Xander Harris buried his face in the crook of Joyce Summers's neck as his body pressed down upon hers. The candles within his bedroom were the only source of light in the apartment in the room. She had come round after work enjoying his attempts at cooking a lavish meal. It wasn't terrible but he still had some work to do.
Joyce's top and long skirt had been removed and tossed to the floor before she had laid back on the blankets. Xander's shirt was likewise tossed to the side as was his belt and his shoes were off. His mouth spent a considerable amount of time in one place kissing her neck, but his hands did not still for anything. They skimmed over her bare legs, up her sides, down her arms, then back to her thighs. She shifted under him, her legs parting to allow his hips to nestle between them. Now that he was lying on her completely, she could feel his erection pressing up against her hip. Sliding her hand down to cup his ass she rub herself against his member.
Xander's already flushed face tore away from her neck to worship her earlobe. "You're so beautiful, and you taste so good," he told her. "You smell nice, and you feel nice and you..."
She giggled a little as she pulled slightly away from his lips. "You are babbling again honey," she told him as she massaged his shoulders and neck.
He mentally kicked himself for his babbling mouth. "Sorry about that. Just a side effect for seeing you in red." He told her nodding towards her underwear. Deep red and so tight on her body. It was perfect for tonight with-it being valentine's day. Never ever did she think she would be in this position with Xander on such a day… she blamed the hellmouth. Her red thong had met with his approval when she stripped off her skirt. She had known that she was visiting him tonight, and decided it was exactly the type of special occasion she'd bought this little red silk nothing for. Although she found the tiny strip up her rear a bit uncomfortable, seeing his reaction made any minor discomfort all worth it.
Cupping his cheek, she brought his head to meet hers and they kissed slowly each enjoying their lips as it intensified their mutual desire. He could her hands reach for his jeans and ease his zipper down. "Are my jeans bothering you?" he asked jokingly.
"Mmm-hmmm," she purred, her fingers slipping under the waistband and pushing them down a little. "Very much so, in fact they need to come off now!" Always willing to do her bidding and follow orders Xander pulled back a little and quickly shrugged off his jeans pulling his socks off to. The moment he had them off she moved over him all catlike straddling him as she kissed him while stroking his chest. His hands moved to grab two big handfuls of her exposed flesh on her ass. As the pair made out, he kneaded her buns while she ran her hands over his firm chest.
"God, Joyce," Xander sighed against her lips, unable to believe, even after the past few months that he was actually in this position with Buffy's mother. He felt his world had become surreal as he watched Joyce sit back up and move her hands behind her back. Within moments, she pulled the red lace from her body and her breasts were bare. Her hands moved to his, and she brought his up to her chest, each hand covering a perfectly rounded breast. His cock jumped to full and complete attention, now pressing against Joyce's sex. "Joyce…" Xander panted. "God, you're..." he couldn't finish his sentence as she ground her hips against him pressing down on his erection as she undulated. Xander's eyes closed, and he pressed his head back into the pillow. "Ohhh," he moaned and she continued. He laid there and just simply enjoyed the sensations until they became too much
"I want you so much!" she announced to him, and he opened his eyes to see hunger in his eyes. This spurred him to action and flipped them over so that he was now on top. Xander's hands found her red lace panties and he wasted no time pulling them off of Joyce. He reached down to kiss the older woman with so much passion it could have hurt. His hand moved down her body and he smiled against her lips as her thighs parted automatically. Two fingers trailed down along her silky folds. Her lips were swollen, and she was already wet. A finger slipped inside of her, but despite her moan, the finger pulled back out and moved up to run circles around her engorged clitoris.
After a few minutes of his hand manipulating her flesh, her eyes opened and she breathed, "Xander." His hesitancy was lost withdrew his hand. Their mouths met again as their bodies intertwined, as he drove into her delectably wet heat. Joyce threw her head back, mouth open, letting him fill her. "Xander!" she cried out in pleasure.
"Joyce!" He grit his teeth, knowing he couldn't control himself for long. The feel of her body against his, the skin on skin, her moans in his ear it was all overpowering. She rubbed her legs against his as she felt him begin thrust hard into her at a fast pace. He was fucking her hard and fast clearly intent on getting them off fast.
