Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: Spike finds a spell that lets him switch bodies with anyone he wants and he knows just the person he wants to use it on.
Notes: Thanks to kimalis for going over it for me.

Body Switching For Fun And Well, Fun!

by
Kitty Alex

I woke to find coarse ropes scratching at my wrists and a hunger for blood growling in my stomach. I listened. There wasn’t any heartbeat! My first thoughts were that Spike had turned me and tied me up some how, but the chip was still working, I was sure of it. I saw it work last night. It worked a bit slower this time, but he was still on the ground screaming in pain after awhile. I slowly opened my eyes to find familiar brown eyes staring back at me. Was I in front of a mirror? I looked more closely, the other me wasn’t tied up and he was wearing my clothes! I scowled and looked down at my tied hands. They were thin, pale, cold, and my nails were coated with chipped black polish. I was in Spike’s body tied to the chair in my basement!

“How?” I asked, my voice not sounding as British as I would have hoped.

“Found a spell in the Watcher’s books while we were researching last night. I might’ve ripped out the page and performed the ritual before you tied me up last night. Ain’t so great, is it?” His voice answered with a nice crisp accent.

“What do you plan to do with me? Please don’t break the pipe over the chair; I don’t want to get wet. I’m sorry I made you fix it even though it wasn’t your fault. Just please don’t break it.”

“No, but that’s a good idea. Thanks, Harris. I’ll have to try it when I’m done.”

“Done?”

Spike lowered his boxers revealing a thick, swollen cock, a cock that used to belong to me until last night. He took off the boxers and threw them across the room before sitting on the bed and positioning himself in front of me. He began by firmly gripping the cock and rubbing his thumb over the tip while his fingers stroked the underside of the shaft. He moaned then moved his hand slowly along the shaft and ignoring the head entirely. I began to pant as I felt my own cock rise against my will. I tried to think of anything to get it down. I even tried to remember the time I accidently walked in on my eighty year old grandma while she was taking a shower, but nothing seemed to stop this growing hard on.

“See how unfair it is?” Spike asked me. “See how it’s so unfair while you’re pleasuring yourself in the middle of the night and I have to sit there and watch. I know you don’t mean any harm and I never get to see it, but still don’t you think it’s unfair?”

“It’s completely unfair, I’ll leave you untied from now on, I promise,” I swore. “You can jerk off all you want. I’ll even give you the bed, just stop and untie me. I want my body back!”

Spike stopped, but he didn’t move to untie me. He looked himself up and down then began to lazily stroke his cock. He smirked at me.

“No, I want to wear your body a bit longer,” he snaked his other hand under the wife beater and caressed the hard muscles that used to belong to me. He let out a small moan. “Now when did you get these, Harris?”

I tried to hold back a moan. What was wrong with me? That was my own body I was getting off on. Sure, I got myself off a lot, but I usually pictured naked women that I remembered from magazines, or Anya, except she had stopped coming over once Spike moved in. I think it was the fact that I refused to have sex in front of him. I was never kinky enough for her liking. Besides, I had never been attracted to Spike and I wished Xander Jr. wasn’t trying to hard to prove me wrong. I couldn’t take it anymore as my hard erection rubbed against the rough fabric, I finally released a moan. Spike stopped his stroking and looked at me, those brown eyes burning a hole through my skin.

“Please, Spike. Just stop.”

“You say stop, but your body is saying don’t. Which is it Harris?”

Spike got up off the bed and moved to where I was tied up in the chair. I was expecting him to untie me or break the water pipe, breaking the water pipe seemed more like Spike, but I was shocked when he threw a leg over the chair so his bare cock was rubbing against my clothed knees. I moaned again.

“I never did this to you! This is beyond revenge! This is just pure evil!”

Spike grinned and undid my belt buckle, “Aw, thanks, pet. But it’s no use trying to get on my good side. I’m going to do this anyway.” He slid a hand under my shirt and I hissed as his warm hand touched my cold chest. “Thing is, I think you’re going to like it.”

He removed his hand and I missed the heat. I watched Spike undo the button on my jeans and pull down the zipper. I pulled tightly against the ropes, trying to break free, then I remembered I had Giles enchant them so they wouldn’t break just in case Spike figured out a way to kill me in my sleep. Smooth move, Xander. Of course Spike would find a way to use it against you.

“Can’t we talk about this? I’m sure if we talked about this we could come to an understanding.”

“I rather just do this.”

Spike pulled my cock out and licked its length. The touch burned. I bucked my hips. I had no idea why, it seemed like what one did when someone was licking your cock like a lollipop. A sweet sugary lollipop with a creamy center that made you just want to- Alright, I’m never going to eat a lollipop without getting turned on again. There was another lick, this one was slower. I tried to keep my thoughts off the licking that was going on below, but Spike had my full attention, literally and figuratively.

“Suck it,” I begged.

