It's Just Sex


"It's just sex," Spike said, shaking his head.

"I'm not gay," Xander said, defiantly.

"You don't have to be," the blond smiled. "I'll be on the receiving end."

"I'm not gay," a little less sure this time.

"We can use some of that self-warming lube, a lot of it, so you'll be fucking a tight, wet, warm hole."

"I-I'm not gay," Xander stammered.

"And it is so tight. I was turned as a virgin," Spike purred. "Every time is as tight as the first time, but not as awkward."

"I'm, uh, not gay?"

"Look, you need to get off something fierce and I'm ready and willing to help. I haven't been buggered good and hard in an age." Spike lightly smoothed his hand over the front of Xander's jeans. "We'd be doing each other a favor."

"I'm not gay, but..."

"I have the lube in my duster pocket," Spike whispered into Xander's ear, then walked out of the room to where Buffy, Willow, Tara, Dawn and Giles were researching.

"Why am I not gay," Xander asked himself. "Uh, Spike?"

"Watcher," Spike said as Xander walked into the room. "Harris just told me he thinks the book we're looking for is at his apartment. Demon-girl left it there. We're going to go check it out. We'll let you know when we find it."

"Uh, yeah," Xander stammered. "Place looks like it was hit by Hurricane Anya when she left. It might take a while to find it."

"Right then," Giles sighed. "Off you go. Do try not to kill each other."


"Hurry up," Spike said as Xander fumbled with his keys. "Can't wait to feel you inside me."

"God, you're pushy, William."

Spike shivered at Xander's use of his human name. "Say my name again, please, Alexander."

"Come inside, William," Xander stressed the name.

Spike practically fell through the threshold as the barrier dropped. He pushed Xander against the wall and kissed him fiercely as he kicked the door shut with one booted foot. Clothes were tugged and pulled and ripped off at what would have been an alarming rate, if they weren't in such a hurry to get naked.

"How do we, uh, go about this," Xander asked. "Anya would never let me, uh, penetrate, ya know, there."

"Bed or sofa?"

"Uh, sofa's closer."

"Good point," Spike grinned and had Xander sit on the sofa. "Here, put some on your fingers and work it into me," he said, handing Xander the warming lube. He laid himself down across Xander's lap, ass in the air, cool erection brushing crosswise against hot.

Xander couldn't resist the temptation of Spike's naked ass laying across his lap. SMACKSMACK Two quick, hard swats and Spike was moaning and wriggling.

Spike's reaction to Xander's touch, be it sharp, stinging spanks or the soft, tender caress of fingers preparing him, spurred Xander on. Before he knew it, Spike was straddling his lap, lining his cock up to his slicked hole. Spike balanced for a moment, looked Xander hard in the eyes and sank down slowly. Not a word passed between the two.

Xander put one hand on the back of Spike's head and pulled him in close for an extremely deep kiss. His other hand gripped Spike's hip. Spike grasped the hand on his hip and just held it there and rested his other hand on Xander's shoulder. He started to rise up slowly, then sink back down, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

Spike tilted his hips until he found the correct angle for Xander's cock to slip-slide against his prostate. "Fuck," he sighed. "Fuck. Fuck."

Xander was also thinking Fuck, but his words were caught in his throat as his eyes glazed over at the tightness of Spike.

"Damn, I forgot just how good this felt." Spike let his eyes close and his head fall back as he rode Xander's cock. Xander let his hand drop to Spike's other hip and squeezed, helping with Spike's balance and pace. They fucked for what felt like hours to Xander. Time loses all meaning when your dick is buried to the hilt in an ass that tight.

"Touch me, Alexander," Spike sighed. "Want to come. So close."

"Oh, William," Xander whimpered and grasped the hard flesh. Two strokes and Spike was coming in jets, clenching around Xander's cock. "FUCK!!!" He screamed out his own orgasm, spilling his seed deep inside Spike.

Spike slumped against Xander, fighting the urge to bite the warm flesh in front of him. Xander's softening cock slipped out of his ass, the sensation brought him back to himself. "Sorry," he whispered and started to stand.

Xander grabbed his hand, "What are you sorry for? That was fantastic. I've never felt anything that tight. You knew exactly how to touch me."

"Bloody hell! I damned near bit you just now, Xan," Spike said, ashamed. "I was so close and wanted it so much. But I don't want to hurt you. I... I can't risk losing you, now that... I sound like a bleeding bint!"

Xander looked into Spike's eyes, "I've never been able to do the 'just sex' thing either, Spike. I knew when we left the Magic Box that we were about to start something serious here."

"When did you become so wise?"

Xander thought for a moment, "About the time you cracked me in the head with a microscope in an effort to get Dru back. I decided that I needed to do some research on you." He kissed Spike soundly, then said, "Now, go, call Giles. Tell him I'm a 'daft git' that doesn't know a 'Sorcerer's Compendium' from a 'Harry Potter' novel. Then, get your ass back over here so we can get back down to business."

"Mmm, forceful too," moaned Spike as he sauntered naked to the phone. "I think I'm going to like being with you."

The End

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