Summary: Two vampires and smut.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Written: April 23, 2004
He hit the brick wall hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, and then Spike was on him before he had time to draw another breath. Luckily for him, he didn’t need to breathe. Fingers clawed at his clothes as the blond vampire devoured his mouth, and soon his shirt was nothing but tattered rags, his chest bloodied where Spike had scratched him when he enthusiastically tore the garment away from his body.
Thumbs rubbed his nipples to hard nubs as soft, wet lips kissed and nipped along his jaw and down his neck, pausing to frantically lick and suck at the tender flesh above a nonexistent pulse point as fingers pulled and pinched already sensitive nipples.
“Spike,” the brunette moaned.
Spike lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth as his hands moved down over taut abdomen and cupped hard, leather-covered flesh. He tore the leather pants open and shoved his hand inside, grasping the swollen cock and pulling on it as he morphed and allowed a fang to nick tender skin.
“Oh, god, Spike, please...,” he begged as Spike licked away the drop of blood.
“Wanna come, do we?” Spike growled, the taste and scent of his lover surrounding him, his tumescent hardness filling Spike’s hand.
“Don’t think you should be allowed to come,” Spike’s voice grated. “I think you need to be taught a lesson; reminded who you belong to.”
“No, Spike, I know who I belong to,” the brunette pleadingly assured him.
“That right?” Spike drawled. “Still think you need a proper seein’ to,” he said, swinging the dark vampire around and pressing him face-first into the wall. He dragged the shredded shirt off and tossed it aside, then shoved the leather pants down to the tops of his boots.
Spike reached into his duster pocket for the tube of lube he’d taken to carrying with him everywhere—‘cause you never knew when you might need it. He ripped the cap off with his teeth and squirted a glob onto his fingers. Dropping the tube back into his pocket, he reached around and grabbed the cock that had gotten even harder. Using his grip to hold the brunette in place, he reached between firm ass cheeks and placed the fingers of his other hand against the puckered entrance to his body, and paused.
The brown-eyed vampire moaned as Spike drew the anticipation out, and then screamed when the blond simultaneously bit into his shoulder, stroked his cock, and shoved two fingers inside him. The stimulation was intense, and Spike could feel the body beneath him shudder as he worked all his lover’s most sensitive areas at once.
“Who do you belong to?” Spike snarled as he roughly added a third finger.
“Too bloody right!” Spike ripped his jeans open and freed his cock, wiped his fingers on it for a cursory lubing, and then placed his head against the other vampire’s opening. He shoved hard, driving himself balls deep in one thrust.
Xander vamped as Spike pounded into him. “Harder, Spike!” he cried.
“Mine,” Spike growled possessively.
“Yes, yours!” Xander agreed, pushing back eagerly to meet him thrust for thrust. “Now fuck me harder!” he demanded irreverently.
Spike grabbed Xander’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. He licked at the blood trickling from the bite on the boy’s shoulder, and then sank his fangs into him once more. Xander shouted as Spike used fist and fang and cock to wring his orgasm from him, his own cock jumping in Spike’s hand as he shot spurt after spurt against the wall.
Spike shoved him, still-trembling, into the wall, and slammed into him with abandon as he worried the bite, alternating between licking at it and sucking on it to pull out more blood. He held out as long as he could against the ass muscles spasming around his cock, and then roared into the night as he came, filling the boy with his seed. Marking him with his scent as he’d marked him with his fangs.
He leaned against Xander’s back and wrapped his arms around the boy’s torso, holding him as they both recovered. “One of these days, you’re going to push me too far,” he whispered, breathless despite the fact that he didn’t need to breathe.
Xander wiggled his ass. “Just far enough,” he replied lightly.
Spike tightened his grip painfully. “You test my patience,” he growled.
“What patience?” Xander teased.
“Why won’t you be a good childe and obey me?” Spike demanded, just keeping the whine out of his voice.
“Because I learned from the best?” Xander replied.
Spike ignored his comment. “Mine,” he insisted, placing a kiss on Xander’s neck.
At the warning rumble in Spike’s throat, Xander relaxed into his hold. “Yes, Sire,” he purred.
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