Suki Blue Fiction

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A man walked into a bar.

He walked straight back out again. “Whoa.”

“Welcome to Willy’s.”

Dean turned towards the voice, his eyes wide and his ability to believe them stretched even wider. “Now that was something you don’t see everyday,” he said.

A young man approached and stopped just a few feet away. He was young, dark-haired and handsome in a geeky, innocent sort of way. He also didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the scaly, bright orange slug man that walked between them with a timid, Michael Jacksonesque excuse me please; thank you very much.

“Unless you live in Sunnydale,” the young man said.

“No shit. And what the hell was that thing?”

“The slug guy? No clue. They all start to look the same after a while.”

If possible, Dean’s eyes widened just a tiny bit more. “This is a joke, right? I mean, we came looking for… Did Sam put you up to this?” He attempted a laugh and was well aware that it bordered on a whimper with a side of hysteria instead.

“No joke.”

Dean jumped as a large, inhuman thing crashed through Willy’s doors and landed with a worrying squelch on the sidewalk. A tiny, blonde girl followed him out and dusted down her 501s.

“I’ll be just a little while longer. Chuckles number one, here, is refusing to skip town. You okay out here, Xand?”

Xand pulled a pointed wooden stick from his pocket and brandished it with a stabbing motion. “Alive and staking, thanks, Buff.”

“Good,” Buff said, grabbing the squelchy guy by his ankles. “Looks like someone needs a skipping lesson.”

When she’d dragged him inside, Dean shook his head and turned back to the young man. “Unbelievable. Your names are Xand and Buff? What kind of freakish town is this?”

Xand shrugged happily. “Our Mayor was a snake.”

“Really?” Dean asked with a quizzical tilt of his head. “Why am I inclined to believe you?”

“Because you’re Dean Winchester. You look just like your picture. But way older.”

“You know me?” Dean asked. “Who the hell are you?”

“Xand-er. You don’t know me, but you know Rupert Giles.”

Dean looked Xander up and down. “Actually, my dad knew him – knows him.”

Xander nodded. “Giles said you were passing through for some demon intel and a Sunnydale Slushy. You know, we actually have jerky flavour. That’s how weird this town is.”

That was seriously weird, and Dean had a pretty big list of Things He’d Seen That Were Weird. Ooh, and now he could add vampires to it. Fun. He pointed behind Xander. “Men with fangs! Men with fangs!”

“Shit, vamps. BUFF!” Xander gripped his pointy stick like a naughty cucumber and pulled Dean back.

The vampires closed in, blocking the door to the bar.

“Don’t suppose you’ve got a car nearby, do you?” Xander asked. “Because I’m thinking one stake plus six vamps makes Xander and Dean dull boys.”

And, oh god, in a town apparently full of the supernatural he had to find the one comedian.

“This way.” With Xander in tow, Dean streaked – not in a naked way – across the parking lot. He fumbled with the keys as the vamps closed in and Xander bounced impatiently beside him.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Xander chanted.

All the situation needed was a screaming blonde and some Metallica, and Dean would have had his own personal cheesy horror movie. As it was he had a frantic brunet who was completely putting him off finding the right key and the only soundtrack they had was the sound of a dog yakking in the distance. Sucked.

Finally, the right key slid into the lock and clicked. Dean yanked open the door and bundled them both inside, locking the door behind them and suddenly wondering which leg was his.

“Wow,” Xander said from his position between Dean’s legs. “That was one sick dog.”

“Telling me.” It was weird that all Dean could suddenly smell was chocolate and an autumn breeze. Since when did autumn have a smell? And hello? It was summer.

Xander looked down at him and licked his lips. “I should probably… Am I squashing anything?”

“No, you’re not.” Actually, Dean was pretty sure they were both lying on Sam’s lucky Sprite with the missing eye. The Sprite really hadn’t been so lucky and technically it did mean that Xander was squashing something. “Not at all.”

So Xander kissed him.

Xander had nice, soft lips, a smooth chin that signalled he was definitely as young as he looked and a very suckable wet tongue that – whoa - was doing some crazy-ass nice things and making him hard as a fucking rock.

It also appeared that Xander had two erections, but Dean was relatively sure one of them was the stake. He reached down to check because, hey, this was a town full of weird.

Dean found the stake, then found the erection. Xander groaned and ripped Dean’s shirt open. Okay, it seemed this kid was friskier than he looked. It also seemed that Xander was good with nipples.

The vampires outside the car were having a squabble, at least that was what Dean determined by Hombre, back off. This is my meal. Don’t think so, loser. Loser? Who you calling a loser? I’ve got one thing to say to you, bud: half inch. Take that back! Take that back! I’ve got bigger fangs than you’ll ever have! Prove it, tough guy!!

Xander had a nice butt, too, and that was the thing to focus on. Dean grabbed it and squeezed and gasped when Xander pivoted his hips and grinned like a mischievous monkey.

“Giles says you’re a hunter,” Xander said after he’d attacked Dean’s neck.

“That’s right. But I still don’t – holyfuckingchrist – know who you are.”

“I’m Xander. I’m the guy who’s gonna suck your cock.”

Dean was quite glad he’d decided to go out for a drink and leave Sam at the motel. He was also glad he’d been born, that he had visited a place named Sunnydale, that he had a car and, as Xander opened his fly and sucked down his cock, Dean was just very glad in general.

Halfway through the blowjob, Xander let Dean’s dick slip from his mouth with a pop. “I feel it only fair to tell you that there’s a tendency in these parts to end up under a spell. I’ve fallen victim a few times and I hate to say it, but this scenario we’ve got going here? It really doesn’t feel like something I’d normally do. I mean, I’m definitely sure I’d want to, but I’m not sure I’d be so forward. But the fact is, you have a fantastic cock and god I’m so hard for you and really I just don’t care…”

Dean flipped them over and silenced Xander with the deepest of kisses. He scrambled to open Xander’s pants, pulling them down to his ankles and spreading his legs. “You talk too much. And your cock is fantastic, too,” he said as he stared it in its one eye. “And, you know, maybe there’s something in this spell thing because I might be a man-slut but I’m not this much of one.”

“Do you care?” Xander asked.

Dean didn’t need to think about that. “Fuck, no.”

They humped, kissed, licked and steamed the windows up and, damn, it was so good. And when they came they clung to each other and completely ignored the six weird whooshing sounds from outside.

“Jesus, that was… Jesus,” Dean said. He was completely exhausted and sweating buckets. Xander was lying limply beneath him, a silly, lopsided smile on his face.

“Oh, yeah. Intense,” Xander said. “Very intense and can we do that again?”

Just as Dean was about to offer to drive him home and nail him against the wall of his house, there was a light tapping at one of the windows. They both sat and fastened things up and it was only then Dean remembered there had been actual vampires outside.

The tap came again and Dean wiped his hand in a circle to clear the steam and see who it was.

“Is Xander in there?”

Oh, it was Buff.

“I’m here!” Xander called. “I’m okay! Are you okay?!”

“Not really,” Buff called back. “I got the vamps. Then I made out with a really sick dog.”


The End