Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: Through BtVS season 6 ep “Hell’s Bells”.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. Written in response to The Batpack Wank Fanfic Challenge 2003 in honor of National Masturbation Month.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
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, Fox, 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.
Thanks: Tammy, for the beta, and for being a wonderful bud.
Dedication: To Gabrielle, who credits me, and this series in particular, for her new S/X obsession, and whose feedback is inspiring

Women Suck Series

by
Spikedluv

1
Women Suck

Summary: Spike shows Xander that he doesn’t need women...for anything.
Written: June 2, 2003

Xander sat at the bar drinking his third beer. Now that he was old enough, he could legally drink his sorrows away. God, life sucked, he thought miserably. He wished... No, wait, wishing was bad. You never knew who might be listening. He carefully looked over his shoulder, and then surveyed the bar, looking for his ex-fiancé—the ex-ex-vengeance demon, patron demoness of women scorned, or some such, one of which she was now, or again—or her ‘justice demon’ friend, Halfrek. He didn’t see either one of them, but still, better safe than sorry. So, no using the ‘w’ word. He finished his beer and motioned to the bartender for another.

A couple of beers later, his elbow was jostled as someone took the empty stool beside him. He looked blearily at an arm covered with black leather. He slowly lifted his eyes, following the arm up to a face with chiseled cheekbones and brilliant blue eyes. “Spike,” Xander slurred.

“Harris,” Spike responded, and then looked away to order a scotch with a beer chaser. Silence reigned—except for the shrill screaming of the band and voices raised to be pitched above the sound of what was passing for music—while Spike waited for his drinks. When they arrived, he drank the scotch in one swallow, and then took a swig of the beer.

“Where’s the rest of your little band of Scoobies?” Spike snarked.

“Don’ know,” Xander replied, sipping his own beer.

“All alone, are we?” Spike asked with a smirk, looking like he was just getting ready to settle in for a little Xander-bashing.

“Sod off,” Xander said before Spike could insult him. He really didn’t need this. “Women suck,” he added, not realizing he’d spoken aloud.

“Ahhh,” Spike said with an understanding nod of his head. “Drowning our sorrows, are we? Correct me if I’ve got this wrong, but didn’t you leave her at the altar?” he asked with a satisfied grin, and then took a drink of beer.

“Who invited you to this pity-party?” Xander asked, finishing his beer.

“Didn’t realize it was a private party,” Spike said, glancing meaningfully around the crowded bar.

“Well, you’re really ruining the mood,” Xander said.

“God forbid,” Spike said, raising a disdainful eyebrow. “Actually, I’m really enjoying myself. This is the best time I’ve had all night. Should’ve stopped in here first,” he said, signaling for another round without looking away from Xander. “Nothing better than seeing Xander Harris down on his luck. Or downer. Honestly didn’t think you could sink any lower, Harris.”

Xander didn’t respond, just lifted the fresh beer the bartender placed in front of him to his lips.

“What? Nothing to say? Hmm, maybe this won’t be as much fun as I thought,” Spike said, downing his scotch.

“Look,” Xander said in the voice he used when he tried to explain some human ‘ritual’ to Anya. “I have no intention of discussing my problems with you and, trust me on this, nothing you can say to me could possibly make me feel any worse than I do now. Fangless.” Xander got his own barb in, and then took another swig of beer.

“And,” Xander added, feeling suddenly brave. “Who’re you to talk? You spent over one hundred years with looney Dru. And then she left you. And just one word. Harmony. And!” Xander pointed at Spike and almost fell off the stool. “You fell in love with the Slayer. Talk about pitiful. You’re right, Spike. You should have come in earlier. I feel better now. Thanks.”

“Shut up,” Spike said, chugging the rest of his beer.

A couple of beers later, Xander was leaning on Spike’s arm. “Shoulda known. Never had luck with girls. There was the praying mantis.” He counted on his fingers. “And the mummy girl, and Anya. All non-humans. Well, Anya was human, but she’d been a demon for eleven hundred years. And she had a lot of gross stories. Oh, wait, there was Cordelia!” he added excitedly, and then deflated. “But I’m not sure if she was entirely human, either. No human girls for Xander. Willow was right. I am a demon magnet.”

