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Goodbye Mr. Chip(s)
Set in Season 4, The Yoko Factor. Spike makes an unusual deal with Adam to have the chip in his head removed.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
GOODBYE MR. CHIP(S)
"Why haven't you killed the slayer yet?" Adam asked matter-of-factly.
"Cos... I got this buggerin' chip in my head, don't I?" Spike snorted sarcastically before taking a long drag on his cigarette and blowing out the smoke from the side of his mouth.
"Yes, your behavior modification circuitry. I know what you feel."
"Not bloody likely," Spike scoffed.
"You feel smothered," the cyborg's deep voice continued. "Trapped like an animal. A beast so powerful, it cannot be contained. I can remove your chip... make you whole again. Make you savage."
"Wow! I mean, yeah," Spike said in awe. "What do I have to do? You know... make me 'savage' again?"
"I will restore you to what you once were, when I have the slayer."
Spike laughed softly. "Just like that, yeah?"
"Yes. Just like that."
"Well, guess I'll push off, then," Spike said coolly as he stubbed out his cigarette on the arm of the battered couch he was slouching in.
"Work on my evil plan to trap the slayer and all that..."
When Adam made no move to comment further, Spike sniffed and pulled himself to his feet and made a hasty retreat.
~~ ~~ ~*~
Spike couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned and when he did doze off, he was blessed with fevered dreams of killing Buffy; sinking his fangs into the supple flesh at her throat... drinking her sweet nectar... bathing in her blood... fucking her hard as she died in his arms...
Bloody hell, but he was as hard as a rock, thinking about Buffy's ending! He threw off the sheet covering his naked body and reached down with one hand to grasp his erect and dripping cock.
Spike slowly pulled the foreskin away from his tip and hissed as he ran his thumb over the weeping slit, gathering the pearly liquid to ease the way. He closed his eyes and groaned softly as he brought his other hand down to fondle his balls, rolling them between his fingers while he lazily stroked his shaft.
The blond vampire had continued a steady rhythm on his cock for several long minutes, but slowed when he became aware of a pair of eyes watching him from the shadows. Knowing that he had an audience aroused Spike even more and he deliberately took longer, more languid pulls on his dick until his fantasies got the better of him.
Spike moaned loudly for his voyeur's benefit and hurriedly finished himself off, his orgasm coming as one of the hardest he had enjoyed in a very long time. When his shudders had calmed and he regained some composure, the blond raised himself on one elbow and looked in Adam's direction.
"Can come out now, Mr. Bits... know you been watchin' me," Spike smirked.
The cyborg stepped into the light, his camouflage colored pants open, holding the biggest erection in his hand that Spike had ever laid eyes on. The small vampire licked his lips and began to purr happily.
"Anatomically correct, eh pet?"
"Yes, Spike. Dr. Walsh has made me in man's image. I am fully functional."
"Do tell," Spike pressed as he slid off the edge of his bed and went over to stand directly in front of the equivalent of Frankenstein's monster, unashamed of his own nudity.
"I have watched you, Spike. You do things to your penis that give you great pleasure. I want to know what that pleasure is. I want you to give me pleasure."
Spike didn't suck cock and he never let anyone fuck him, but he was not opposed to mutual masturbation. After all, in his more than one hundred years of existence, he had wanked off quite a few demons and humans alike, and this wouldn't be any different.
"Alright, big boy," Spike said silkily. "I'll give you pleasure... on one condition..."
"I do not accept conditions, vampire. You will give me pleasure."
"What if I don't? I'm not the one walkin' round sportin' wood, am I?" Spike leered and ran his tongue over his teeth.
Spike could see the cyborg calculating the validity of what he knew to be true and he was pleased to have the upper hand.
"What do you want in exchange for pleasure? I can give you anything you desire."
"Not much," Spike purred. "Just want this bloody chip outta my head's all..."
"I have already promised that. You shall have the chip removed in due time."
Spike was getting nowhere fast, but his cock was getting more and more interested as his eyes kept staring at Adam's turgid flesh.
