Hottub-A-Rama

 

“Heaven,” Xander thought for the thousandth time. He checked his list one more time.

DVD in the player. Beer. Towels. Water-proof remote control. Hot tub. View of ocean to be ignored. Wide-screen TV that can be viewed from said hot tub. Hot-tub friendly lube. And… what else? Favorite toy. And…Oh, yes, no Anya. No Spike.

 

Xander sent a heart-felt thanks to his boss’s relative who had created the emergency which left him house-sitting for three days for four cats. He had been urgently called upon to stay in this lovely sea-side home which made Xander sneer at thoughts of  how poor his share of the company profits were in comparison. He was to tend to the four cats; making sure litter box stayed clean, food, water and play were provided,  and the elderly, sweet calico got her meds. All for a hundred dollars, free run of the hot tub (providing he clean it) and fully-stocked kitchen (ditto.) Life had finally thrown him a bone.

 

The balcony where the tub was located jutted out from the cliff face some two stories above a wide restricted beach. No one could see into the private porch. Xander lit the two tall pillar candles that sat near the tub’s rim and switched off the overhead light. He dropped his robe and climbed naked into the steamy goodness of the tub. “Ahhh… The soup de jour is cream of Harris soup,” he giggled to himself and snagged a beer.

 

He sat facing the ocean, letting the tension of the day and, really, the whole last two months drain out of him. He had thought his life was good. He had a new apartment, a beautiful girlfriend, and Spike had found some new friends somewhere to play with.

 

He was still in the phase of the relationship (not that he’d had any relationships to compare it to, but he’d heard) where he put most of his own pleasures aside to make Anya  happy. He’d spent months with her, indulging her kinks, and trying what ever she wanted: role playing, bondage, spanking, candle wax, almost everything. Suddenly, Xander realized how many of his former girlfriend’s kinks had to do with pain. His pain. Big surprise… not. Xander took a big gulp of the fine, dark beer and sighed at the memory of the beginning of the end.

 

He had started wanting to try new things that were his idea, but Anya was ever-aggressive and dominated every situation. Finally, one night when she’d had him tied down and blind folded, she’d asked what kind of punishment a bad boy like him needed. In the heat of arousal, he voiced his secret fantasy and told her to take her pink dildo (the smallest one) and shove it up his ass. That would teach him a lesson.

 

And she had freaked. “Unclean, Xander! That just isn’t done!” Who knew a thousand year old demon could have anal issues?

 

Xander had tried to explain how good it felt to him. And that no, it did not make him gay. He’d experimented as all boys did, and it felt best to him. His prostate was his sadly neglected friend. Over the years he’d kept it very secret, and the one time he’d been brave enough to buy a butt plug while in Oxnard, he had not had the nerve to bring it home.

 

So he let it go for a while. Another month of playing the games she chose. Then he’d found himself in the video store in the adult room. Xander had rented what seemed to be the tamest of the videos involving women, toys, and their asses. When he’d put it in the player and joined his honey on the bed, the movie did not make it past the title card before Anya freaked.

 

“I’ve cursed men to want to have large, strange things stuck up their bottom, Xander. Why would you want me to do that to you? For that matter, why do you want to do it to me? I have two holes you can use, Xander. I don’t see why you need another.” Xander opened his mouth to say he’d rather she do that to him, but didn’t have the chance to draw breath. “I can’t stay here any more, Xander. You’re just going to keep wanting it and probably secretly playing with yourself there when I’m not around and I can’t look at you and spend my time wondering what you’ve had up your bottom.”  She turned to leave and stopped. “And EW! I can’t be in this apartment wondering what in it has been up your bottom!”

 

The next day she left while he was at work. He spent a week railing against the unfairness, packing her stuff away, and finally tearing up pictures of her. He came to understand that he finally did have his own place to himself, he could have whatever toys he liked around, and he liked butt plugs, damn it. He’d gone on-line and spent too much on silicone and rubber toys of varied sizes and shapes. Some were bigger than he’d ever want to actually use, but it was arousing just to slick them up and imagine.

 

It was fun for a couple of weeks. He’d look forward to coming home from work, just so he could explore his new hobby. He discovered some favorite videos and bought his own copies. Life was good.

 

Then the fangless menace returned. 

 

One evening, a bored Spike had convinced Xander to shoot pool with him, and Xander had wound up drunk. The vampire half-carried him home and tricked an invite out of him. With Willow away on a trip with her folks, and Giles in England for a month, Xander had no way of uninviting him.

 

Fortunately, Xander was home all that first day with the snoop and shoved Spike out the door as soon as the sun vanished. With the resolve of one who recognized Spike the mooch was back, Xander carefully packed all his funnest toys away in the chest he’d carved and Willow had spell locked to his touch. Sure enough, Spike took to showing up now and again, more and more often crashing in the closet/guest bedroom.

