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Author: EntreNous (entrenous88)
Title: Rub It In
Pairing: Spike/Xander, other m/m pairings
Rating: NC-17 by the end
Feedback: Yes, please. Concrit welcome via email.
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Summary: **AU** Working undercover at an exclusive gym to discover an international drug ring is tough, especially when some of the informants are hot British guys lying naked on massage tables, waiting to be rubbed down with oil.
Previous Parts: can be found here.
AN: This is a long-overdue charity fic written for novascotiasam. Thanks so much to her for making a donation, and for being so patient! I also have to thank darkhavens, who encouraged me to write this crazy fic. This part is 2,050 words.




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Rub It In
By
EntreNous
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From Part 1:



Xander’s eyes scanned his body, darting from his sculpted back to his strong looking legs to the completely biteable ass. He clutched the clipboard he held in his hands and tried not to whimper.

“Well?” The man half-turned on the table, scowling. “I haven’t got all day. So get over here and get your hands on me!”




Part 2



“Right, sure,” Xander said quickly to the client waiting for his massage. “Where do you want me on you? I mean, my hands on you. I mean --”

The man shifted to take another look at him, and narrowed his eyes. “Hey. You’re not that big lug who usually works me over.”

“No, that’d be Larry. I’m . . . uh . . .” His gaze swept over the man’s body, which was so not helping him remember his name. “Xander,” he finally said in a triumphant voice.

The man shot him another look, and for a moment Xander had no clue what the guy might do next. But it definitely fell on a spectrum of scariness between yelling at him and jumping on him to twist and snap his neck.

Instead, suddenly he gave Xander a toothy grin and stuck his arm out for hand-shaking. “Spike.”

“Spike. Pleased to meet you, Spike,” Xander said as he shook the offered hand with both of his. A beat passed before he could get it through his head to let go.

“I like you, Xander,” Spike announced with another shark like smile. He pulled his arm back and stretched as he lay on the table, lifting the towel covering from his backside just a little with the motion. “Now be a good boy, do me up right, and you won’t make me change my mind.”

“Right.” Xander rubbed his hands together. “So. You want a basic massage, or something more --”

“Just get on with it,” Spike snapped, and Xander bobbed his head in agreement even though Spike was facing the other direction.

He almost tripped as he spun around to get the oil, and then hurriedly began slapping it on his hands. He’d logged tons of hours in massage training to prepare for this operation, and he’d rubbed down so many people as part of that he couldn’t even begin to remember names and faces. Until now, he’d never acted the babbling stammering idiot he’d been since he’d walked in the room and seen Spike.

Nerves, he told himself. It was just nerves from the possibility that Spike was the key to cracking the case. Nothing at all to do with the fact that Spike was lying on the table looking like a sex god incarnate.

“Quit muttering to yourself,” Spike advised. Xander jumped in shock, but managed to turn it into a jaunty little leap getting back over to the massage table.

“I’m just going to start with your calves.” He rubbed his hands again to warm the oil on them and then began kneading Spike’s legs.

For a few moments, there was only the sound of flesh against flesh, the slide and groove of slick rubbing, the thick echo of oil worked into muscles, the noises of pressing and rubbing and caressing and stroking . . .

Xander shook his head to clear it before he moaned.

Then Spike moaned, a low rich sound full of darkness and promise, and Xander’s toes curled right up.

“That’s just lovely,” Spike said in a hoarse voice. “There’s talent in your hands, yeah? Come on now, don’t be shy; really give me what you’ve got.”

Xander swallowed and shifted to Spike’s thighs, biting his lip as Spike let out a shuddering breath.

“That’s it, that’s right, nice and slow like that,” Spike murmured.

And it went on like that. When Xander manipulated the pressure points on Spike’s shoulders, Spike made the best sex noises that had yet to reach Xander’s ears. When he stroked quickly along Spike’s lower back to loosen the muscles there, Spike practically purred as he pushed back into the light pressure.