Spike’s head lowered until it was resting against the top of Xander’s head. “Yep, women suck,” he agreed sadly.

Xander felt Spike’s face in his hair, and tilted his head back. “Did you just sniff my hair?” he asked indignantly.

“No!” Spike hotly denied.

“You touched my hair!” Xander accused.

“Couldn’t help it,” Spike said. “You were boring me to sleep.”

Xander made a face. “I’m outta here,” he said, sitting up and swinging off the stool. He carefully staggered through the crowd and to the door. He stepped outside, relishing the cool spring air, and leaned against the blessedly cool metal siding of the building, giving himself a moment to regain his equilibrium. He briefly wondered if he was gonna hurl.

He looked up startled when Spike stepped out of the bar, duster swirling about him as he looked up and down the sidewalk.

“What’re you looking for?” Xander asked, and Spike twirled around.

“You. Git,” Spike replied. “Slayer’d have my guts for garters if I let you walk home alone.”

“Now that just might be worth it,” Xander said, trying not to moan. Death had to be better than the way he felt now; his head pounding, his stomach threatening to heave.

“Wanker,” Spike muttered, as he pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and tapped one out. He lit the cigarette, took a long drag, and then blew the smoke out. “Not carryin’ ya,” he said.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Xander replied, straightening up.

Spike just rolled his eyes and started walking. “Comin’?” he called back over his shoulder.

Xander wondered if he could catch up to the blond vampire and wack him upside the head with a heavy board. He wondered if he could lift a heavy board. Without a word, he took one tentative step, and then another, following the vamp who was leading the way to Xander’s apartment. Empty apartment.

Women suck, he thought again.

A couple of blocks before they reached the safety of Xander’s apartment, three vamps appeared out of nowhere. Fuck, Xander thought. This could not be happening to him. First Spike invaded his...his wallow, and now this. Stupid, freaking vampires! Xander reached into his jacket pocket for the stake he always carried.

“Boys,” Spike drawled, drawing on the cigarette he held between two fingers. “Somethin’ I can help you with?”

“You can get out of our way,” the one in the lead said. “We just want him.” It nodded towards Xander.

“Oh,” Spike said with a shrug. “If that’s all.” He stepped aside, leaving the way to Xander clear.

“Spike!” Xander protested shrilly, his eyes big.

The three vampires laughed. “Looks like you know what’s good for you,” the leader said between guffaws. “Why don’t you mosey on, now, while we share dinner.” All three vampires looked at Xander hungrily; salivating.

“Don’t mind me,” Spike replied, taking another drag.

“Spike!” Xander cried again. “You undead bastard! I’m telling Buffy,” he added petulantly.

Spike rolled his eyes again. “How?” he asked.

Xander thought about that for a moment, his alcohol-fogged brain clearing rapidly. “From the dead?” he squeaked, taking a step back as one vampire took a step towards him.

“Right,” Spike said, dropping the cigarette onto the ground and grinding it out beneath his boot. “You’re gonna owe me for this.” Spike did a spin kick, knocking one of the vampires down, and then punched another, throwing it back. The third attacked Xander, and he backed up, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

The vampire leaned over him and reached out. Xander scrabbled backwards to get away from it. Before the vampire could grab hold of him, it dissipated into a cloud of dust. Spike smirked at him, and then returned to the other two vampires. Once Xander’s racing heart slowed down, he realized that neither he nor Spike were in any danger. In fact, the blond vampire was toying with the other two!

Xander watched in amazement from his seat on the grass as Spike danced around the two vampires, kicking and punching. He received his fair share of blows, but they only made his grin wider, his moves faster. When the fighting finally slowed down, Spike sighed deeply in disappointment, and staked the other two vamps in quick succession. He turned to Xander.

“Ready?” he asked.

Xander just stared at him.

“Yo, Harris.” Spike waved his hand in front of Xander’s face.

“Stop that!” Xander slapped at the offending hand, but Spike pulled it back before he could connect.

“Get your big bum up and let’s get goin’ then,” Spike said.

“Hey!” Xander said, as he climbed to his feet. “My bum, er, butt’s not big!”

“Whatever,” Spike said in obvious disbelief before moving off.

“It’s not!” Xander insisted, following the hyper vampire at a safe distance. “What’s the matter with you, anyway?” he asked.