 

On the good days, Spike wasn’t such bad company. They liked pretty much the same movies and could both bitch about Buffy and her soldier. On the bad days, it was worse then living in the basement. Spike took moods of being a slob and excelling at it. Xander had grown up in a slobby household and had seen enough towels on the floor and dirty dishes on the table for one lifetime.

 

Then, this week, things started turning around. Willow came back Tuesday and cast the uninvity spell Wednesday.  His boss had begged him to house sit on Thursday. And today, Friday, he sat here in hot-water comfort with the happy imaginings of Spike scowling at the bag of his junk on the door step, then bouncing off the barrier when he tried to go in.

 

Thus cheered, Xander turned his back on the endless, beautiful, moonlit ocean, and picked up the remote control. He pushed aside the fact that Anya had left him over this very DVD and pressed play on “Lesbian Butt Plug-O-Rama”.

 

Xander knew this video well, knew just where all his favorite high points were. As the slim brunette with a  rose tattoo undressed for the leggy redhead, Xander began to fondle himself. He shifted against the side of the tub, felt the knob of the jet press his back, and realized he was not taking full advantage of the situation.

 

He moved the candles closer to the control panel and, remembering his absent host’s instructions, turned on the jets. 

 

With a little experimentation, Xander figured out how to aim the jets, and was soon kneeling on a seat facing the house, and letting a jet of hot water buffet his cock, hardening it. While fun and different, it soon became too much and he turned the jet almost closed so just a constant current caressed him. He looked once more to the movie and saw his favorite part was coming on.

 

A small Asian woman walked across a room and pulled open a drawer. An array of butt plugs and dildos were spread out across a black cloth like jewelry on display, sorted by size. It was one thing that had inspired Xander to go shopping.

 

With a happy wiggle, Xander slicked up his favorite butt plug. It was jelly red, a six inch cone that flared to an inch and a half across at the widest. It was long, too, so he could rock it in and out, stretching himself until it finally popped inside, with the flat base of the cone holding it in. Xander knelt up on the underwater seat and re-aimed the jet up so it still hit his cock, yet he could lift his ass up out of the water to work the toy in.

 

The woman in the video picked a massive plug, bigger than any Xander could conceive of using, yet he could imagine how it would feel. As she arched and pushed her slick black toy, Xander pushed steadily with his. He always took his time, and it having been some weeks since he had gotten to play, he took it even slower, though his mind wanted it in already.

 

As the woman pumped the toy, a frightening amount of the black dildo vanishing into and appearing out of her pale body, Xander relaxed and made that final push. The red plug popped inside and settled into place. Xander closed his eyes with a sigh. He felt complete. He wanted the sensation to last. After all, he had all night.

 

Grabbing another beer from the mini-cooler and the remote, Xander moved back to the other side of the tub. He put his back to the ocean and lowered himself into the water. It was time to see if the next part of his experiment worked.

 

Xander situated himself comfortably. He mentally purred as the plug hit on the seat and shifted against his prostate. Hello, friend. He then reached down between himself and the smooth seat of the tub and pressed the suction cup base down. He felt it take hold and settled in to watch some more of the movie. He was effectively impaled. Trapped. Forced to sit still, well, okay, forced to stay in one spot, because shifting was more than fine, and watch porn and drink beer. Life was good.

 

“Why the bloody hell did you block me out, you wanker?” the black and white apparition that suddenly appeared on the small porch demanded.

 

Xander shrieked like a girl, dropping both beer and remote into the water. “Spike!” he choked. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Tracking you the hell across town to get you to let me back in,” Spike snarled, leaning with locked arms against the edge of the tub. “And what are you doing here, anyway?”

 

Xander shifted, wondering how to get the plug off the seat and hopefully get out of the tub before Spike saw what was going on. Maybe he could find a nice bit of wood on the way and dust the pesky vamp. He already had to clean the tub because of the beer. Vamp dust couldn’t add that much to it. “House sitting! And you’re not invited!” He grabbed the beer bottle out of the water and put it down on the wooden surround with a thunk.

 

“This is the porch, wanker. I don’t have to be invited onto a porch!”

 

“Why did you track me down? Wasn’t me leaving your crap on the door mat clue enough that I DON’T WANT YOU AROUND?”

 

“BECAUSE YOU HURT MY FEELINGS!” Spike blurted.

 

Xander blinked. Had he really just heard what he though he had?

 

Spike was suddenly busy looking at the hot tub to cover what he might have just said, and Xander suddenly realized how naked he was under the clear water. He hit the button that turned on the bubbles, and felt a surge of satisfaction when Spike jumped a little at he sudden noise and motion.

 

“Go away. Please?”

 

Spike peered into the tub boiling water like a cat into a bathtub. “You know, I’ve never actually been in one of these. Drusilla was afraid of them. She insisted they’d cook her quim, melt my willie, or some damn  fool thing.” Spike pulled up his sleeve and tentatively dipped a hand into the water.

 

“Spike…” The plug had become uncomfortable, and Spike wouldn’t leave. Xander realized he could probably get loose under cover of bubbles.

 

“Mmmm. Body temperature.”

