Swing!

By Xanpet

"And this way - why?" Asked Xander, "I mean, I know night vision and all that..."

"Trust me."

That was a line and Xander Lavelle Harris, demon magnet, knew it. He took a sideways glance at the master vampire and sighed. He often wondered if his happiness was actually his punishment. He hadn't wanted to fall for the Big Bad. He'd hated him in every way you could name and some you couldn't. But that night beer had seemed like the answer to his prayers and how was he to know who Spike had a date with. It wasn't as if he monitored the vampire's social calendar that closely. Not back then anyway.

Besides, the bar had been smoky and dark. He'd only just spotted Spike through his drunken haze. He remembered how he'd lurched over to the couple. He'd clapped the vampire on the back and said, "I hate you, you know that? I wish we could be friends, I really do Spike. I wish we could just put all that evil and trying to kill each other behind us and become lovers for the rest of our lives but..."

He had never finished the sentence before the curly headed woman in Spike's company, had turned round, face covered in veins and said done. Halfrek had got vengeance for her friend and Xander had William the Bloody - 'til death parted them!

As Spike was immortal, that was going to be a very long time indeed. He'd quickly worked out that the only way of defeating the curse was to play along. Now they hunted side by side and, no matter how much he tried, Xander, Vampire Hater, loved Spike. It was lucky he'd included Spike in the wish or it would truly have been a curse.

"Dead end!" He declared triumphantly. The chain link fencing said it all, "It has ceased to be. It is an ex end."

"Yes, but it has lovely plumage!" Said Spike beginning to climb. His steel toe-capped DMs dented the metal so that Xander could climb, like Wenceslas' page, in his footsteps.

The car pound was silent and nothing moved. Piles of wrecked cars flipped a final finger at the sky. It seemed that Sunnydale got through as many cars as it did window frames and residents. They crept further in through twisted metal until they were in the breaker's yard. Nothing.

Spike sat down on a wide platform that hung from a huge crane. The base was steel and was boxed in on three sides by metal plating about four foot high. There were two thick iron chains in each corner, which met in a link above their heads. From there, a steel cable attached it to the jib. In one corner were three large buttons, up, down and stop.

The vampire pushed off with his feet, like a child on a swing, "Come 'ere." He said. There was a low rumbling note in his voice. He'd tried to stop Xander making the wish but the bloke had been so fucking shitfaced. The effect of it still had the power to astound him but it was much easier if you didn't try to fight it. Besides, there were worse things in this world than a well-muscled brunette with a hot thick cock and come fuck me hole.

He wrapped an arm around Xander's waist and rocked against him, "Let's not worry about the Kashnae demon for a while eh? The others will get it. Let's concentrate on this." And he placed Xander's hand on the bulge in his jeans.

"Okay Mister one track.... How about I just give you a broom and you clean that mind! We can't do it here!" Xander tried to pull away.

"Right here! Right now!" Said Spike and hoisted the young man onto the cradle with one smooth movement.

Xander found himself kneeling with Spike in the centre of the platform. The vampire began to undo the buttons of Xander's shirt and he exhaled in one long breath as the crisp night air touched his skin.

"Someone might see." He breathed.

"If they're still up at five to three in the morning they deserve a show!" Spike grinned. He stroked his lover's chest and flicked a taught nipple, sending hot shivers towards Xander's groin, "Want to make this more interesting, still?"

Xander felt his stomach knot, "How?"

"Trust me?"

There was that line again. Xander had let the vampire into his home, into his life, into his body but these things were just the curse, right? Did he actually trust the vampire?

"And again with the trust! I don't..." But he never finished. No sooner, had the words left his lips then they were covered by Spike's cool mouth. It was a kiss of power and passion. Spike's tongue roamed freely over Xander's lips, igniting his lust. He slid his hand under Xander's open shirt and pressed their bodies together. The platform gave a shudder and Xander felt the world spin away from him. He heard the grinding of gears, opened his eyes and gave a gasp. They were moving!