“Nothin’ wrong with me, pillock,” Spike said.

“Then why’re you...skipping and dancing...”

Spike turned on him. “I don’t skip,” he growled. “And the only dancing I do, is the dance of death.”

“Oh, give it up, used-to-be-bad,” Xander said, and then turned and continued down the sidewalk.

“I get this chip out...”

“I know,” Xander interrupted. “You’ll kill us all. And I’m first on your list. I’ve heard it all before. Christ, my head is killing me,” he muttered. “And I’m giving up on women. No more women for Xander. Who needs ‘em, anyway? Well,” he added after a moment, “except for sex.”

“Don’t need ‘em for that, either,” Spike commented from beside him, and Xander jumped.

“Jesus!” he swore, grabbing at his chest. “Make a noise, would ya? And, yeah, ya do. I mean, after a while, the hand just ain’t gonna cut it. And I can’t believe I just said that. I have definitely had too much to drink.”

“Wasn’t suggesting you take care of it yourself, Harris. Just...maybe you should start batting for the other team,” Spike said.

“What?” Xander stopped walking and stared at the blond.

“If girls don’t seem to be workin’ for ya...”

“Girls work just fine for me!” Xander insisted, as his face got red with anger, and not a little embarrassment.

“Not what you’ve been saying all night,” Spike reminded him. “Women suck,” he said in a high pitched voice. “I’m a demon magnet.”

“Shut. Up.”

“I’m just saying, maybe a guy would rev your engine. And stick around, like,” Spike tried to explain.

“I. Do. Not. Like. Men.”

“How d’ya know?” Spike asked.

“What?” Xander yelled, shaking his head in amazement at the turn the conversation had taken.

“Have you tried it?”

“No, I haven’t tried it! I like girls!” Xander continued in his ‘outdoor voice’.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, pet,” Spike said nonchalantly, and then turned and continued walking.

Xander stared after him. “And you have, I suppose?” he called.

Spike just twisted his head around and smirked.

“You have not!” Xander said.

Spike began to whistle.

“Spike!” When the vampire ignored him, Xander ran to catch up. Just as he reached him, Spike turned and grabbed him, shoving him across the grass and up against the wrought iron fence surrounding the cemetery they were passing.

“I could show ya,” he offered. Xander looked into eyes black with desire.

“Wha-what’re you doing?” Xander asked.

“Fightin’ gets the blood pumpin’,” Spike said, pressing his groin against Xander’s.

Xander’s eyes widened when Spike’s erection pressed into him; when he realized what Spike was talking about, what he was offering to show him. “I don’t think...”

“No need to think, Xan-der,” Spike purred, drawing Xander’s name out. “Just feel,” he whispered in Xander’s ear, as he moved his hips seductively, rubbing his hard flesh over Xander.

“Spike...,” Xander began, placing his hands against Spike’s chest to push him back. When he encountered the firm flesh his fingers automatically closed, digging into the hard muscles. He felt Spike’s nipples harden beneath his palms.

“Spike, this is...,” Xander tried again. Spike ignored his words. He turned Xander around and pressed him against the fence. His hand slipped between the iron railings and around Xander’s body, and he began to rub his hand over Xander’s stomach, and then lower, his other hand braced on Xander’s hip.

“When you’re hot and hard,” Spike continued softly, unnecessary breath tickling Xander’s ear, “it doesn’t matter whose hand is stroking you, pulling you.”

Xander wanted to tell Spike to stop. He wanted to push him off him. Spike had the stupid chip, so he couldn’t hurt Xander. Instead, he felt himself push back against the hard column of flesh that was pressing into his ass, tilt his head to the side so Spike’s lips could brush his neck, and groan when Spike’s fingers began to unbutton his jeans.

Xander grabbed the iron railings and held on so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He moaned as Spike pulled the zipper down, and then whimpered as Spike’s cool hand pushed his boxers down and wrapped around his cock, which had come to life somewhere between the startling realization of what exactly Spike wanted to ‘show him’ and now, when Spike drew it out of his jeans.

I’m drunk, he thought, as Spike began to slowly stroke his cock. Drunk, passed out, and dreaming, ‘cause this is not happening. Wait, not dreaming, ‘cause I wouldn’t dream about Spike... “Ahhh!” Xander cried, as Spike drew his nail over the tip of Xander’s weeping head. “Wha...!”