 

“Go away, and I won’t dust you first chance I get.” Xander threatened.

 

“Join you? I’d love to.” Spike slipped off his coat, draped hung it on a plant hook far from the water, and skinned off his t-shirt.

 

While Spike was distracted, Xander fumbled beneath himself and managed to pop the suction cup loose. Now he just had to get to a towel, get out without dropping it. Xander judged the distance to towel and plotted a course out of the tub. There was no way he could climb out without throwing a leg over. Xander just prayed he could clench enough. Just as he noticed the movie freeze-framed on a redhead with her legs in the air about to be screwed by a blonde with a strap on, a naked Spike slid into the tub.

 

“Spike!” Xander squeaked. “Get out!”

 

“Why are you so all-fired keen on getting rid of me?”

 

“why… why would I want you around?” Xander’s eyes darted around, searching to add the remote to his plotted escape list. Said remote bumped against Spike’s chest just as he located it.

 

Spike picked it up and raised an eyebrow at Xander before looking through the glass doors for the first time. He found the right button and hit play. The blonde was set in motion and she slid the slicked dildo into her friend’s waiting ass.  “Pretty birds at play. Nice. What else are you doing?”

 

Xander lunged for the lube, but Spike moved quicker and grabbed it first. Xander felt the plug shift within him, and quickly sat back down, pressing it into place. He sighed and slumped. “Fine. I’m having some alone time. Or was. I’ve not had any since you moved yourself back in.”

 

“You invited me fair and square, mate.”

 

“I did not! You got me drunk.” Xander couldn’t help but shift again, maybe he could get a towel into the water…

 

Spike changed scenes on the DVD several times. “I detect a theme.” He looked sideways at his unwilling tub partner. “Xander… what do you have up your ass?”

 

“Nothing!” Xander answered too quickly, then sputtered. “Why, I’d never do that! Nope. Just like to watch.”

 

“But there’s lube. And it’s water based. Wouldn’t do to use under water.”

 

“Spike…” Suddenly tired of almost shouting over the noise, Xander flipped off the bubbles and stared down at his limp cock through the candle reflections on the water. “I know you’re evil. You’ve proved it once and for all tonight. I will never doubt your evilness again. But I was having a god time. without you. Without Anya. For the first time in months, life threw me  a bone and you came and took it from me.” He looked over to the vampire, expecting to see him smirking at him, but Spike was looking out over the ocean, his eyes far away.

 

Xander studied this unusually pensive attitude. After a few minutes, Spike spoke softly. “That’s why Anya left, innit? You found the one kink line she wouldn’t cross.” Xander said nothing, wondering what else the vamp had figured out. “Dru didn’t like such things, either. Said the stars cursed those that played like that.” He chewed on a lip and turned to Xander. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. But. When I was a young man…” Spike waved his hand. “Ah. You don’t care. I’ll go away.” He braced his hands to rise out of the tub.

 

Spike never spoke about his human days. That, and his sudden change of mood, made Xander waver. “Um… Spike?”

 

Spike hesitated. “Yeah?”

 

Xander sighed. “You’ve killed my mood, you may as well stay.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really. Tell.”

 

Spike settled back in the water. “In my day, for good health and mental stability,” he said as if quoting a slogan, “you had your bowels cleansed once a week.”

 

“Ew. TMI, Spike.”

 

“It was a part of everyday life, mate. Ladies did it twice a day, cause once they got all laced up in those sailing ships they called dresses, they couldn’t get out.” He glanced at Xander’s disgusted expression and shrugged. “My point is this; I didn’t care for the enema bit so much, but I very much came to like the fell of the nozzle slipping up my bum.”

 

If someone had dropped a running hairdryer into the water just then, Xander could not have been more shocked. Spike was… sharing. And intimate things. Now Xander suspiciously had to know why. “Oh,” he coughed. “At least you got something out of it.” He remembered the one time he’d eaten a whole block of Velveeta cheese and his mother had taught him a lesson by loosening him up. He’d not found any of that pleasant.

 

“It got so I’d get out the nozzle just to play with it. One time nursie caught me getting it out and so gave me an extra washing that week cause I told her that’s why I got it out. After that I found... other things.”

 

Xander shifted again, remembering his own explorations. “Things… the right shape,” he said.

 

“Yeah, yeah. Not too thick, and smooth enough.”

 

“And things you can’t… loose.”

 

They sat quietly in the wake of this sharing. “It makes you feel… complete, don’t it?” Spike asked, finally.

 

“It does. That’s a good word for it,” Xander agreed.

 

Spike had a far-away look as he thought back over a hundred years. He shifted his vision to Xander. “Ever go out with something in?”

 

If Xander hadn’t already been flushed by the heat, he would have blushed beet red. Spike smiled. “I knew you were up to something!”

 

“What? When?”

 

“After Anya left. Sure you smelled of sex often enough when she was around, but it was always washed off and tided away more often than not. But after she left, you’d leave a scent trail behind you a mile wide. You had a new hobby and some days you took it to work! You naughty boy!”