Xander shot back and the sudden movement caused the cradle to rock precariously. Spike smiled at him. "Trust me?" He said for the third time that night. There was a spark of mischief behind the words.

"I'm semi-nude with evil undead on a crane platform, and he says trust me! You're going to get us both dead."

"It's quite safe." But as Spike stood, the platform lurched and swung further. He laughed to the wind, "Smell that adrenalin, pet." He growled. There were definite advantages to having a human lover. The curse didn't worry Spike. It had relieved him of his burden of the Slayer and solved both their problems in one fell swoop.

He stopped the cradle, bent over, held the young man's face between his cool palms, and whispered, "Suck me off."

For a moment, Xander was frozen to the spot. In some ways, this was truly a curse. He knew his fear was turning the vampire on big time. But that the curse was in effect meant, that Spike loved him and wouldn't put him in any real danger. Like the corkscrew roller coaster at Disney World, it was fear to be enjoyed and, "Yeah, okay. Its all systems go with the trust, here." He thought.

He undid the large silver buckle and slid the wide leather belt free. He pushed each button of Spike's fly through its hole and freed the vampire's pale cock from the stiff denim of his jeans. He moistened his lips and blew hot air onto the tip. Spike threw his head back and inhaled sharply.

Xander ran his tongue from the root, nestled behind dark, coarse hair, to the head. He gently pulled back the foreskin and licked the salty slit. More sighs told him that he was making his lover feel really good.

Leaning back against the side, Spike held onto the chains and thrust his hips forward. He nudged Xander's lips open with the head of his cock, smearing them with pre cum. Xander opened his mouth and swallowed his lover whole. Their movements set the crane's cradle swinging once more, now some twenty feet above the car pound.

"Oh you are so good at giving head! Yeah that's right. Do it. Do it for me."

On his knees in front of his lover, Xander took in the scents around him. In the background was diesel oil, but mainly what he could smell was Spike. He adored Spike's aroma, tobacco and leather, mixed with a spicy tang that was all his own. It drove him wild with desire.

He felt the ridges of Spike's cock with his tongue, the vein, the foreskin and the bulbous head, slippery with spit. He suckled at it and Spike buried his hands in his hair, begging him not to stop. He knew Spike wasn't going to cum this way. As a vampire, some of his systems were just too sluggish, but it was fun to tease and he knew what his undead lover liked. He caressed the soft velvety ball sac and ran a spit-slick finger along the perineum. It was tight inside Spike's jeans but eventually Xander found what he was looking for. He pushed his finger against Spike's puckered opening and received another gasp of delight.

Somehow, under the onslaught of fingers and tongue, Spike managed to press the up button and they were on their way again. The wind tugged at his hair and coat, adding to his erotic pleasure. He stopped the cradle, now more than sixty feet above the ground and pulled himself from Xander's hardworking
mouth.

"I think you should kneel for this, Sweetmeat." He suggested gently, stroking his lover's damp cheek.

Xander stood and was immediately buffeted by the wind. His shirt billowed in the breeze and his pulse raced as he undid his chinos. He slid both pants and boxers down his thighs and knelt on all fours, presenting the globes of his arse to the night and his lover.

They had no lube but they had become experienced lovers and knew each other well. Spike coated his index finger in saliva. The platform swayed in the wind as he introduced that spit-wet finger to Xander's burning hole. He pushed gently, at the same time running his other hand lightly over the brunette's cock and balls, causing Xander to pull forward. He pierced the strong ring of muscle and began to finger fuck his lover. "Is that okay?" He whispered but Xander just whimpered in reply.

Another finger. Xander winced at the sharp stinging and then cried out, "OH YES!" Spike had found his prostate. He stroked that magic gland and Xander saw stars.

Spike pulled back and spread Xander's arse cheeks wide to watch his fingers appear and disappear, in and out of that hot, moist space. He pressed in a third and his lover groaned, dipping his head onto the cool metal. The vampire scissored his fingers to stretch Xander as much as he could, preparing him, making him ready to receive rock hard cock.