“You weren’t paying attention, pet,” Spike said.

“I was! I mean, I am! Oh, Christ,” he groaned, as Spike loosely fisted him, just enough to tease and keep him wanting more, but not enough to give him the friction he needed for release. “Spike, please,” he pleaded.

“Are you with me, pet?” Spike asked, letting go of Xander’s swollen and weeping cock, and cupping his balls.

“Yes!” Xander insisted, pushing back as Spike ground his erection into Xander’s ass.

Spike took Xander’s hard flesh back in hand, and Xander began to rock his hips as he fucked Spike’s hand, rubbing his ass against the other man’s erection each time he pulled back.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Xan?” Spike asked as he moved the hand on Xander’s hip up his body and beneath the t-shirt. Xander gasped when cool flesh met heated, and then cried out and began to pump his hips faster when Spike ran his thumb over a hardened nub, and then gently rolled and pinched it.

“Doesn’t it?” Spike asked again, pinching a little harder when Xander’s only reply was an increase in his panting breaths.

“Yes, yes!” Xander replied, gulping for air. “It feels...oh, god...good!”

Spike tightened his grip; Xander mewled and reached around behind him with one hand to grasp Spike’s ass, the other clutching the iron railing for dear life as he moved his hips. In and out of Spike’s hand; back against his groin. Spike began to nuzzle his neck, licking and sucking and blowing cool air, and the added sensation was enough to bring Xander to the edge. He felt his balls lift and tighten.

“Fuck, Spike! I’m gonna...”

“Gonna come, Xander?” Spike purred. Christ, who knew Spike’s voice could sound so...sexy?

“Yes!” Xander was very nearly crying with the pain and pleasure of it. He felt his cock fill, and then pulse in Spike’s hand as the hot fluid arced into the air to land on the ground in front of him, dribbling onto the hand around him. “Ohh, fuck, Spike,” Xander groaned as Spike milked him dry, stopping just before it became too painful for Xander to bear.

Spike lifted his hand slowly and brought it to his mouth. Xander twisted his head to follow its progress. Spike stuck his tongue out and licked at the thick release coating his hand while he continued to grind himself against Xander’s ass. Xander whimpered as he watched Spike taste his essence, and then Spike was offering his hand to Xander.

Xander stared at the hand before him, and then licked Spike’s thumb, clearing a path up the edge. He then took the entire thumb into his mouth and suckled it clean. He heard Spike moaning behind him. Without thinking, Xander reacted to the emotions and sensations cascading through his body.

He let go of Spike’s hand and turned in Spike’s arms, dislodging both hands, and then turned them both, shoving Spike’s back against the wrought iron fence he’d been gripping tightly just moments before. With one hand on Spike’s chest to hold him in place, eyes locked together, Xander undid Spike’s belt one-handed, and then slipped the button and unzipped his jeans.

Xander watched Spike begin to breathe; harsh, panting, unnecessary breaths. He grinned as he reached inside Spike’s jeans, unhindered by boxers, and freed his swollen cock. Spike groaned when Xander wrapped his fingers around the other man, running his thumb through the pre-ejaculate coating the tip, dipping it into the slit, and then slipping it beneath the foreskin.

Spike’s hands came up and grasped Xander’s shoulders, and then moved into his hair, combing through it and digging into his scalp. Spike pulled him close and kissed him as he moved his hips, pressing himself into Xander’s hand. His lips were cool, a balm to the fever Xander felt raging through him. When Spike’s tongue touched his lips, Xander parted them, and sucked the cool flesh into his mouth.

Spike groaned again, and Xander snapped. He pressed his chest against Spike, trapping the other man between his body and the fence, and then began to pump the hard flesh as they continued to kiss. No more light, teasing touches; Xander’s strokes were firm and purposeful. He wanted to hear Spike cry out, watch his face while he came.

Within moments, Xander heard a keen deep in Spike’s throat, and then he was roaring as the cock in Xander’s hand filled and pulsed, shooting thick, creamy fluid between them. When Spike was spent, his cock softening in Xander’s hand, Xander gently released him. He slowly lifted his hand to his mouth, making sure Spike saw him do it, and licked at the come coating his hand.

