and off they went, with Giles saying behind to see if he could find something. Buffy had split off to look around the park and lover's lane, leaving the rest to check out the Bronze.
He leaned back against the couch he was sitting on and watched his girls dance. Willow and Tara were completely lost in each other, while Anya was dancing with a one of the few guys not paired up with another man. He smiled when she looked over, glad she was having a good time. He loved Anya dearly, but he was glad nothing had developed between them after the prom.
"I had a feelin' I'd find you lot here."
Xander turned his head in time to see Spike sit down next to him. It was then that the day officially became abnormal. Instead of the usual mixture of animosity, happiness, and longing he normally experienced when he saw Spike, all he felt at that moment was lust. The change, although not unwelcome, was certainly unexpected and managed to catch his attention.
"You were looking for us?" Xander asked, trying his best to ignore the low fire in his loins.
"Well, you Scoobies are the emergency paranormal technicians around here," Spike said, taking a drink before setting the bottle down. "There's some disturbin' stuff goin' on. I figured I'd let you all know before it got out of hand."
"I'd think you'd be the one to want things to get out of hand," Xander said. Why did Spike have to sit so close? Not that he minded - it just made it harder to keep from jumping the blond.
Spike pursed his lips and nodded. "Normally, yes, but not when I can't enjoy it. I was at Willy's tonight, and was hit on by another bloke."
"Who hit on you?"
"Willy." The vampire shuddered, looking a little sick.
Xander experienced both sympathy for Spike and anger at Willy, but not the expected glee at Spike's situation. He only thought about his emotions for a moment, however, before he was distracted by Spike's lower lip.
"That - that sucks," Xander said, trying to feign interest. It was just so hard to concentrate on thinking when is body demanded he concentrate on Spike.
The music playing suddenly changed, from some pop song to something rhythmic with an almost primal beat. The temperature in the club seemed to rise at least 10 degrees, making Xander sweat and his mouth go dry. He reached blindly for his beer, only to encounter cool flesh instead of glass.
Slowly, he looked up and over at Spike. The moment he met those icy blue eyes, hot and intense, Xander knew he was lost. He couldn't believe Spike wasn't pushing him away, but the vampire seemed just as surprised and lost as he was. A part of him jumped for joy at the turn of events, and then he stopped thinking altogether.
They stood up as one person and walked out of the Bronze without looking back. The walls might have muffled the music, but Xander's heart had picked up the staccato beat. It pulsed through his body until his head and his groin were filled with the pounding rhythm.
They managed to make it to an alley three blocks away from the club. Spike was the first to succumb, pushing Xander into the alley and against the wall. The bricks were rough against his back, but it was a wonderful contrast to the smooth mouth pressing against his own. He wrapped his fingers around the
back of Spike's to pull the vampire closer, trying to get more.It was more of an attack then a romantic encounter, but neither man minded since they were attacking each other. Their mouths remained fused as they vigorously rubbed their clothed groins together, trying desperately to relieve the inferno inside. Completion came within moments, a sudden burst of blinding pleasure that left them both gasping for breath and strength.
"This . . . is wrong," Xander panted. His hands slid to Spike's shoulders while his head fell back against the wall, and their legs. "There's . . . some kind of . . . spell. It's making us . . . do this."
"Yeah . . . a spell," Spike said, dropping his head onto Xander's shoulder. "Makes sense."
"We should go tell Giles."
Spike's head moved slightly, in an attempt to nod. "Gotta stop this." There was a moment's pause as their breathing slowed. "Your place?"
"Let's go."
Chapter TwoXander's apartment wasn't all that far away from the alley, for which he was grateful. His jeans were starting to dry and stick to his skin, and that tortuous heat was starting to build again. If they had to go any further, they would have ended up in another alley.
How he managed to get the key in the lock and open the door while Spike was sucking on his neck, he had no idea. Xander also had no recollection of closing the door, but it must have been done since Spike was able to shove him against it. All he knew were Spike's lips, Spike's tongue, and Spike's hands.
He managed to recover enough sense to force Spike to the couch before the blond could force him to the ground. Again he found himself pinned between Spike and a flat surface as they collapsed on the couch, but it felt delicious and somehow right. His hands clawed at the clothes that kept him from feeling skin, and Spike returned the favour.
