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Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike's been a bad boy.
Spoilers: None, unless they had sex like this on the show.
Archive: Want, take, have. Just let me know.
Disclaimers: I don't own them. If I did, they'd be doing this more often.






Misbehaving


by
CJ







Bloody demon and his bloody...blood. Why can't demon's ever have normal blood? Does it all have to be toxic or so damned offensive to the senses? Spike let himself into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. He made his way into the bathroom, cursing at the fates that denied him his cuppa first. Could really go for some O neg right about now. A nice human vintage, that's the life.

He'd switched on the shower and stepped under the water before realizing he hadn't brought any clean clothes with him. Jumping out, he quickly ran down the hall and into the bedroom, tearing through the drawers, looking for something to wear. Sweats'll have to do. Hate the bloody things. And who ever knew they made them in this color?

Hurrying back into the shower, not really caring about the mess on the floor, he threw the sweats onto the sink. Ahh, nice and warm, a body could get used to this.

Reaching over, he grabbed at the bath gel blindly, knocking it down into the tub. Just as he bent to pick it up, he smelled him and turned his head, still bent over looking for the gel. Xander stood behind him, hands fisted at his sides. "Spike, do you always have to make such a mess? Can't you just once get a shower without shampooing the carpet?"

"'Course I can, mate. But where's the fun?"

"You're gonna clean all that up, even if I have to rub your face in it."

"Oooo, kinky. Didn't know you had it in ya, pet."

"Yeah, well, there's a lot that neither of us knew I'd ever have in me. Isn't there?"

Xander started back out of the room, but didn't get far. He'd just reached the door when he felt the warm spray hit his back. "Spike, you idiot. You just got all my clothes wet."

"Yeah, shame really. You might just have to take those off. To keep from getting sick, ya know."

Xander narrowed his eyes at the vampire, staring daggers of fiery death, as he started slowly stripping. He enjoyed the lustful look on Spike's face, the slightly open mouth, the droopy eyelids. He knew exactly how he affected the Big Bad. But he didn't want the Big Bad right now. He wanted to BE the Big Bad for now.

Now naked, Xander prowled over to Spike, and stepped up into the shower. As the vampire made to grab at him, he back out of reach. "Nuh uh, you made a mess, now you have to clean it. On you knees."

Spike shivered. He loved when Xander wanted to play. Dropping to his knees, he looked up into the brunette's dark eyes, silently asking what was next.

"All the way, hands down." Xander's eyes glittered. His cock harder than ever as his vampire obeyed his commands. With Spike now on his hands and knees, half in, half out of the tub, Xander knelt behind him, rubbing some of the body gel on his cock. Placing his cockhead at the vampire's opening, he gripped pale hips with bruising force. "Ready? Time to clean." With that, Xander thrust forward, his member entering the cold passage in one plunge.

"AHHHHH, yes Xander. I've been a bad boy."

"Less talking, more cleaning." Knowing that Spike liked the abuse, Xander raised his hand and brought it back down, slapping one pale asscheek after the other with thunderous claps. "Work, boy!"

Spike started licking the water from the floor, turning his head so that Xander could see his tongue as it twisted and curled over the tile.

Xander thrust in and out, making each one harder than the last until he was using every bit of force in his body to bury himself inside Spike. His arm tired, he hooked his hand around the vampire's body, gripping his cock painfully, using it to manhandle Spike back onto him.

Grunting, Xander's voice was barely audible, but Spike's ears easily caught the words. "Gonna....be....a...good...boy....now?"

Spike arched his back, nearly biting his tongue in half to keep back the screams as Xander ripped his orgasm from him. The muscles in his ass clenched, with strength only the undead possess, around Xander's stone hard cock. "Ugn..uhg..Xan, now."

Xander heard Spike's begging, enjoying it. But it wasn't enough. He kept up his thrusts, slowing now to a teasing pace, and leaned over the vampire.

In and out, back and forth, he got slower with every thrust. Capturing Spike's ear in his mouth, he swirled his tongue inside, bit the lobe gently. Panting in the vampire's ear, he put his chin on the now warm shoulder. "Know what could make this better?"

"It can get better?" Spike turned wide eyes on Xander, questioning him as if he were crazy. "How?"

"Scream." With that, Xander's body shot back up, his hands gripping slim hips. He pulled back, his cock barely inside Spike, and thrust one last time, putting every bit of strength he possessed behind it. And scream Spike did, right along with Xander, as he experienced his second orgasm, made better only because he was joined in it by his lover.

Both spent, Xander reached a weak hand back to switch off the water, and collapsed on top of his vampire, panting. "Now, you gonna clean up your mess?"

"And if I say no?"

"You get more punishment until it's done."

"You're making it really hard to say yes."

Xander smiled at Spike as he climbed off him, getting towels from the cabinet. "Who said I wanted you to say yes?" And he left the bathroom, leaving Spike gaping after him.

"Damn I love that boy."







The End













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