"Right, then." Spike sighed. "Let's get on with the pleasure. Come and sit down on the bed where it'll be more comfortable."
Adam made his way over to the blond vampire's bed and sat down on the edge, still holding his leaking prick in one big hand. Spike followed, then straddled him, easing himself onto the cyborg's lap.
Spike marveled at the difference between his penis and the monstrosity attached to Adam. Spike's long, thick, porcelain shaft was quite a contrast against the darker, longer and fatter appendage straining for attention in front of him.
"Can let go now, pet..." Spike said quietly as he gently replaced Adam's fingers with his own.
"Let me do all the work, yeah? Just enjoy the here and now."
Spike lined up both cocks and a soft groan slipped past his lips when he squeezed them together and gave them a gentle tug.
Adam's cock jerked in appreciation, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
"This body is responding to what you are doing, Spike. It is a phenomenon that I do not understand. Am I feeling... love?"
"Can call it whatever you want, pet..."
Spike groaned some more as he concentrated on getting himself off, pulling and stroking and twisting on the two cocks he held squeezed together in his hands. He wasn't too sure if he could bring the cyborg to completion and frankly, at this point, he didn't much care.
As Spike climbed closer to the edge, the chip in his head suddenly started to tingle. The familiar feeling that it was about to fire gave the blond vampire cause to panic. He was ready to cum... needed.. to cum, but he couldn't stand the thought of more pain in his head.
Then, without warning, as if the cyborg could read his mind, Adam covered Spike's hands in a constricting clench and began to pump them hard.
Two hours later, after a few pleasurable chip firings and several mind-blowing orgasms for Spike, Adam had finally found sweet release. He removed the sated and sticky vampire off his lap and sat him down gently onto the bed.
"That... was... interesting, Spike. Thank you."
"Ta..." Spike mumbled with a stupid grin on his face, then collapsed onto his back and started to snore.
Adam looked at Spike for several long minutes, then rose and pulled the sheet up to cover his pale form. He pressed his lips to the blond vampire's cheek, then turned and went back to Dr. Walsh's lab, a new man.
The End.
make no money. This is for entertainment only.
Acknowledgement: For spangel_lover Challenge of the Year
at Yahoo groups.
Feedback is always welcomed.
GOODBYE MR. CHIP(S)
"Why haven't you killed the slayer yet?" Adam asked matter-of-factly.
"Cos... I got this buggerin' chip in my head, don't I?" Spike snorted sarcastically before taking a long drag on his cigarette and blowing out the smoke from the side of his mouth.
"Yes, your behavior modification circuitry. I know what you feel."
"Not bloody likely," Spike scoffed.
"You feel smothered," the cyborg's deep voice continued. "Trapped like an animal. A beast so powerful, it cannot be contained. I can remove your chip... make you whole again. Make you savage."
"Wow! I mean, yeah," Spike said in awe. "What do I have to do? You know... make me 'savage' again?"
"I will restore you to what you once were, when I have the slayer."
Spike laughed softly. "Just like that, yeah?"
"Yes. Just like that."
"Well, guess I'll push off, then," Spike said coolly as he stubbed out his cigarette on the arm of the battered couch he was slouching in.
"Work on my evil plan to trap the slayer and all that..."
When Adam made no move to comment further, Spike sniffed and pulled himself to his feet and made a hasty retreat.
~~ ~~ ~*~
Spike couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned and when he did doze off, he was blessed with fevered dreams of killing Buffy; sinking his fangs into the supple flesh at her throat... drinking her sweet nectar... bathing in her blood... fucking her hard as she died in his arms...
Bloody hell, but he was as hard as a rock, thinking about Buffy's ending! He threw off the sheet covering his naked body and reached down with one hand to grasp his erect and dripping cock.
Spike slowly pulled the foreskin away from his tip and hissed as he ran his thumb over the weeping slit, gathering the pearly liquid to ease the way. He closed his eyes and groaned softly as he brought his other hand down to fondle his balls, rolling them between his fingers while he lazily stroked his shaft.