Spike said nothing only grinned at me. He took the head in and began slowly sucking. One hand grasped my cock and stroked it while the other moved up to stroke the cool muscles under my shirt. I groaned and bucked, trying to get more than just the head into his mouth. His hand stopped stroking my chest and held me down. The hold was stronger than the ropes that bound me and I stopped bucking to just let him work. He was a pro, I watched him in my body doing things with my tongue, I knew I would never be able to do. His hand moved off my cock and he took more of me in. The free hand slid the jeans down further and he rubbed his thumb across my pressured balls. I moaned and groaned, trying desperately to buck up and fuck his mouth. He wouldn’t let me; he moved his hand lower, restricting my movements even further.

“Oh, fuck, Spike. Please! Let me fuck your mouth!”

He squeezed my balls roughly and I came. I was embarrassed that the simple act of squeezing my balls was enough to send me over the edge, but Spike didn’t seem to care. He continued to suck and swallow, making sure every drop was in his mouth. He moaned and pulled his mouth free of my cock.

“I taste really good,” he said moving himself forward so my softening cock and his hard cock were rubbing against each other. “Wasn’t as erotic as I thought it would be. I always did dream of sucking my own cock though.”

I thrust my cock against his and his eyes widened and he moaned.

“You talk too much,” I said. “I want to know what you taste like.”

He pressed his mouth hard against mine, his hands digging around for the knots. He undid the left restraints, but removed his hand from the other knots leaving my right hand bound tightly. I used my free hand to grasp his ass as we continued to create friction with our cocks. I could feel mine hardening again and snaked my hand over his cheek to his hole. I teased it and stroked it, I never let more than a finger tip in and it was driving him mad. He broke the kiss and leaned his head back to moan loudly. I grinned happily at the look of pure pleasure on his face. I knew that face; I had seen it sometimes when Anya and I had fucked in front of the mirror. Spike was about to come. I drove two fingers into him, not caring if I ripped the skin or if I had to actually be back in this body later. This was enough for Spike and he orgasmed roughly and with one last thrust up into his cock, I came as well. I withdrew my fingers and noticed the blood on them. I felt my face shift and I began sucking on them.

“Oh, fucking Hell that hurts,” Spike panted.

“Wait,” I said pulling the fingers out of my mouth. “The chip didn’t go off. I was able to hurt you.”

“Throes of pleasure, that must be it,” Spike said getting off of me nervously and looking around for his underwear.

“Don’t feed me that bullshit, what’s the actual reason?”

“ADAM removed the chip awhile back,” Spike said hurriedly throwing on a shirt and some pants from my closet.

“Wait, if he removed it awhile back, why do you keep staying here and letting me tie you up in the middle of the night?”

“You’re going to be late for your Scooby meeting; I’ll just go fill in for you until the spell wears off in two hours.”

“You like it! You like me tying you up!”

“Well, love, I promise I won’t whore you out to any nasties or do anything else you wouldn’t do while I have your body. See you in two hours.”

Spike was out the door, slamming it behind him.

“Untie me first! Spike! Untie me! Spike, you’ll be such a dead vampire when you get back in your body!”

The End

And here is the sequel

Spike's Perfect Saturday

I was now regretting leaving Xander tied up. I had lost track of time while I was out on the town, just enjoying the beach, the sun, anything that I normally couldn’t do while in my vampire body. Now I was back and tied to the chair. I figured with one hand, I could have got free. Xander had undone the right hand for me, but the rest was still unreachable. I twisted and turned my arms, but the knot was too far below the chair for my restrained body to reach. I gave up and tried to relive my day. It was the perfect Saturday. It was complete with kicking over sand castles, scaring pigeons, and resting in the grass after killing a daytime demon. I smiled and wished I still had the Gem of Amara. I straightened up as I heard the door open, that’s right, I forgot to lock it when I left. Xander came in flushed and looking extremely pissed.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!? WHAT’S WRONG!? You told everyone I was gay!”

I laughed at the memory, “I did, didn’t I?”

“And you also said I was dating you! Why?”

“You’ve been living with an unchipped vampire who has been pretending he’s still chipped just so he can get tied up and watch you masturbate under the covers. Yes, I don’t see why I would tell anyone you were dating me. I mean, it’s so obvious I don’t like you.”

“What’s that have anything to do with anything?”

“You’ve been living with an unchipped vampire. Note the keywords, love.”

Xander jumped in alarm and pointed a shaky finger at me, “You can kill me!”

“I never did fall for the smart ones.”

“Wait, you can kill me. Why haven’t you killed me?”

I motioned at my open jeans. Xander hadn’t bothered closing them, so I didn’t bother either. Xander stared where I had indicated then shook his head.

“Untie me and I’ll show you exactly why I haven’t killed you.”

“I can’t,” Xander whined.

“Why not?”

“Because then you’re going to be all controlling like you were this morning, then you’re going to do things that make me not care that you’re being controlling, then we probably will end up dating.”

I turned it over in my head, “I don’t see the downside.”

“You can kill people now! I’m sure you haven’t been living off blood bags now that you can get all fangy again.”