The room felt crazy hot. A couple of times, Xander had to use a hand towel to dab at his sweaty forehead, but there was nothing he could do about his hard on. At least Spike wasn’t getting a view of much besides Xander’s sneakers. Even so, Xander was getting more than a little freaked out by how much he wanted to leap on top of Spike and finish rubbing the oil in using his body instead of his hands.

He tried to think back to his training to remember if there were any tricks for dealing with wanting to sex up your massage client and/or potential informant. Sure, it had happened a few times before, that he’d gotten an erection when he was starting his massage training as part of his covert ops persona. Everyone said that it was perfectly normal at the outset, when your brain hadn’t yet processed the line in the sand between giving someone a massage and getting your hands on someone’s body for sexy times.

But that had been when he’d just begun learning. For the later part of his training, and definitely since he’d worked at the gym for this assignment, he’d pretty much been too focused to get aroused. He was either under the spell of prodding and loosening knots of muscles, or oh-so-casually trying to turn the conversation to his client’s sources of frustration so they’d start to open up to him with information.

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have assumed he was past getting hot from rubbing someone down. Most of the men at the gym fell in the late middle age to older range, and nearly all of them had big bellies, barrel chests, and definitely reminded him a bit too much of his Uncle Rory. Spike was in a completely different category, and someone would have to be an android with every sexual urge file completely erased not to react to him.

Of course, while he was thinking all that, he had gone over every bit of Spike but his towel-covered rump.

“Just go ahead and take it off,” Spike encouraged him. “I want to feel those great big hands of yours working me over.”

“I’ll just -- under the towel,” Xander stammered. He slid his fingers up and -- he couldn’t help himself -- squeezed.

Luckily Spike let out a long loud groan; otherwise, he would definitely have heard Xander’s appreciative gasp.

Xander quickly decided that Spike’s ass was a perfect example of its kind. Smooth, just plump enough to round nicely into his palms, but firm and, no question, made for stroking. As he kneaded and rubbed, the towel hitched up little bit by little bit until he could see the curve of Spike’s light soft skin exposed, as well as the pink marks from where his own fingers had pressed there.

His hips had started to tilt forward slightly, almost like a homing device zeroing in on its destination. God, that ass . . . He held his breath as he imagined Spike laid out on a sumptuous spread in the middle of a green field, sunshine making the dusting of blond on his body glow in a golden haze that highlighted every muscle and sinew to perfection. As the scene came into focus in his head he could almost hear the swell of accompanying music.

“So I’ll turn over now, and you can get to work on the other side.” Before Xander could respond, Spike had flipped himself over.

And hey, there was something else swelling besides the song in Xander’s brain, because Spike’s cock was hard, too.

“Let me, uh . . .” Xander dangled a towel over Spike’s midsection with a shaking hand.

“Don’t mind if you go without.” Spike had already closed his eyes.

Yeah, but *I* mind, Xander wanted to say. Except for the part where he didn’t mind at all. But that wasn’t right either. He couldn’t waste time gaping at Spike’s tight little body, and his thick luscious prick, and wonder how it would feel to press against all that with his own clothes off.

With a pang, he dropped the towel to cover Spike up. He had to stop thinking about Spike’s ass; instead, he should be finding out of Spike’s was the ass of an international gangster.

“So, you new in town?” Xander asked. Maybe it was a crappy opening, but it was the best he could manage, given that he was staring at the outline of Spike’s hard-on pressing against the towel and rubbing his fingers along Spike’s creamy, muscular arms and chest.

Spike smiled, as though he liked that question, even if he kept his eyes shut. “Been around for a bit,” he answered after a pause. “Now, you, you’re new. I know I haven’t seen you before, or I’d have found out when your shifts take place long ago.”

“Oh, I’ve worked here for a few weeks, not too long.” Ask him if he’s a regular massage client, he told himself. Get him talking about any stress and tension he’s got, and about all those big urgent drug deals that are making him cranky and in need of rub downs.