Spike’s eyes grew big as Xander licked and swallowed, and then Xander extended his hand to Spike. Spike looked between Xander’s hand and his eyes, and then grabbed his hand, holding it steady as he licked it clean, and then sucked on each finger for good measure. By the time Spike was done, Xander was getting hard again.

Spike smirked at him as if he knew, and rocked his hips. Spike was hard again, too.

“Why don’t we take this back to your place, pet?” Spike suggested. “There’s so many things I could still show you,” he added, his voice low, seductive, dangerous.

Xander knew he should say ‘no’. Despite what they had just done, he didn’t have sex with guys. He never had, nor had he ever wanted to. But, god, he wanted to have sex with Spike! He’d never felt so sexy or...wanted, as he had when Spike pushed him up against the fence and started touching him. Nor could he remember ever wanting to touch anyone as much as he had wanted to touch Spike. And though they had both come once already, he still wanted to.

The thought of seeing Spike naked—of seeing the chest the tight t-shirt barely hid, or the ass that filled out his jeans so perfectly—made Xander’s mouth go dry. “All right,” he said, his voice husky, rather than the squeaky he’d thought it would be.

The look of relief in Spike’s eyes made Xander want to kiss him again, and so he did. When Spike got over the surprise, he enthusiastically returned the kiss. Xander finally pulled away to gasp in a breath of air, and pulled his jeans together. “You might wanna fix that.” He grinned at Spike, indicating the other man’s open jeans.

“God, what a mess!” Xander laughed, as the two men stuffed themselves back into their jeans, and zipped back up.

Spike reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cloth which he used to wipe their hands and the front of their shirts off. He tossed the rag, which looked suspiciously like a pair of Buffy’s panties, to the ground, took Xander’s hand, and began walking towards the apartment that had been their destination before they got sidetracked.

“So, pet,” Spike said as they walked, “ever wonder what a blow job from someone who doesn’t have to breathe feels like?”

2
Boys Do It Better

Summary: Spike continues to show Xander that he doesn't need women...for anything
Written: June 17, 2003

“What?” Xander yelped, tripping over his own feet; the only thing keeping him from falling was Spike’s hand holding his.

“Ever wonder what a blow job from someone who doesn’t have to breathe feels like?” Spike repeated the question with a grin at Xander’s reaction.

“No!” Xander exclaimed.

Spike scented Xander’s increased arousal, and smirked. “Thinking about it now?” he asked huskily.

“Fuck, yes,” Xander hissed.

Spike let go of Xander’s hand and put his arm around the other man’s waist, pulling him close so they were walking hip-to-hip. “Are you hard for me, Xan?” he whispered in Xander’s ear while his other hand reached around the boy to close over the erection filling Xander’s jeans. “Oh, yeah, you are,” he continued, his voice deep and low as he teasingly rubbed the palm of his hand over Xander’s erection.

“Christ, Spike,” Xander groaned, closing his eyes, and then reaching out to grab Spike as he stumbled once again. His arm slipped around the vampire, beneath his duster, and Spike shivered as Xander’s warmth seeped into his cool flesh.

“Come on, pet,” Spike said softly. “Not long now.”

“I know,” Xander whimpered.

“I meant until we get to your apartment, Xan,” Spike said, smiling.

“Oh, right. That’s what I meant, too,” Xander said.

“Look, pet,” Spike said, pointing ahead of them with a lift of his chin. “I can see your apartment from here. As long as we don’t get interrupted between here and there, I’ll have you naked and coming in less than five minutes,” he promised hoarsely.

“God, Spike!” Xander cried as if in pain, and Spike could smell the spicy scent of Xander’s essence as his cock began to leak.

With a growl, Spike decided to stop teasing the boy before he came in his pants, which would be a complete waste. He released Xander’s waist and grasped his hand again, and then began leading him quickly towards his apartment. Xander followed obediently until both men were jogging toward their destination, though Xander made grunts of pleasure/pain with each stride. Spike knew exactly how he felt, and rearranged his cock in his tight jeans.

When they reached his apartment, Xander unlocked the door and pushed it open. Before stepping inside, he turned to look at Spike. The vampire pulled Xander into his arms and stepped forward until his arms ran into the invisible barrier. He slowly lowered his head and gently brushed his lips over Xander’s. “Gonna invite me in, pet?” he asked softly.