An instant and an eternity later their clothes were strewn across the room and their naked bodies touched for the first time. Electric shocks shot through Xander's skin and into his brain, short-circuiting his system. He was convinced he was feeling true ecstasy, until his erection was surrounded by Spike's mouth.
His body developed a mind of its own as it bucked and twisted, trying to get closer. Spike's mouth was unexpectedly warm, the sensation beyond description. He couldn't stand much more of that exquisite torture and knew he would finally reach a burning climax.
Spike seemed to know how close Xander was and pulled away. It had the same effect as a bucket of cold water and shocked Xander out of his bliss-induced trance.
"God, Spike, please," he begged.
Instead of responding with words, Spike answered Xander's plea with action. The vampire moved Xander so he was on his hands and knees on the couch. There was a moment where the brunette was convinced he'd been abandoned, but then Spike was back and something slick was inserted where no man had ever gone before.
He had a brief moment to wonder at his easy acceptance of such an act before Spike was entering him. It should have hurt, a part of him knew, but instead he felt more of those wonderful electric shocks from earlier. He thrust back to see if he could feel more and was rewarded with sparks and a grunt from Spike. The vampire picked up his speed and Xander did his best to match it, but mostly he was just along for the ride.
When Spike reached around and grabbed Xander's erection, the climax he had been trying to reach rushed up and attacked them both. With a yell and a scream, both men came and promptly passed out.
---
Giles took off his glasses and rubbed at his tired eyes, trying to relieve the stinging. He then leaned back in his chair and put his glasses back on, but kept his eyes closed as he thought. Buffy had returned from patrol and told him she'd seen a large number of male gay couples, but nothing else. He'd sent her home, since he didn't know what to do with her, and called Los Angeles. Nothing had happened between Angel and Wesley, but only because Cordelia and someone named Gunn had chained the two men to their beds, far away from each other.
He couldn't determine what was wrong and what was causing it. Something in the back of his mind was telling him he should know, that this puzzle wasn't that hard. If only he could understand why the situation seemed so familiar . . .
When he opened his eyes, he had it all figured out. Of course, it helped that the cause of recent events was standing in front of him.
"Hello, Ripper."
"Ethan," Giles said, standing up. The sudden flash of lust he experienced surprised him. "I should have recognized the source of this mischief. It's right up your alley."
Ethan smirked and held up his hands. "I confess, I did it. Why don't you come over here and teach me a lesson? Or are all those repressed emotions just too much for you to control?"
Understanding began to dawn in Giles' eyes. "What spell did you cast?"
"Just a simple little thing to make men act on some of their hidden and suppressed desires. It's quite harmless, I promise."
"There is no harmless when you're involved," Giles said. He moved around the table and advanced on Ethan, surprised when the other man stood his ground. "Don't tell me you've suddenly developed a backbone."
"No, I'm still one to run and hide. But I think this is going to be something worth sticking around for."
His mind growing hazy from passion and anger, Giles put a hand on Ethan to hold him still. Then the anger suddenly disappeared, and he was lost.
---
*Ring ring, ring ring*
Jerked out of a hard sleep, it took Xander a minute to realize it was the phone ringing. He blindly reached around for the phone, annoyed it wasn't where it was supposed to be, before it was shoved into his hand.
"Yeahuh?" With his free hand, Xander rubbed at his face. "Giles? What are you - ?" Xander sat up a little, more alert with each word he heard. "You're kidding. Giles, you have to be kidding. No, you're not allowed to be serious about this. I don't - what does Buffy say? You didn't TELL HER?!"
"Keep it down, pet," Spike muttered, burying his head in the crevice between the cushion and Xander's stomach.
Xander abruptly went silent, but not due to the scolding he was receiving over the phone. He was too busy staring at a certain blond head that was not supposed to be on his couch.
"Giles, I'll talk to you later. After you talk to Buffy," he added before hanging up the phone.
For a while he just stared, not really believing his eyes. His mind, however, was running an instant replay of the previous night's activities along with what Giles had told him over the phone. It really couldn't have happened, and yet the proof that it did was sprawled across the lower half of his body.
"Ack, I can feel you starin'," Spike muttered, pushing himself up and off of Xander. He landed on his butt on the floor with an oof. "What the hell did the Watcher tell you?"