Instead, he let the silence lapse for a time as he ran his hands up and down along Spike’s torso. When he finally did speak, the words that came out were, “Your skin’s so soft.”

He had to force his head down so that he didn’t steal a glance in the direction of the tiny microphone positioned in the never-watered flowering cactus plant. When Supervisor Wood ever heard this session . . .

Or maybe Wood was listening right now, observing Xander wasn’t hinting to Spike much of anything about his mob ties, and wondering what the hold up was. At that thought, Xander’s fingers flexed and tightened on Spike’s shoulders. Ask him more, he told himself. Start building trust so he’ll open up to you later.

“Like that, do you?” Spike asked, his voice low. “You like doing all of this, don’t you? Like how it feels?”

It seemed better not to answer that, especially when Spike opened his blue eyes to watch him intently.

“We done here?” Spike asked at last.

“Yeah, uh -- it’s been the full session time.” Xander checked the nearly hidden abstract clock on the wall, and reluctantly raised his hands to grab a towel to give Spike.

“You sure we’re done?” Spike laced his fingers behind his neck and then ever so slightly rolled his hips up. The towel folded back onto his taut abdomen, and his erection was again completely exposed. “I was just wondering . . . if you wanted to give this a happier ending.”

Xander was positive gym policy would require him to report a client soliciting him, and that his under cover team would want to know about it pronto too. Then again, it had never come up before, probably because everyone assumed that in this all-guys situation, macho manly space that it was despite the girly massage center, all sexy thoughts the clients had were of wives or mistresses instead of the male trainers.

But at the very least, he should be indignant and insulted, protesting out loud as soon as Spike made the suggestion, and oh god, every fiber in him wanted to ignore any existing masseur-client/agent-criminal ethics code and reach out to wrap his fingers around Spike’s cock.

Xander licked his lips. “I really shouldn’t.” He made a choking sound. That had sounded regretful, not appalled like he’d meant.

Spike shrugged, a small smirk on his lips. He trailed his fingertips down his chest and sighed. “Pity, that. I like those hands of yours. Well. Do you mind if . . . ?” He let his hand drift down further, fingers trailing along the oiled and glistening skin, stroking along the faint line of hair from his navel to his groin, just brushing under the edge of the towel and starting to --

“Oh god,” Xander blurted, stumbling backwards. “I, uh, I’ll just be, uh --”

He shut the door firmly behind him, resisting the urge to press his ear to the door to see how soundproof these rooms really were. Instead, he forced himself to march down the hall. The staff room, reached through the locker area, would probably be empty, and he could surreptitiously work on a report about Spike’s probable role in the drug ring.

One minute later, he was rushing back, and leaning forward against the still-closed door.

It turned out those rooms were really well insulated. Damn.



*~* tbc *~*

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altyronsmaker
Jun. 8th, 2007 06:31 pm (UTC)
Ahhh.

I feel like I need an after sex chocolate or something. Yummy!
I love that even though in his head, he's thinking all these "get the criminal to fees up his stresses" thoughts, but what actually comes out ofhis mouth is "Your skin is so soft." Hah!

And Spike...dammit. So seductive.

Totally awesome awesomeness here.
entrenous88
Jun. 8th, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
You are welcome to one of my chocolate chip cookies! *beams*

Wheee, I'm really glad you liked this bit! It was great fun to write (though, man, trying to come up with multiple words for massage, knead, stroke, rub, press, a little dizzying, too).

Thank you so much!
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wesleysgirl
Jun. 8th, 2007 06:33 pm (UTC)
Oh geez, this is SO HOT. *Dies*
entrenous88
Jun. 8th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Eeeee, thank you so much! *beams*
brujabroom
Jun. 8th, 2007 06:38 pm (UTC)
I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I was in hysterics with Xander I think it hit my funny bone with a mallet.