“Come in, Spike,” Xander whispered, and they fell into the room when the barrier disappeared. With preternatural speed, Spike caught his balance, keeping them both on their feet. He pushed the door shut and shoved Xander against it, kissing him again.

“You’re a lovely boy,” Spike murmured as he placed kisses along Xander’s jaw and down his neck.

Bloody hell, he thought in a lucid moment. What was happening to him? He’d blame his reaction to the boy on drink, if it wasn’t for the fact that he felt stone cold sober at the moment. He’d only meant to tease him earlier, but the moment he’d touched him, he’d been unable to not touch him. He’d wanted to know what the boy felt like, needed to touch him, make him come. And it had been more, better, than he ever could have imagined.

Xander, self-proclaimed lover of all things feminine, had responded to Spike’s touch like an addict to heroin, and his reaction had only served to fuel Spike’s desire. That he could blame on the fight. Always got his adrenaline, his hormones, pumping when he fought. Arguments that led to fists flying which eventually led to sex with Buffy had taken care of that, and before and after their ill-fated affair, lonely wanks in his crypt as images of the blonde Slayer played through his head.

He’d never once pictured Xander Harris in his wet dreams. Unless you counted the ones where he tore the boy’s throat out and drained him, leaving his body for the Slayer to find. But he’d never imagined touching the boy, making him come, kissing him. And he’d never ever imagined that, that same boy touching him would make him come. And now, all of those things had happened. And they were going to happen again, if Spike had any say in the matter. He just needed to remind the boy who was master here.

Spike lifted his head from where he’d been nuzzling Xander’s neck. “Get on your knees, Xander,” he drawled the command. He watched Xander’s eyes, already glazed with desire, widen at his tone. He opened his mouth to speak, but Spike forestalled him. “Now,” he ordered.

Spike had to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning when Xander shuddered, and then slowly fell to his knees, his hands sliding down Spike’s body until they came to rest on the leather duster covering his hips. “Good boy,” Spike said, running his fingers through Xander’s hair. He gently tugged Xander’s head back so the boy was looking up into his eyes. “Undo my jeans,” Spike said.

Xander swallowed hard, and then reached for Spike’s waistband with trembling hands. Spike could smell the fear and uncertainty, almost taste it. But it wasn’t nearly as strong as the scent of the arousal wetting the front of Xander’s jeans. Spike forced himself to hold still as Xander unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, though the desire to thrust himself against Xander’s hands was intense.

Spike closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of Xander’s racing heart, the blood rushing through his veins, his harsh, panting breath. Oh, yeah, the boy would feel wonderful; his warm mouth wrapped around Spike’s cock; sucking, swallowing. Spike couldn’t hold back the groan, and opened his eyes to see Xander staring up at him.

With eyes locked together, Xander slowly drew the zip of Spike’s jeans down. His cock, unrestrained by boxers, jutted from dark curls as Xander separated the denim. The scent wafting off Xander was almost unbearable, and Spike wanted to shove his cock into Xander’s mouth and fuck the boy, but he restrained himself.

“Taste me,” he ground out, almost desperate for Xander’s touch.

Xander wrapped his fingers around Spike’s shaft, eliciting another groan at the warm touch, and then stuck his tongue out to lick the head. Spike fisted his hands at his sides to keep from grabbing Xander’s head, and waited. Xander swiped his tongue over the head, poked the tip into the slit, and then wiggled it beneath the foreskin as if testing the taste and feel of him.

The warmth of Xander’s mouth caused Spike’s balls to tighten, and he leaked pre-come. Xander lapped at the drop, and then groaned, and Spike nearly lost it. “Suck me, Xander,” he said, unable to keep the pleading out of his voice.

Xander covered the head of Spike’s penis with his mouth, and sucked as he twirled his tongue over the tip and into the slit. “Fuck, yes,” Spike hissed. “More.”

Spike tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling, hoping that not looking at his cock in Xander’s mouth would keep him from ending this too soon. Xander sucked harder on the head of his cock while inexpertly working the shaft with his hand. Spike bit his lower lip. Xander lowered his mouth over Spike’s length, taking more of him in, at the same time his other hand came up to cup Spike’s sac. Spike grunted.