Joyce groaned, it wasn't like the movements and her lovers actions weren't enjoyable, in fact they were very enjoyable as she had come to realise that she enjoyed it hard on occasion, but she had other ideas tonight wanting a change of pace. "Slower," she half pleaded, half ordered. He stopped and looked at her expression on her face to make sure he wasn't hurting her. She gave him a beautiful smile. "Slower…" she whispered to him causing him to stop. She ran her hands over his back to assure him. "Let's savour this one." He nodded and began moving again at a slower pace as she instructed. He would slowly buried himself inside her as far as he could go and then ease himself back up to her opening before doing the same move again. He pumped back and forth her and built a steady rhythm, making sure that she was enjoying it. Her breathing increased and she began to make small mewling noises. She clutches the bedcovers with her fingers as she feels his cock slide into her tight pussy rubbing against her walls. "Mmmm take me please! I feel so empty!" She begged.
"You feel so good!" he commented. He might have said more but she wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down to her mouth. The pair engaged in some slow kisses as they moved against each other. Tongues rubbed against each other inside their mouths as devoured each other unable to help themselves. They are moving together now slowly grinding against each other, kissing, and caressing each other. Enjoying the feel of skin and passion that has engulfed. She sighed loving the rhythm he was setting. They had taught each other's wants and needs meaning that pleasure was easy to come by.
She was moaning almost continuously now, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure. Her pelvis moved languidly, up, and down, in circles, as if it were not a part of her. He made her feel so full, buried deeply within her heated, clenching core. She could hold him fully, pulling, her body greedy tight around his. "Cum inside me!" She begged at him as her nails scratched his back as she felt herself begin to overpower her. "I want to feel it! I want you to cum deep inside me!" She was rewarded when she felt him gasp and hot spurts of his cum begin to flow deep inside her as she let out a scream and came hard against him. Their bodies crashed against each other as they rode out their orgasms before they began to die down. They lie spent, entangled in each other as the ripples slowly die out.
Bloody Hell, Spike thinks as he retreats from the sight of the lovers sprawled in post-coital bliss. He eases his way back down the roof, jumping across to the broad oak that he'd used to get to his observation post. He could use a strategically placed knothole about now, he thinks leaning against the rough trunk. He grins up at the starry night. It's not just the fucking that's got him rock hard, the thought of how dear Buffy will react to the news that one of closest friends and allies, is not only *fucking* her own dear mum but has *turned* her is more than enough to do the job. It's fucking priceless. It's going to tear Little Miss Perfect's world apart. He was almost tempted to head over to be the bearer of bad news himself right now just to see the expression on her face. But he knew he had to play the long game on this one. The slayer's reaction would be all the better the longer on this one.
He jumped down to the ground and walked off into the night, humming cheerfully.
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Months later and now sick with worry about the fact that Spike the vampire knew details about her sex life which was something that was out of her control Joyce had not expected to see her daughter arriving with her friends. Apparently, they had been involved in some big battle under the college involving the military and that demonic Frankenstein monster called Adam who Xander had kept her up to date about. They had emerged victorious because the four of them had put aside their differences and beaten the big bad. She was happy for them especially for her daughter who she was very relived had a great support system. She recalled her daughter packing her bags for her at her very own graduation telling her that it was deadly and dangerous. The only reason she agreed to go was that Buffy made it clear she was not going to facing the Mayor alone. But still seeing the four of them together still wired from the battle they had endured was a little surreal. As was meeting Riley Finn, Buffy's boyfriend who seemed very polite if a little dull. Worse of all was seeing Xander again after the afternoon.
If she felt awkward around Rupert Giles after their encounter on the cop car when they were under the influence of magical chocolate, then Xander was a whole other matter. She could be forgiven for acting strange and awkward around Rupert, Xander she was meant to pretend that she hadn't seen in months let alone pretend she wasn't sleeping with him for that time. She sighed to herself as she made hot chocolate. In her head it had been a perfectly reasonable plan, on paper. She'd been feeling a bit sexually unfulfilled, he was male and unattached, they weren't close and could blame alcohol and the hellmouth affecting their decisions. So why couldn't they just have sex for one night and get off and be done with it?