The blond vampire had continued a steady rhythm on his cock for several long minutes, but slowed when he became aware of a pair of eyes watching him from the shadows. Knowing that he had an audience aroused Spike even more and he deliberately took longer, more languid pulls on his dick until his fantasies got the better of him.
Spike moaned loudly for his voyeur's benefit and hurriedly finished himself off, his orgasm coming as one of the hardest he had enjoyed in a very long time. When his shudders had calmed and he regained some composure, the blond raised himself on one elbow and looked in Adam's direction.
"Can come out now, Mr. Bits... know you been watchin' me," Spike smirked.
The cyborg stepped into the light, his camouflage colored pants open, holding the biggest erection in his hand that Spike had ever laid eyes on. The small vampire licked his lips and began to purr happily.
"Anatomically correct, eh pet?"
"Yes, Spike. Dr. Walsh has made me in man's image. I am fully functional."
"Do tell," Spike pressed as he slid off the edge of his bed and went over to stand directly in front of the equivalent of Frankenstein's monster, unashamed of his own nudity.
"I have watched you, Spike. You do things to your penis that give you great pleasure. I want to know what that pleasure is. I want you to give me pleasure."
Spike didn't suck cock and he never let anyone fuck him, but he was not opposed to mutual masturbation. After all, in his more than one hundred years of existence, he had wanked off quite a few demons and humans alike, and this wouldn't be any different.
"Alright, big boy," Spike said silkily. "I'll give you pleasure... on one condition..."
"I do not accept conditions, vampire. You will give me pleasure."
"What if I don't? I'm not the one walkin' round sportin' wood, am I?" Spike leered and ran his tongue over his teeth.
Spike could see the cyborg calculating the validity of what he knew to be true and he was pleased to have the upper hand.
"What do you want in exchange for pleasure? I can give you anything you desire."
"Not much," Spike purred. "Just want this bloody chip outta my head's all..."
"I have already promised that. You shall have the chip removed in due time."
Spike was getting nowhere fast, but his cock was getting more and more interested as his eyes kept staring at Adam's turgid flesh.
"Right, then." Spike sighed. "Let's get on with the pleasure. Come and sit down on the bed where it'll be more comfortable."
Adam made his way over to the blond vampire's bed and sat down on the edge, still holding his leaking prick in one big hand. Spike followed, then straddled him, easing himself onto the cyborg's lap.
Spike marveled at the difference between his penis and the monstrosity attached to Adam. Spike's long, thick, porcelain shaft was quite a contrast against the darker, longer and fatter appendage straining for attention in front of him.
"Can let go now, pet..." Spike said quietly as he gently replaced Adam's fingers with his own.
"Let me do all the work, yeah? Just enjoy the here and now."
Spike lined up both cocks and a soft groan slipped past his lips when he squeezed them together and gave them a gentle tug.
Adam's cock jerked in appreciation, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
"This body is responding to what you are doing, Spike. It is a phenomenon that I do not understand. Am I feeling... love?"
"Can call it whatever you want, pet..."
Spike groaned some more as he concentrated on getting himself off, pulling and stroking and twisting on the two cocks he held squeezed together in his hands. He wasn't too sure if he could bring the cyborg to completion and frankly, at this point, he didn't much care.
As Spike climbed closer to the edge, the chip in his head suddenly started to tingle. The familiar feeling that it was about to fire gave the blond vampire cause to panic. He was ready to cum... needed.. to cum, but he couldn't stand the thought of more pain in his head.
Then, without warning, as if the cyborg could read his mind, Adam covered Spike's hands in a constricting clench and began to pump them hard.
Two hours later, after a few pleasurable chip firings and several mind-blowing orgasms for Spike, Adam had finally found sweet release. He removed the sated and sticky vampire off his lap and sat him down gently onto the bed.
"That... was... interesting, Spike. Thank you."
"Ta..." Spike mumbled with a stupid grin on his face, then collapsed onto his back and started to snore.
Adam looked at Spike for several long minutes, then rose and pulled the sheet up to cover his pale form. He pressed his lips to the blond vampire's cheek, then turned and went back to Dr. Walsh's lab, a new man.
The End.
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