 

“Oh! Damn you vampires and your smelling, anyway!” Xander smacked the surface of the water, sending up a splash. “Is that why you wanted back in my life?”

 

Spike shrugged. “I admit. I wanted to know what you were up to. That, and the opportunity to have access to a shower, a microwave that works, and cable helps.” Spike grinned with his jaw stuck out.

 

“I didn’t think it was for my company.” Xander grumbled.

 

Spike shrugged. “Not saying it was,  but you must admit movies are more fun with someone to watch with.”

 

“Okay, you have me out! I like sticking things up my ass! But I’m not gay! I had a fun routine and something fun to do until you ruined it and wouldn’t leave me alone!”

 

“I had to know, pet. It was too delicious a thing.”

 

Some of Xander’s anger came back, partly caused by the now-uncomfortable plug in his ass. “Well, now you know!” he snapped, then slumped. “Spike. Just go away. My… my ass is hurting and I just want to got to bed.”

 

There was a pause as the vampire studied him. “I’m sorry, pet.”

 

Xander blinked. “Huh? What did you say?”

 

Spike ran a hand over his hair. “I said I’m sorry. Look. This has just reminded me what I’ve been missing. I’ve not played that way in over a century. I’d forgotten, put the idea away. Now I realize Dru is gone and I can bloody do what I want. I’m saying I’m sorry cause… cause you shouldn’t loose it, too.”

 

Xander squinted at Spike. “Where’s the pod? You’ve got to be a pod Spike. The real one would never talk like this.”

 

Spike chuckled. “Do you really know me? Have you ever tried to get to know me?’

 

“Let’s see, evil, undead, vampire, serial killer. I never thought I needed to know more.”

 

Spike looked away and Xander thought maybe he saw some loneliness in his eyes. “I never thought you were gay, by the way. And I’m not either. I’m try.”

 

“Tri?”

 

“Try. I’ll try anything sexual,” the vampire smirked.

 

“Spike!" Xander sighed. "Look. You can stay here and soak, just turn off the jets and the bubbles and put the lid on before you leave, okay?”

 

“Yeah, thanks, mate.”

 

Xander plotted his route out of the tub. There was no way he could safely climb out without flashing the vamp his ass with it’s bright red plug in place. “Spike?”

 

The vampire had settled down in the tub so he was submerged to his ears. “Hummm?” he said without opening his eyes.

 

“Keep your eyes closed as I climb out, Okay?”

 

“Hummm.” Spike said, not moving.

 

Xander clenched and stood up out of the water. The cool wind from the ocean hit him and he shivered. He swung one leg out of the tub and reached for a towel. A sudden loud gasp from the vampire made him hastily try to sling the towel around himself even as he tried to finish climbing out. Only a strong, quick hand grabbing his arm  kept him from tumbling out head first.

 

Xander paused with one foot in the tub, the other out, one hand clutching a now-wet towel, and the other resting on the tub’s edge. He closed his eyes and willed his heart rate to slow. However, the instant he realized he was bent over naked with a plug in his ass and an equally naked vampire behind him, holding his arm, his heart sped right back up. “Get your hand off of me, Spike,” he gritted.

 

“What? No thanks for saving my skull?” Spike said distantly and let go.

 

Xander dropped the wet towel on the edge of the tub and finished climbing out. He turned to glare at the vampire, only to find him standing crotch-deep in the water, biting his lip, and gazing at Xander’s backside. “SPIKE!” he cried as he scrabbled for another towel and did his best to not look at the pale hand stroking an equally pale cock.

 

“That is so fucking hot, mate. I with I had one of those to play with.”

 

“An ass? Well, you can’t have mine!” Xander suppressed the unexpected thrill Spike’s words gave him and wrapped himself up.

 

Spike laughed. “Not that. Well, maybe that. A toy. I bet with all the modern materials they’re firm, smooth, and I can see they come in pretty colors…”

 

Xander had used a mirror to see himself plugged, and he knew how the bright red of this one stood out against his pale ass. It was one of the reasons he’d chosen it.

 

“How big is it, Xander? How big do you go? I want to know. I want to feel that again.”

 

The throbbing of his awakening cock surprised and confused Xander. “I… I have to go check on the cats.” He said quickly and ran in the house.

 

Xander ran right for the bathroom and changing area just inside the door. He dropped the towel, stood with his arms braced on the sink and looked down at his half-hard erection. “Why are you getting into this, you idiot?” he asked it. It just bounced once and dripped. He reached back and carefully removed the plug. He sat it on the sink, not being able to deal with it right now.

 

Xander grabbed a bathrobe from a hook and wrapped himself up in its softness. Without a glance out of the glass doors or at the movie that was once again playing, Xander crossed the living room and headed upstairs.