"*That's* the first thing you ask me?" Xander sat up fully and looked at Spike, shocked. "Not, 'what the hell happened last night?', or 'what the hell did you get me into?'"
Spike scratched his head sleepily. "I know what happened last night, and I know you didn't drag me into anythin'." He smirked. "Well, maybe the apartment . . ."
"Spike!," Xander exclaimed. "We had sex! Actual sex, with penetration. You're not the tiniest weirded out about that?"
"Hmmm." Spike pursed his lips and cocked his head. "Nope. Didn't think it would ever actually happen, but not 'weirded out'."
Just as he was about to argue more, Spike's words caught up with Xander's brain. "Wait, you've thought about it? Before last night?"
The vampire lifted his chin and squared his shoulders. "Yeah, from time to time. What of it?"
Xander just sat there, looking at Spike as if seeing the blond for the first time. Spike had thought about the two of them, probably even fantasized. Just as Xander had. Never in a million years had he imagined his feelings would be mutual, the previous night aside.
There must have been something in his expression, because Spike was scooting a few feet and then kissing Xander. It was different from their previous kisses. It was gentle and soothing, where the others had been hard and inflaming. Tender hands cradled his head and tilted it just so, making the kiss all the sweeter.
When they broke so Xander could breathe, Spike looked deep into his brown eyes. "I want this," he said quietly, "spell or no spell. What about you?"
"I want this," Xander replied. His heart was pounding and clenching at the same time, unable to grasp just what was happening.
"Good. Then let's move this to a bed."
The soft mattress was a welcome change to the rough brick of the alley and cramped confines of the couch. Spike lay down and pulled Xander down on top of him, catching his lips in a kiss. Hands stroked softly and thoroughly, taking the time to caress and explore. Their erections rubbed against each other in such a way that the passion grew slowly instead of exploding.
On the way to the bedroom, Xander had grabbed the bottle of lotion from off of the floor. Spike took it in his hands and squirted some into Xander's hand.
"Shh, easy, luv," Spike soothed when Xander started to object. "I'll show you, don't worry."
Xander allowed Spike to guide his hand and show him what he needed to do. After both bodies were prepared, Spike grabbed Xander's hips and pulled.
"Easy does it, oh God, yeah, just like that."
And then Xander was *inside* Spike, and it felt better then he ever imagined. It wasn't as warm as Spike's mouth, but it was tight and the coolness felt good. He began to thrust, desperate to add friction to increase the pleasure shooting inside him. The position of their bodies caused Xander to move against Spike's erection, something the blond didn't seem to mind.
It was then, when he looked down into Spike's eyes, that he realized Spike wasn't joking. Spike was extremely serious about wanting the mortal and it showed. After all, why would he have let Xander be on top if he was just in it for some quick and easy sex? It was that knowledge that sent him over the edge, thrusting hard into Spike. The vampire climaxed a moment later with a strangled cry.
Spike was able to move first. He pushed Xander off of his body, and then rolled to face him.
"You never answered my question," Spike said. "What did the Watcher tell you? Did he figure out who was behind the spell?"
"Yeah. Apparently, Ethan Rayne wanted to get into Giles' pants, so he cast a spell to make men act on their sexual desires, providing the desired was also a man."
Spike snorted. "Kinda desperate. How badly did Giles hurt him?"
"That's the thing - he didn't, or if he did, I certainly don't want to know about it."
"What . . .?" Eyes widening with realization, Spike started laughing. "Oh God, he and the wizard? That explains so much!"
Xander gathered enough strength to shove at Spike. "It's disgusting! He's so old and . . . Giles."
The vampire propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, well, I may not be Giles, but I'm older then he is."
"Yeah, but you're hot and don't look your age."
"Why thank you, pet. But you've got to admit, it is pretty funny."
Xander tossed both arms over his eyes and grimaced. "Please, it's bad enough I *know* he got laid. I don't need to be picturing it, too."
"How do you know?"
"The spell ended after Ethan had sex, and he performed the spell to get Giles. Do the math."
When Spike started laughing again, Xander gritted his teeth and resisted he urge to scream. When Spike started fondling Xander's penis, the brunette found a much better use for his mouth.
He still ended up screaming.
~Fin~