He withdrew his fingers slowly and Xander moaned at the loss. He spat on his hand, "China, help me here." He said and Xander added to the pool. Spike rubbed the mixture onto the head of his cock and pressed against his lover.

Xander pushed out as Spike's cool phallus entered him. He closed his eyes against the pain, hissed through gritted teeth and held his breath. When he finally let go, it was to sob, "More! Oh, God Spike! Please!"

Spike inched his cock, with agonising slowness, deeper and deeper, until he was embedded to the hilt. His lover's searing heat seemed to envelope his entire being. He began to fuck, using long smooth strokes and Xander's grunts of pleasure-pain spurred him on. "So good!" He thought. The swaying of the platform just added to the sea of sensation. Nothing could beat this, screwing beneath the stars, suspended above the ground with the wind kissing your skin. It was like flying.

Xander opened his eyes. The platform moved from side to side as Spike thrust in and out of his body. He braced himself against the floor of the cradle and breathed hard as he watched the sky rise and fall in front of him. Occasionally it would wink out all together when Spike's cock struck that special place buried in his gut. It was amazing, being screwed in the open air, hanging from a crane jib. Anyone still up was getting one hell of a show.

He felt Spike's fingers close around his shaft and his lover began to wank him in time with his fucking. Xander felt his balls tighten and his stomach turn over. "I'm going to cum, already!" He thought. "Oh no! Too soon. Too soon!" He began to think of horrible things to try and stave off orgasm but it was no good. The welter of sensations overtook him and he let out an extended scream. His cries of ecstasy reverberated over Sunnydale.

Two, three, four times, his abdomen contracted and pearls of creamy white cum shot over Spike's hand and onto the floor of the cradle.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He panted between gasps but Spike just shushed him and offered his hand for Xander to lick clean.

"Shh! Come on, it's my turn now. Just enjoy the ride!"

He pulled his lover backwards until Xander was kneeling astride him, without once breaking contact. Spike leaned behind and started the cradle one more time. He ran his hands up Xander's tanned back and in a voice rich with sexual tension said, "Ride me!"

Xander obliged. He slid his body, still trembling from the power of his orgasm, up and down the length of Spike's cool shaft. He set up a rhythm to match the swinging of the cradle and drove down into his lover's lap so that his arse cheeks touched the vampire's balls.

Spike slid his arm around the young man's waist, feeling his abs flex and contract with the effort of their rutting. He wrapped the other across Xander's throat and pulled back his head to expose the neck. Xander's blood surged through his arteries and Spike could see the pulse point throb beneath the skin.

"Trust me?" He asked. There was no hesitation in the reply.

"Yes! YES!" Xander's eyes were closed and his head thrown back in abandon.

Spike vamped out and sank his fangs into Xander's jugular. There was no pain for either of them, just exquisite passion. Hot, vital blood hit the back of the vampire's throat and that sent him over the edge. He cried out and came, long and hard, shooting semen into Xander's innermost depths.

Xander exploded again without ejaculating, and yelled his dry orgasm to the night. The platform juddered to a halt nearly one hundred feet in the air. The safety switch engaged and it began it's descent, "I love you, William." Said Xander once he had enough strength to do so. He pulled himself from the vampire and began to sort out his clothing.

"Hey when is a curse not a curse?" Spike asked.

Xander shook his head.

"When it's a blessing." And he placed a chaste kiss on the young man's cheek.

They were no sooner at ground level and relatively decent when Spike made a sudden lunge, quicker than the human eye, and in his grasp was a small demon. It was the Kashnae they'd been hunting before their sexual interlude on a crane platform.

"Little buggers feed on pheromones." He explained, "We got this one good and stuffed with all that activity," He nodded at the sky and Xander blushed to the roots of his hair. "I think it's sated now." And he began to stride out of the car pound with the demon under his arm.

"It's not the only one!" Thought Xander. He sighed and followed his lover, limping slightly. He was counting his blessings. It didn't take long - there was only the one.

 

~Fin~