 

He found the calico cat in the center of the owner’s bed, which was her favorite place to be. “Hey, Chessie,” he cooed. The cat made the cat equivalent of a “huh?” sound and opened her eyes. Xander sat on the bed and stroked her soft fur. A steady purr started up and she closed her eyes again. It was the soft-voiced human who liked to scratch her chin. “You’ve got it so good, pretty kitty. People to wait on you, a big house to roam around in, all the kibble you want, no worries about your sexuality, no vampires to confuse you.”

 

Xander heard the motor for the bubbles start up and went to the window. The view of the ocean was magnificent, but Xander only looked down into the hot tub.

 

Spike was kneeling just were Xander had earlier, apparently watching the movie. His left arm was over his back and his hand moved…

 

Xander jerked back from the window. The sight of Spike fingering himself had sent a jolt of arousal and caused him to harden instantly. Xander took a deep breath. “Okay, cock. Let’s have this out.”

 

Chessie, hoping he was talking to her, mewed softly and stretched. Xander sat down beside her again and opened his robe. He absently petted the cat as he looked down at himself. “Look. That is Spike out there. We hate Spike.” His cock bobbed as if in agreement. “Okay, then why are you reacting to him like this?” No answer, of course. “It’s the whole sharing thing, isn’t it? It’s hot. You wanted to share with Anya. Had fantasies about sharing with her. Comparing notes, as it was. That was a big flop-ola. So we find anonymous, often scary people on the internet to share with. Some satisfaction there. But not much.”

 

Chessie rolled over so he could better reach her belly.

 

“Then Spike shows up. And he shares. Buddy, I don’t think he’s making this up. I really don’t. And just now, watching him… hell.” Xander’s cock hardened another degree. “Okay, I have to admit it’s hot. So what do I do?”

 

He looked to the purring, blissed-out cat who was apparently enjoying the best tummy rub of her life. “You do have a good attitude, cat. What if I do share? Will Spike tell on me? I doubt it, we have equal blackmail material. If he doesn’t touch me, it’s not gay at all. I mean, I’ve watched some guys play with toys in videos before and found it rather hot. So how is it different in real life?”

 

The cat rolled over and demanded a chin scratch now. Xander gave the cat the attention she demanded and let his mind calm for another ten minutes. He paused in his petting and the tri-colored head butted onto his hand. “You’re right, pretty kitty. Why not take what I can? I can always stake him later.” Xander gave the cat a kiss between her ears and went to the guest room.

 

He paused over the selection of toys he’d brought with him before bundling them all in a towel and returning downstairs. Spike was languidly floating in the tub when Xander came out. He turned off the bubbles and Spike righted himself. “Want me to leave after all, mate? Fair enough.”

 

“No. I don’t,” Xander admitted as if  it were something as difficult as delivering a negative test result. He pushed the cooler aside and unrolled the towel. Spike gave a low whistle and moved to look over the half-dozen toys. “I… Okay. I think it would be hot to share. I want to… want to talk about it. Want to… brag,” he said, blushing. “But no touching! Not gay!”

 

Spike retreated to the far side of the tub to give Xander space and held up his hands. “Right. Hands on selves only.” His serious expression broke down to a big grin. “Gunna let me play with your toys?”

 

“Only some of them. The ones I don’t like or use.” Xander hung the robe up and climbed back in the water before he could change his mind.

 

Spike let Xander settle back into the warmth of the tub and relax for a few minutes. He didn’t give the boy time for second thoughts or fidgeting, however.

 

“How old were you?” Spike asked quietly.

 

Xander startled a bit. “Huh? When?”

 

“When you first…” Spike pointed to the toys.

 

“Oh. About… twelve. Maybe thirteen.” Xander bit his lip and looked out over the ocean. This was the conversation he’d wanted to have with Anya, not Spike. Never imagined Spike, but life was funky on the Hellmouth. “I know exactly how it started. When I was thirteen, my uncle Rory was staying over. He was sleeping on the couch. Had fallen asleep, drunk  probably, watching TV. I came downstairs to get a drink and the movie was still playing.” Xander sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “A very naked blonde lady with huge breasts was kneeling on a bed, wearing a strap on. I thought she was going to do some other girl. Well, actually I first thought was how was she going to do herself with it on like that.” Spike chuckled without malice. “Then they cut to a wide shot. There was a guy on the bed with is ass in the air. I couldn’t look away. I was… horrified, and thrilled, and so turned on I came in my jammies.”

 

Xander shot Spike a look that dared him to say anything. The vampire merely nodded. “I know that feeling. One time I saw the downstairs maid with her skirt up to her knee adjusting her stocking and did the same thing.”

 

Xander took a moment and tried to digest which part of the statement was stranger: the bit with just a knee causing that reaction in anybody (okay, Victorian times), or Spike sharing again. Yep, Spike sharing. He shook that off and pointed to the toys. “I’ll let you have three of those. The blue one, the clear one and the fleshy one.” Spike practically dove to that side of the pool. “The blue and the clear are.. too small. And I don’t like the… feel of the fleshy one.”

 

He watched Spike pick up the three and examine them. He felt his cock twitch as the long fingers caressed the smooth shapes. “Thanks, Mate.”