That's the problem with well-thought-out plans when they go into practice - you can't always anticipate the unexpected variables.
She certainly hadn't been disappointed by Xander's performance in bed. In fact, that was unexpected variable number one - he was incredible in the sack. She'd been sort of expecting, well, not exactly, "wham, bam, thank you ma'am," but certainly not the winning combination of size, skill, and endurance she'd uncovered, either… hence deciding to have more sex with him in the morning… and then again when they had lost their voices.
She was simply lonely, and he was there. Something like her vibrator, which being a grown woman and a mother she wasn't even supposed to own became part of her life when she got into bed the first couple of weeks after having sex with the young man. He'd been supposed to reduce the need for or even replace, had become instead even more central to her life than it had been before. And there'd been nothing she could do about it.
She managed to get some time alone with Xander on the pretence of making some more hot chocolate and quickly grilled him for more details about the battle. "Spike was there?! Fighting alongside you?" Joyce asked in disbelief after he mentioned it. From what she understood Spike had no interest in helping the gang and had been actively avoiding them at all costs.
"Yeah, but before you go comparing him to Jesus he was only there because he was working for Adam!" Xander snorted. "The English deadbeat had been working with the great big ugly to split us apart and serve Buffy on a silver platter. He only saved us to soften the blow, but you should have seen him at times tossing me knowing smirks and smiles." Xander shuddered in disgust. "But it does lead me to my idea."
"What idea?" She asked him all confused.
"The answer to all our problems and the solution to all our answers!" He told her with a grin. "I know how to fix all of this! I can't believe it didn't occur to me before!" he looked behind him to make sure no one was around and then turned back to face her. "I stake Spike!"
"You what?!" she hissed at him like he was crazy. She struggled to keep her voice down for while she knew Buffy was in the shower her superhero daughter might still hear her.
"I've got a plan!" he told her in a hush tone. "He can't hurt me because of the chip in his head. He so much as touches me then it's all pain and no gain for him which gives me the advantage! I could go to his crypt with a crossbow or wooden spear. Hell, can we say… Molotov Cocktail!"
"But he is defenceless that is like murder!" She reasoned to him. "Like an execution!"
"And how many people has robbed, killed, raped, tortured and murdered?!" Xander exclaimed. "I doubt there will be a heavenly choir singing when he is turned to dust! He is only going to go one way hell!" Xander told her pointing to the ground. "You think that he is innocent because he is chipped, and because you shared a cup of coco? He isn't a decent person hell he is isn't even human!"
"When it comes to vampires, I think your judgement is a little off," she fired at him well aware of his feelings on the matter. "Look being together is one thing but straight out dusting someone because he knows something about us is morally wrong!"
"Have you not been listening? He was working for Adam! He sold us down the river a long time ago with a moment's hesitation!" Xander counted. "I'm talking about staking a vampire who tried to kill your daughter many a time! Don't think he won't try again if he gets the chip out of his head somehow. I can bet you my kidneys that he has a plot to kill us all cooked up in that sick and twisted head of his! I am talking about getting to him first before he gets to us first!"
"You mean before he gets to Buffy first!?" She snarled at him well aware that he manipulating the facts for his own benefit. She crossed her arms clearly not happy with the whole situation.
"Yeah, I do mean that too!" Xander replied not taking the bait. "He is obsessed with your daughter! She is one that got away! The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow! The grand prize at the end of the gameshow! He won't let her out of his sight if he thinks he has a change to kill her! He is so desperate for it he will do anything to get one over her!" He leans in close to her. "And you say that I have a blurred judgement when it comes to vampires, question have you met your daughter? Believe me she has big old blind spot when it comes to blood suckers. Mark my words give a year or two she will see him as her pet project, an ally and that's where it starts. She will run to him for help because us mere mortals are so useless in so many situations that are valuable to a slayer! She will run to him for help, and he will exploit that again and again until he gets her hooks on her. And then when that happens…" he pulls back hands up in the air not saying anything letting the implications ring true.