Phew excellent hun
entrenous88
Jun. 8th, 2007 09:29 pm (UTC)
Not at all! I'm very happy you found it funny. Yay, thanks!
a2zmom
Jun. 8th, 2007 07:32 pm (UTC)
So hot and sexy! How could blame Xander if he had jumped Spike right there?
entrenous88
Jun. 8th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Huzzah, thanks! And especially since Spike was all, "Jump me -- jumping me would be good right about now" (though of course that sounds more like Xander than Spike, but I *am* tired *g*).
denied_heaven
Jun. 8th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
oh maannn that was so hot!
just read both parts and wow
*loves*
entrenous88
Jun. 8th, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I'm really happy to hear you enjoyed this so far!
allyndra
Jun. 8th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
Good lord, Xander has such willpower! If Riley knew about this, he'd have to appreciate his dedication to the job. :o)

This was extremely yummy, and I love Spike's evilness. It was great that the attraction went both ways, as well. 'Cause I could totally go for a massage from Xander, so Spike had better deserve it.
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
He really does! If I was faced with a naked Spike, I know that I couldn't be held responsible for my actions. :D

Thanks very much! Yes, I totally agree -- Masseur!Xander is pretty appealing all on his own, so of course Spike would dig him.
secondalto
Jun. 8th, 2007 09:08 pm (UTC)
Oh Xander! How hard it must be to resist Spike's charms.
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)
It's true -- Xander has way more self-control than many another person would have in that situation. ;) Thanks!
mistress_tien
Jun. 8th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
That was mouth watering! Yum.

Thanks!
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 01:19 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. :)
anelith
Jun. 8th, 2007 11:14 pm (UTC)
Xander's really in a bind here! Poor guy. But all the more funny for us... Not much relationship between brain and mouth for him, I think the oil on his hands sparks an electrical short or something.
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 01:23 am (UTC)
I'm glad you're liking his vexed situation -- naked Spike, uncover the drug ring, naked Spike, uncover the drug ring, hmmmm... ;)

Not much relationship between brain and mouth for him,
Ha! That's so great! That's perfect to describe Xander in this scenario.
lit_gal
Jun. 8th, 2007 11:47 pm (UTC)
Oh man, this is damn good. And if Spike is the international criminal, then Xander needs to get a lot closer to him. A lot. I really like how well you've caught the characters here... very VERY canon characterizations.
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 02:36 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! Oh, yes, Spike must be a suspect, so Xander can get very, very close.

I really like how well you've caught the characters here... very VERY canon characterizations.
You made my day with this comment, seriously. <3
lil_coyote
Jun. 8th, 2007 11:57 pm (UTC)
Now I'm really hoping that Spike isn't a criminal after all, so that Xander and he can get together without getting Xander into too much trouble. That was hot and funny and hot some more.
One minute later, he was rushing back, and leaning forward against the still-closed door.
It turned out those rooms were really well insulated. Damn.

*LOL*
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
Hmmmm, true, if Spike is a criminal, that could compromise their relationship. Hmmm... *taps finger on chin*

I'm glad you thought it was funny and hot, yay! And heeeee, I just added that bit at the last minute before posting, so I'm really pleased that it made you laugh. :D
shay2
Jun. 9th, 2007 02:17 am (UTC)
Let the regular massage rubs begin.....

Shay
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
Ha, yes! *toots ceremonial regular massage rubs horn* :D Thanks!
darkershadeof
Jun. 9th, 2007 07:33 am (UTC)
Damn girl, that is hot!

I was so feeling what Xander was feeling. It's been a long time since I felt this omgsqueehappyhot from reading a fic!

Go you!
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 12:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you! That's a wonderful compliment -- I'm thrilled to hear that!
bmblbee
Jun. 9th, 2007 10:06 am (UTC)
That was absolutly awsome. Funny, sexy,
and totally Spike and Xander.
Your writing never disappoints.
entrenous88
Jun. 9th, 2007 12:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks very much! Wow, thank you for the generous comment. :D
lovinthekink
Jun. 9th, 2007 01:16 pm (UTC)
Fantastically Hot!
Yayyy! More Entrenous fic!
I've been lurking around your LJ for a good year now and totally adore your writing. As part of my 12-step de-lurking program *grin* I'm actually commenting on awesome fic I run across, and boy does this qualify!