 

More to distract himself from his growing arousal, he shared more of his story. “My fantasy from that moment was to have a woman use a strap on with me.” Spike nodded absently and picked up the lube. “Anya liked all kinds of games. Mostly domination games, surprise, surprise.” Spike rose up and knelt with his ass out of the water as Xander had seen him earlier. Xander’s hand went to his now hard cock on its own. “I let her choose the games. Then one night I blurted it out that I wanted a dildo in my ass.” Spike reached back and slipped two fingers into himself. “She… freaked.” Xander’s hand matched the rhythm of Spike’s fingers. “Weird, really. If I wanted to do her, and I’m not saying I wouldn’t mind that…” Spike slicked up the blue plug which was about the thickness of a long, straight finger. “She’s into all kinds of things, but I asked her to use…” Spike lined up the finger and slowly pressed it in. Xander paused in his attention to himself, and could only watch with his mouth open.

 

Spike sighed. “Bloody marvelous. Bint freaked, eh? Everyone’s got their squicks.” The bright blue length appeared and vanished into his pale hole.

 

“Um. Yeah. I wanted her to do it to me. I didn’t even push, much.” Spike’s right hand dipped down and pulled his cock. “And… she left.”

 

“Too bad. Woman are funny that way. Most won’t try things once they’re agin’ it.” Spike pulled the blue toy out and set it aside.

 

Xander found himself mesmerized by the clutching of Spike’s body. He knew that empty feeling. Suddenly, he needed to be filled, too. With a curse, he realized his favorite toy was still in the bathroom. He looked to his selection. That left the fleshy one that he’d already promised to Spike that was about he same size as his fave, or the next larger one.

 

It was a dark purple, and a full half inch bigger across. Xander knew that translated to almost another full inch around. He’d contemplated going bigger, but still hadn’t felt ready. But the other two were bigger still, and no way was he going there. Ever. He mostly liked to look at those and image them being used. Yeah, occasionally he would slick them up, liking the texture and shape of them. But that wasn’t gay. It was sensory stimulation that made the porn movies more real.

 

Spike slicked up the clear toy that had a wider flare about half way up that was the thickness of two fingers in an overall shaft of one and a half fingers. There was no way Xander was going to miss this show. Xander reached under himself and worked a finger in and Spike lined up the transparent plug. He found himself wishing it was a darker color like the other so he could watch the progress.

 

Spike worked the tip in and out for several long breaths before abruptly pushing it in to the base with a gasp. Xander’s hand sped up, his eyes closed, and he shot ribbons of come into the swirling water which soon dissipated. He didn’t see the vampire looking over his shoulder to get a more direct look at the boy than the reflection in the glass windows provided.

 

“Xander…” came the vampire’s soft voice after a minute. His eyes shot open and he met Spike’s gaze. “That was hot, Xander. Very… hot. And knowing this has been in your ass…” he said as he pulled the toy out and pressed it back. ”So… fucking… hot.” His eyes flashed gold as he added his own spunk to the waters.

 

“Why did you say that Spike?”

 

“Mmmm? Say what?” Spike sank down and let his head lull back against the side of the tub.

 

“That! All that! That… my toys were hot! That seeing me come was hot!” Xander tried to keep his freak mild and repress that it had made him hot to hear such things from Spike.

 

The vampire shrugged. “I always say what I think, don’t I? I’m forthright. Spike the Forthright, that’s me.” Spike got up and pulled two beers from the little cooler. Xander noticed the clear plug still nestled deep within Spike and surprisingly felt his cock give a twitch. Spike handed a beer to Xander and sat back down with a wiggle. “And I’m honest, too.”

 

Xander snorted and twisted the cap off his beer. “Right.”

 

“I am! Think about it a minute. I think you’re all a bunch of barking loonies, I tell you so. I think the Watcher is a wanker, so I call him one. Peaches is a poof, so there! I thought you were hot just now, so I told you. Seems you should be used to that, having spent so much time with demon girl. ” Spike tilted his head back and drained half the dark beer. “Ah! Good stuff.”

 

Xander chewed his lip in thought for so long, Spike was afraid he’d sent the boy into overdrive trying to think his way out of it.

 

“Hey! Whelp! Have you tried the jets against the plug yet?”

 

“Huh?” Xander startled out of his repressing cycle and shook his head. “No. I’d only just gotten comfortable when you showed up.”

 

“Sorry, mate. Thanks for sharing after all.”

 

Xander was surprised when the vampire sounded genuinely sorry and grateful. “Yes… well… um. What did you mean by using the water against the plugs?”

 

“Look. If the jets buffet the cock so nicely, I bet they’d wiggle a plug right pretty. Make it feel like it was alive inside ya.”

 

“Wouldn’t it… the water just go in?”

 

“Don’t have to get that close, I don’t think. Plug up, let’s try!”

 

Xander blushed. “I… I just came,” he mumbled, “and… mine is inside.”