“You really think I’d kill people if I wanted to get into your pants? Love’s bitch over here, ready to turn over and take it up the arse, so to speak, for the team.”

“You won’t be taking it up the ass?” Xander said with a smile then he shook his head. “No, no thinking of upping the ante with a blood drinking vampire.”

“Actually, I prefer V8,” I said rolling my eyes.

“You’ve been in America too long,” Xander said coming over and untying me.

I reached forward and untied my legs. I tried to assess the situation. Jump the whelp and throw him on the bed or keep him talking while I do disturbingly nasty things to his body. Both choices were extremely good, but jumping him would make everything go too quickly. I leered at him and slowly got out of the chair. Xander seemed taken aback and that only made my leer grow. He began backing away from me. Didn’t he realize that only made me want him more? I moved quickly behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped and I rested my head on his back.

“I don’t have to kill people to eat. Besides, I don’t like killing, it’s not the killing part I’m in it for,” I said slipping my hands into his jeans.

“Oh, could have fooled me,” Xander said in an unnaturally high voice.

“I prefer the rush of it all. The hunt, the stalking, the slow game between the cat and the mouse,” I used blunt teeth and bit into his shoulder blade then tilted my head up so I could lick his earlobe. He tensed and I continued talking. “The cat isn’t after killing the mouse, it’s after the rush. Killing the mouse afterwards is just so it could eat. Cat doesn’t realize that after the mouse is gone, no more games.”

Xander moaned. I grinned and moved my hands into his boxers. I let my fingers dance over his erection. The boy must like these kinds of games, the ones that took away his control and didn’t make him feel like the white knight everyone expected him to be. Alright, love. You want to play, let’s play. I ground my bare cock into his clothed arse and he produced another moan.

“That what this is? A game?”

I began stroking his cock; it felt a lot better from inside my own body. I loved my cool fingers on his heated cock. There was nothing in this world like it and I had seen a lot in this world.

“Of course it’s a game, love,” I breathed into his ear, the forced breath must have been cooler than I thought because he shivered. “We all play games. It’s what we do after the games that count. Let me play with you, Xander. Please my love.”

I pulled my hands out and there was a whimper of protest. I slowly undid his jeans and scraped blunt teeth across his neck. He struggled, suddenly remembering it was wasn’t just any man behind him, it was me, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, killer of the innocent, and all those other fancy titles I had managed to pick up and create along the way. Xander was twisting in my arms, trying to turn and face me. I relaxed my grip and let him. His chocolate eyes looked into my eyes with such confusion; it nearly made me feel bad. Nearly, I’m still a vampire and guilt is beyond me.

He gently kissed me, “I want to be able to love you and let you um, play, but you’re- You still drink from humans whether you kill them or not.”

“Can show you, love. I can show you what a vampire bite feels like. Maybe then you won’t be so skittish?”

“You won’t kill me or turn me will you?”

I bent my head forward and licked the nape of his neck, “Why would I want to get rid of this warm body? Then what if you don’t turn out right and I lose my love? No, would never do any of that.”

Xander tilted his head, revealing more of his neck to me. If my undead heart could beat it would have at the moment.

“Go ahead. Promise you won’t kill me.”

I morphed into my game face and whispered, “I promise,” against his neck. I slowly guided my fangs across his skin. Xander shivered pleasurably and sunk my fangs in. He struggled for the first few seconds, but as I drew more of his blood into my mouth, he relaxed into me and moaned. I tried not to laugh as I removed my fangs and lapped up the blood on the healing wound. I watched it completely close and kissed the scar.

“Something you want to tell me, lover?”

“Tell you?” Xander answered weakly.

I lead him to the pulled out bed. He flopped down onto it like a rag doll and I climbed in on top of him. He looked at me and I watched as the scar I just gave him faded into nothingness.

“I know vampire spit has somewhat good healing powers, but love, the scar is completely gone. It makes me a bit sad.”

Xander blushed and squirmed, “Might be leftover from all the times I was possessed by demons and such. I never told the other Scoobies, they’d want to take it away and the leftover powers make me feel more useful.”

“Our little secret then.”

Xander closed his eyes. He was worn out. After all I had done with and to his body, I wasn’t surprised. I lazily stroked his chest, pushing his shirt up.

“That’s nice, Spike. But, I’m tired. I spent two hours masturbating in a chair; I just want to sleep now. I promise when I wake up, you can do everything to me that pops into the little head of yours, but now-” He yawned. “Sleep…”

He trailed off and watched him fall asleep. I grinned. I wanted to wake him up and ask him what he had been envisioning that he was able to wank for two straight hours, but I didn’t. Xander needed his sleep if he was going to keep up with me and every idea that popped into my little head. I settled down beside him and lazily sucked on his neck. I couldn’t have asked for my plan to go any better. Before I joined Xander in dreamland, I wondered if any other Saturday could ever live up to this one. I grinned, that sounded like a challenge I was willing to take. I drifted off dreaming of all the things I wanted to do to Xander. Tomorrow was going to be a perfect Sunday.

The End

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