Your writing is so evocative - I can almost feel Spike's skin under my hands, all that oil, those compact, sexy muscles...

*goes to happy place for a minute*

Anyway - wow. I can't wait to read the rest of this! Write quickly, please!


entrenous88
Jun. 10th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
Re: Fantastically Hot!
Hi hi! Thanks for commenting! I totally think you should throw yourself a virtual de-lurking party. :D

How great to hear that the writing created such strong appeal to your senses! It was such fun to write this bit, with Xander getting to feel Spike up as part of his job and undercover work, so I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

Many thanks!
rainkatt
Jun. 9th, 2007 01:21 pm (UTC)
I love funny and sexy, and I love this so much. Great Xander voice--well, great Spike, as well. :-)

::giggles while fanning self::
entrenous88
Jun. 10th, 2007 02:35 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad the character voices seemed strong to you in this one, and yay for finding it sexy and funny all at once. :D
savoytruffle
Jun. 9th, 2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
yay, this is so much fun! i adore a spazzy xander.
entrenous88
Jun. 10th, 2007 02:37 am (UTC)
Thank you! *beams*
stretfordditto
Jun. 9th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
So hot! And lol ending. Xander is so funny. :D
entrenous88
Jun. 10th, 2007 02:55 am (UTC)
Whee, thank you so much!
mpoetess
Jun. 9th, 2007 08:10 pm (UTC)
Rare coherent response: asdjgldjgfsdjlagjlgjlgfasdjkgjkfgwfkjefhliwhcilnksnkldjnkjdnfkdsjf;fuh;h;on;nk.;n;;;

...I tried.
entrenous88
Jun. 10th, 2007 03:04 am (UTC)
Heee, thank you! :D
snglesrvngfrend
Jun. 10th, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
gah
Just another lurker here struggling to break my lurking pattern. Great story so far! I love your characterization and spot-on voices, not to mention that your Spike is soo hot. Looking forward to future parts!
entrenous88
Jun. 10th, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Re: gah
Very cool -- thanks so much for commenting!

I'm really glad you're enjoying this so much. I'm going to try to get the next part up this week (my aim is to finish this fic by month's end).

Thanks again!
twilightschild9
Jun. 10th, 2007 03:14 am (UTC)
Now that was a hot little scene. Wouldn't mind giving him a long rubdown myself. Also gotta live jittery, stumbling Xander. This sounds like the beginning of a very interesting story. Can't wait for more. ^_^
entrenous88
Jun. 11th, 2007 12:49 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! My goodness, yes, with you on wanting to give Spike a nice long rubdown. :D

I''m so glad you're enjoying spazzy Xander and sexy Spike. I hope you enjoy the rest!
fearless5555
Jun. 10th, 2007 07:53 am (UTC)
Damn insulation! This is very hot and I like the setting/plot.
entrenous88
Jun. 11th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
I know! If only those walls were thin enough for Xander to catch some Spike moaning! *sighs*

Thank you very much. :)
lily_le
Jun. 10th, 2007 08:25 am (UTC)
Very naughty!

If only they had video surveiLlance too!

Thnaks for sharing

Lily
entrenous88
Jun. 11th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
Heee, thanks! Oh, you're so right -- just think of the sexy images! Thanks so much for reading and commenting. :)
brandil
Jun. 10th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
Yummy.
entrenous88
Jun. 11th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
Thank you!
rngrdead
Jun. 11th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
Teasing, tantalising, and *oh so hot*!!! Wonderful writing - nice plot... thank you for sharing

J
entrenous88
Jun. 11th, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)
Thank you, so much! I'm really glad you liked this. :)
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