 

“I see. Mind if I try it?” Xander shrugged. “I think the one with the wider base is in order.” Spike knelt again and pulled out clear toy. Xander gulped his beer as Spike slicked the flesh colored toy. He held it up. “Why don’t you like this one, Pet?”

 

“The... shape isn’t comfortable.”

 

“Is it bigger than your red one?”

 

“It’s pretty much the same size.”

 

Spike looked at he remaining toys. “So it’s a bigger one or nothing? I could go get it for you!”

 

“Spike. I am not inviting you in the house. I’m barely allowed in.”

 

“Can’t blame a bloke for trying.” Spike grinned and turned to watch reflected Xander as he watched him. “Mmmmmm. This is the biggest thing been in me in forever.”

 

Xander felt his cock harden and his hole twitch in sympathy. Damn it, he felt empty. His eyes flicked to the purple toy. It tapered nicely. If he took his time… another moan from Spike snapped his eyes back to where the head of the false cock pushed past the resistance point. “God!” Spike gasped. “I’d forgotten. How good…”

 

Xander slid along the seat, closer to Spike until he could reach the purple plug. He glanced up from the pile of toys to see Spike’s face. His mouth was open and a smile curled his lips. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back. The gel in his hair had washed out, leaving Spike’s white locks falling in loose curls. Xander blinked. The soft light of the candles and the expression of ecstasy had transformed the local Big Bad into a debauched angel. When the crystalline blue eyes opened, Xander had to draw in a sharp breath.

 

“Yeah,” Spike breathed. “Try it. So beautiful…” and the blue was gone again as Spike closed his eyes to focus on the feelings he was causing himself.

 

Xander snatched up the toy and the lube then quickly retreated to the other side of the tub.

 

Spike fiddled with the knobs and got a jet at it’s highest intensity. Then he bent over and lowered his ass until it was underwater and near the jet. Spike let out a moan.

 

“Does it work?” Xander asked.

 

“Yeah,” Spike breathed. “It’s twitching and squirming like it’s trying to crawl deeper inside. The water’s stroking my ass and balls. Try it.”

 

Xander couldn’t figure out just how to go about this. Before he’d always lain in bed with pillows to raise his ass. Now he couldn’t work out the logistics. He shifted and bent and couldn’t get in the right position. He wanted to watch Spike and be able to support himself and work the toy in and… After dropping the lube twice and the toy three times, Xander gave up, put his things on the side of the tub and sat down in the water.

 

Spike looked over at him. “What’s the matter?”

 

“I… this isn’t the right situation. I’d need four arms to be able to do what I want and I can’t relax when I’m too busy keeping my balance and I want to watch… the movie.” Xander cut off his babble. He almost admitted he wanted to watch Spike get off again.

 

“Let me help,” Spike said.

 

“What! Why? No!” Xander barked defensively.

 

“Why not? The chip won’t let me hurt you. You’ve already admitted you want someone to use toys on you. Come on, Xan.”

 

“I’m not gay.”

 

“I never said you were. It’s just... mutual masturbation. I’ll hold it still and you push back, how’s that?”

 

Xander wavered. He really did want to take in the bigger shape. It wasn’t comfortable in the tub, really. He was not about to invite Spike into the house. To get out of the tub to stand against the side would mean exposing himself to the cold wind off the ocean and kill the mood. And, well, damn it, the idea appealed. He shifted his focus from the far edge of the ocean to the blue eyes of Spike. “Yeah,” he said quietly, then added louder, “but your other hand keeps to yourself! And if I say quit. Quit.”

 

“Sounds right. Believe it or not, Pet. I am a considerate lover.”

 

“I don’t want to consider what kind of lover you are, Spike. Right now, you’re just a doorknob.”

 

Spike chuckled, not unkindly, and held out his hand for the purple plug. “I’ve been called worse. Lean over. Get comfortable.”

 

Xander hesitated one last moment, then handed over his prize and knelt up on the seat, leaning his weight on his elbows. The jet gently buffeted his cock. “Lots of lube.”

 

“I know. Too much is almost enough.” The remote was laying right in front of him, so Xander picked it up and found his favorite scene as Spike slicked up the toy. The Asian picked up her favorite and Spike gently touched his lower back. Even though he’d been expecting it, he still jumped a bit.  “Relax, pet,” Spike murmured, barely louder than the motors in the tub. “Watch your girl. She can take all that in, you can take this.”

 

Xander drew in a deep breath and let out tension with it. Yeah, he knew how to take it, too. He knew he could. That was one of the reasons he’d bothered to bring the bigger toys with him this weekend. He knew the black one like the girl was using would probably stay out of his reach, which was fine, cause, damn, it was big.  This one, however, was just one step bigger.

 

Spike lightly ran his hand over Xander’s lower back and said quiet, encouraging things.

 

“Okay, I’m ready.”

 

“Want to spread yourself? Or may I?” Spike asked.