Joyce leaned back crossing her arms.
She didn't like this.
Didn't like any of this.
She knew that he was saying had a ring of truth, however. Buffy was far too trusting and frequently sees the best in people. It wouldn't be out of her character to see Spike first as a resource and then as an ally and then… worse. She shook her face at that. Angel had gone and she had a little hand in his leaving pressing him on the future of the pair as a couple. It had worked and Angel had departed from Buffy's life causing her daughter pain and hurt but she would be all the better in the long term. Still, she doubted that Buffy would see it that way. But as a parent one had to occasionally made tough decisions to protect them like banning them from sweets or sending them to their bed despite them complaining. This would be just like that or at least that is what she could tell herself later. Yes, lie to herself as she has plenty of experience doing that over the years might as well add to it.
"It would have to look like he disappeared," she said quickly before the words died on her lips. "Like he just left or something. Nothing can come back to either one of us. We have do it properly!" He nodded before Willow entered the room enquiring about the state of the hot chocolate and in flash, he was goofy Xander not Xander who is planning to kill Spike.
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"Where are you going Pookie Bear?"
"Out." Spike grimaced, he hated that stupid nickname almost as much as he loathed the girl. Just once he wished that the sodding idiot would simply let him alone, but he knew it was futile. Without looking, he could see Harmony sulking on the bed.
"When are you going to be back?" she whined as he headed off into the night. God, her voice could grate nails. He made the mistake of actually looking at her then. Hoping to stare her into silence, instead he caught a glimpse of her arranged artfully on the bed, trying to convince him to stay just a little bit longer. Spike scowled at her. Unrelenting, she moved her hands over her body, "It's just that I get so lonely for you sometimes. And I don't know where you go or what you do when you're not here with me. Come back to bed, Blondie Bear." Ignoring the girl mewling on the bed, Spike made sure to slam the crypt door on his way out. This was what he was reduced to. Slamming doors to show his frustration.
Sodding hell, the chit was going to annoy him to death. It was worse than having a flock of minions to take care of. Harmony expected things of him. Demanded to be kept informed of his comings and goings, as if they were high school sweethearts. If he didn't know that he was damned lucky to have anyone…that nobody else could tolerate him in the half-eviscerated state he was now… he would have had half a mind to simply stake her. Again. Only this time so that it took. It was one of his recurring fantasies, right alongside the one where he finally got to sink his fangs into that Slayer bitch and drain her dry. He grimaced recalling the slayer once again had come out on top. Every time she was down for the count she got back up and finished off the job. It was almost something that should be applauded… if one was a fan.
And he certainly wasn't a fan of the slayer. Barely gave her a thought. And whenever he did bother to think about her and her shampoo commercial hair, which was not often at all. In fact, it was rarely ever. Hardly at all. Plus, all it was to think about ways he would rip the slayer piece by piece.
Yes, most days he spent his time fantasizing about staking the stupid bint he'd been saddled with. Yes, staking Harmony was something that he fantasized about almost daily. He couldn't deny that at first, he'd been glad of the company, but that feeling had begun to fade quickly. No, until recently his rational mind had imagined that eternal loneliness would be even worse than her sodding company. Harmony just rubbed his last nerve, like a never-ending toothache. Only thing worse than enduring the ache would be the permanency of the cure.
Spike just didn't think he was cut out for celibacy. He'd tried it in his human days and hadn't liked it. At first, at least, the sex with Harmony had been good. Not great, but good. And he knew for damn sure that it was better than the alternative. If that old wives tale were true, he'd be blind for sure. Vamps were not meant to be solitary creatures. But Harmony's company was hard to take. And he had lived with Drusilla for a hundred years, so that was saying something. He knew well enough what difficult women were like. His rival the slayer was a prime example of one of those.
Wandering back to the streets of the Sunnydale and considered his place in the world. He was meant to be ruling this town as a vampire king. He had all the credentials for such a title. He was a master vampire, dammit! Undead over a hundred bloody years! Killed himself two Slayers in his day! Had earned himself another name: Slayer of Slayers. Unlike that pounce Dracula, he'd earned his sobriquet, not sold his story to some poncy writer for a few quid and suddenly found himself an instant celebrity in the demon and human world alike. No, Spike had to track down the bints himself, and then take them on one on one. Nothing about his fame had been cheap. He'd worked hard to earn himself that title.