 

Xander reviewed his mental movie. The one he’d constructed most recently with Anya in the role of plugger. Now, oddly, Spike easily filled that role in his mind, but without the strap on. No. Focus on the toy. That’s all this is about. Spike’s a doorknob. That’s all. “Y… you do it.”

 

“Thanks, pet.” Spike slid his hand down and pressed aside one of Xander’s cheeks. Xander swallowed and made himself relax. He focused on the movie. The girl was on her knees with her chest on a couch, like he was. Her pretty pink ass was opened when she reached one hand around much as Spike was. As she pressed her dildo against herself, Spiked matched the action.

 

“Like that, yeah? Just like her,” Spike almost cooed.

 

Xander pushed aside the wiggins that come from the idea of Spike cooing at him and let himself go into the experience. The girl arched her back and pushed into her dildo. Xander did the same. The tip went in easily, as he had already played some this night. He knew it got bigger and paused.

 

“Just when you’re ready, Luv,” Spike absently stroked Xander’s cheek with his thumb. “That bint’s  pro, taken that size before. This here’s a milestone for ya.” Xander pressed back a little as Spike held it still. “And I get to watch…”

 

“Spike…” Xander said softly, his eyes closed now. He didn’t know if he wanted the vampire to shut up or keep narrating. He pulled off and pushed back a little more.

 

“Yeah. A little more each time. God, that’s fucking brilliant, Pet,” Spike voice had gone from cooing to rough.

 

Xander wanted the narration. He pulled off and pushed back a little more. “How much? he asked. “To… touch me? So I can tell?”

 

Spike slid his hand down and around Xander’s ass. A jolt of unexpected intensity went through him and a smooth fingertip brushed his opening. “Another half inch. The dark plug against your pale skin is so hot.” Spike traced his stretched opening.

 

No one had ever touched Xander like this before or talked to him like in the movies. It wasn’t exactly his girl with strap-on fantasy, but so many of the elements were there. The pleasure/almost pain of the slow stretching made his head spin in way not unlike the shock of a scare or fight. He was floating in a pool of pleasure that maelstromed around his ass and the toy slipping in. Only Spike’s voice anchored him. “It’s big, isn’t it? I’m all stretched around it?”

 

“You’re so open. It’s amazing to see.”

 

Xander again pulled off and pushed back. “I want it, Spike. Push…”

 

Spike pressed forward to meet Xander’s thrust. “It’s at the widest, Pet,” Spike’s fingertip brushed his opening. “You’re going to be so full…”

 

The widest point slipped in, Xander felt his body draw in the bulk of the plug, and his stretched ring close around the neck. He felt a flood of satisfaction and a plateau of arousal. “Yes…” he hissed.

 

The gentle hands left him. He heard a splashing and knew Spike was now touching himself. Xander stood up a bit and looked over his shoulder Spike was indeed fisting his very hard cock, his right hand behind him and undoubtedly working his own plug.. “So very bloody hot! Touch it, Pet. Feel how full you are,” Spike gasped.

 

Xander reached back and fingered the plug’s base. He’d done it. the toy he’d looked at and thought was too big was nestled deep inside him. Experimentally, he grasped the slippery base and tugged. With some resistance, the plug came out. He pulled it out until just he tip rested against him. He closed his eyes and focused on every nerve on the quicker return trip. This time, as the base snugged up against him he came, hard, for the second time that evening.

 

When he could think again, he was kneeling on the bench, facing the windows with is head on his folded arms and his ass on his knees. His heartbeat  finally slowed and he rolled over in the water. A languidly smirking vampire nodded at him from across the water.

 

Xander closed his eyes again. “Christ,” he muttered.

 

“Regrets, Pet?”

 

“Yeah. Big surprise.”

 

Spike smiled his Cheshire cat-in-cream grin and stood up. “I don’t want my buzz killed. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen since Angelus fisted Darla. And that’s saying a lot.” The vampire climbed out of the tub and claimed the last dry towel. “I’ll be on my way. Thanks for the lovely time, pet.”

 

Xander was glad to see him go now. He wanted to revel in his success. Then a thought struck him. “How many times can a vampire come, anyway?”

 

Spike pulled his shirt over his head, and laughed. “Almost as many as we want, Pet. Say, you shot off twice tonight, didn’t you? I could come again, easily, watching you…” Spike shook his head in disbelief.

 

“So there is one good thing to being a vampire.”

 

“One of many, in my opinion. There’s an all night porn store a town over I can make it to and back before dawn. Can I pick you up anything?”

 

Xander’s mind flashed on a number of toys he’d seen on the net, but he wasn’t about to let Spike buy him anything. “No. Just… no.” Spike finished tying his boots, donned his coat, and leapt up on the railing. “Hey, Spike…”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Um.. thanks.”

 

“Thank you, Pet.” And with that, the vampire leapt and was gone.

 

Once his legs worked again, Xander pulled the purple plug out and put it with its comrades. The three he’d given Spike were gone. With a surprising thrill, he wondered if Spike still wore the last one for his shopping trip.