Of course, that day was long past now that he was permanently hobbled by bits of plastic and wire courtesy of the US government, but he knew that he had better get used to it, unless he could get the bloody chip out of his head. Picking up some drinks and snacks from the local store he headed home to his crypt and was nearly there when he picked up a scent or rather lack of scent. He grinned slightly and laughed slightly. "Come on out Harris you are embarrassing yourself," he called out in the shadows and saw the young man coming out from behind a tree. "Fancy seeing you here, come round for a cuppa?"
"Don't drink tea I'm afraid," Xander commented.
Spike eyed the crossbow the man was holding and shook his head entering his crypt not bothering to care if Xander was following him in. "That little toy meant to scare me. Put the fear of God into me? Pathetic." He stopped in his tracks when he noted Joyce was standing in his crypt holding a cross and a stake. Spike burst out in laughter. "Really?! You have to be kidding me!"
"Drop your things on the table and take a seat," Joyce instructed him. Xander stood behind him blocking the door holding up the crossbow pointing at Spike's back dead centre. Still grinning Spike walked to the table and did as he was told putting his bag down and taking a seat in his chair.
"So, this is it is it?" Spike smiled with an air of coolness about him. "Going to ask me to leave town? Take your little secret with me? Are we asking nicely?"
"Not really," came Xander's short reply.
Spike couldn't help but laugh. "Come to kill me, have you?! Finally grown a pair have we now boy? And you," he said turning to Joyce. "Really campaigning for mother of year award aren't you!? Sleeping with your daughter's best friend? Now planning on killing me so I don't spill the beans? How wonderful."
"I'm here to do what is necessary to protect my daughter from creatures like you," Joyce informed him.
Spike guffawed and pulled out a cigarette, chuckling even as he lit it. "Whatever you tell yourself at night," he chuckled as he took a long drag. He turned to Xander's direction where the boy was still holding the crossbow at him. "Shall we just get on with you prick only I plan on watching 'Passions' later?" He dared him.
Xander loosed a bolt from her crossbow only for Spike to catch it with ease. He was a Master vampire in his own right, and his hand moved frighteningly quickly. "Child's play," he mocked. Joyce moved forward with the cross intent on trapping Spike at the chair, but he ducked out of the way. "Going to have to work harder for this little vampire," he told her. "You should have just told your slayer I murdered some children and got her to finish me off!" Xander loaded another crossbolt and aimed at Spike who dodged it and shook his head. "I mean really was this it the best you had to come up?"
Grunting in frustration Xander moved to grabbed Spike using the weapon as a club before the vampire knocked it off hands who pushed the boy off him and kept him at arm's length. While he was doing this Joyce moved in and slammed the cross on the vampire's neck causing the skin to sizzle and burn. "ARGH!" Spike yelled pushing her away and punching her before clutching his head in anger and pain. Xander used the advantage to punch a defendless Spike with all his strength forcing him back. Spike roared again and swung his hand at the boy's head connecting with it causing him even more pain. The pain was blinding almost causing him to lose his feet, but he stayed upright glaring at Xander on the ground who was nursing a swollen jaw.
Xander glared right back at the vampire admiring the burn mark that Joyce's cross had left on his neck. His hand went to his back and pulled out a small gun. "A gun?" Spike barked out. "You don't have the balls!"
"You are right about that," Xander replied and pulled the trigger. Xander really enjoyed the expression of horrified realization on Spike's face as the holy water spurted out of the toy water pistol and soaked the vampire. His face boiled and burned causing Spike to throw up his hands in an effort to hide from the water. As the spray lessened, Spike collapsed to his knees, face down on the crypt floor. Smoke curled up from his leather-clad form. The young man quickly took advantage of the situation as the determined mortal grabbed the stake and attacked Spike once more.
Spike's hand shot up and grabbed Xander's hand swearing between clenched teeth as he tried to fight off Xander despite the pain. Spike struggled against Xander causing the men to stumble and fall over. Spike looked down seeing the stake above his chest as Xander tried to stake him with his wooden weapon. He grunted with frustration as he tried to fight Xander off of him but it was proving difficult as any restriction caused him pain.
Xander clenched his teeth, determined to kill Spike as he tried to slam the stake into his chest, despite Spike's attempts to stop him. Joyce looked up from where she was on the ground her head bleeding to see the two men struggling. She quickly moved forward without thinking and began to help Xander push the stake down on to Spike's chase. The determined mortals managed to take advantage of the situation and slammed the stake into Spike's chest, killing him with one blow. Spike's look of surprise on his face was momentary before he burst into ashes, leaving behind some ash and a small microchip which lay on the grass.
Xander collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as he tried to get his breath back. Joyce slowly leaned back staring at the chip now lay on the floor covered in Spike's ashes. Xander turned to her slowly. "We have to gather his things," he spoke up in the silence. "Stuff he had lying around, and his car stashed across the other side of the graveyard. It needs to look like he just upped and went." Joyce didn't reply merely starring at the chip. "Joyce!" he yelled at her, and she finally snapped to attention. "We need to move now!"
She nodded and they went about gathering some Spike's effects like shirts, boots, and other recognisable items. Pocketing the chip Xander quickly brushed the area where Spike's ashes were and once satisfied the pair left heading towards Spike's car. He was able to hotwire it muttering something about soldier memories and fired it up. "I'll take it out of town maybe even further and burn it or something then hitch hike back. Just drive back to your house and I'll be there tomorrow night." She nodded and he was off.
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It was late when he got back, and she let him in. He was all casual and level-headed while she had was a basket of nerves all day. "It's all good," Xander almost beamed. "I dumped the car and set it alight. I doubt anyone will recognise it as Spike's car certainly anyone who finds it won't know that it it's his car. I think we should be in the clear."
Joyce nodded numb to the story holding the wine glass in her hand. She set it down on the table in front of her. Now she was more conflicted. They killed an evil vampire, but not for the good of the world. They killed an evil vampire because he could prove Xander's own recent goings-on. "I can't this anymore," she said whispered to him.
Xander sighed expecting this. "Look maybe it will be okay I was careful," he told her with conviction. "I wasn't careless or silly. It will be alright."
"I don't care about that!" She snapped at him. "We can't do this anymore don't you understand!? We just killed someone to keep our secret! I am not okay about that!"
"He was a vampire!" Xander threw his hands up in the air. "What is it with you Summer woman and your lack of understanding with that?!" He asked out loud. "I thought we agreed that he would spill his guts for no reason that is because he is evil!"
"He was evil yes; I am not denying that! But we killed him to keep out dirty little secret and nothing else!" She fired back at him. "And all because we are two little cowards who are engaging in some twisted affair that should have never happened!"
"Yeah, and it has happened!" Xander countered. "We could have stopped many time over and you even tried to several times, but you kept coming back!" He pointed out to which she looked away ashamed. He soften his tone. "We both know why that is," he began.
"Xander," she replied not looking at his eyes as he moved forward.
"Joyce," he said closing the distance between them. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say that!" Joyce hissed at him. He couldn't say that word. They hadn't never had discussed what they were and certainly were not at that stage! Oh no! Not on Joyce's watch! She could convince herself that they were just messing around. A little bit of fun between two lonely people! This was not a relationship. Even if it was, they had never discussed what they were using the 'relationship' word. Life would be a lot simpler if they did not mention the word 'relationship', they could simply be fuck buddies but now mentioning the L word was way beyond what she was prepared to deal with. "I want you to leave this house right now and not to come back!" She said pushing him away.
"Joyce let's talk about this!" He insisted.
She backed away from him. "I want you to leave here right now and stay away! Don't even think about coming back tomorrow or day after that simply stay away!"
"Don't do this!" Xander asked her but she glared at him.
"I am going to give you 5 seconds to leave this house before I start screaming and my neighbours call the police!" Joyce told him. He looked at her hoping she would see sense but instead she seemed to make good her threat. He looked at her with a hurt look and did as she asked walking out of the house.