Xander let go of Spike’s penis, placing that hand on his hip to steady himself. He began to move his mouth up and down on Spike’s shaft, bobbing his head and taking more in with each downstroke, his other hand gently kneading Spike’s balls. Spike couldn’t stop himself; he had to look down. His cock, hard and red and glistening with saliva, was sliding in and out of the taut circle of Xander’s mouth.

When Xander’s nose was buried in his curls, his cock brushing the back of Xander’s throat, Spike finally lost it. He ran his fingers through Xander’s hair, and then gently cradled Xander’s head. “Hold still, Xan,” he said, and then began to gently rock his hips. “Keep sucking,” he gasped.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Spike moaned. “Fuck, Xander. I’m gonna come! Swallow for me, boy. Now.” Xander swallowed. Spike roared as his balls tightened and emptied into his cock, which pulsed in Xander’s mouth. The boy was swallowing around him, and Spike kept coming, and coming.

When his cock became too sensitive to Xander’s touch, Spike pulled out of the boy’s mouth and lifted him to his feet. Xander was licking thick, white cream off his lips. Some had dribbled down his chin, and Spike darted in to clean it off, then plundered Xander’s mouth, high on the taste of himself mixed with the taste of Xander. The brunette’s arms went around his back.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Spike whispered against Xander’s lips. Xander, nipping and sucking at Spike’s swollen bottom lip, pointed behind them. With a grin, Spike began moving them toward the hallway he could see from where they stood. They didn’t part until they were standing in the middle of Xander’s bedroom.

Without speaking, Spike pulled away from Xander and reached for his jacket. He slipped the jacket off Xander’s shoulders and down his arms, and then tossed it towards a chair. He grabbed the hem of Xander’s shirt and lifted it. Xander obediently raised his arms without being asked, and Spike pulled the shirt off, aiming it towards the jacket.

Spike grasped Xander’s waistband, smirking as the boy groaned when his knuckles grazed his straining erection. He unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, and then pushed jeans and boxers down to Xander’s knees. He moved the boy back towards the bed, and Xander toppled bonelessly onto it.

He reached for Xander’s shoes, but his cock was standing up so nicely, all hard and purple and moist. Spike watched as another drop of pre-come oozed out and joined the others trailing down the head. He subconsciously licked his lips, and Xander groaned. Spike suddenly had to taste the boy again.

He crawled onto the bed beside Xander and began to kiss him, his cool fingers trailing over the heated flesh of Xander’s chest. His tongue danced with Xander’s as he paid special attention to the boy’s nipples. When both nipples were hardened nubs, Spike moved down the bed and took one into his mouth while he continued to play with the other.

Spike moved his cool tongue to the other nipple, and let his hand stray down Xander’s belly. He touched the tip of the boy’s cock, and Xander arched off the bed. “Spike!” he cried.

The blond knelt at Xander’s hip and licked the tip of Xander’s cock. The boy was well-endowed and Spike suddenly wanted nothing more than to have that hard flesh in his mouth. He covered the head and sucked, his tongue twirling over the tip, and pressing against the nerves below the ridge. He slowly lowered his mouth over Xander’s length, licking and sucking as he did, until his nose was pressed against Xander’s pelvis

Xander began to buck his hips as he chanted unintelligible words. Spike grabbed Xander’s hips and held the boy down, and then exerted hard suction as he lifted his mouth to the top of Xander’s penis. Xander cried out, and then cried out again when Spike quickly lowered his mouth until the head of Xander’s cock was touching the back of his throat.

Spike swallowed; Xander screamed. Spike continued to suck and lick and swallow while Xander writhed below him, his voice becoming hoarse from yelling Spike’s name. And then Spike felt Xander’s cock thicken and pulse, and the boy shot warm fluid into Spike’s mouth. Spike swallowed until Xander was empty, and then gently licked and sucked the boy clean.

He let Xander’s softening penis slip from between his lips, and then crawled up the bed to stretch out beside him. Spike ran his fingers into Xander’s hair, which he couldn’t stop wanting to touch, and turned his head. Xander opened heavily-lidded eyes. “Spike,” he moaned.

Spike leaned in and kissed him, a kiss which Xander fervently returned. “Like that, did you?” Spike asked when he finally let up on the kiss so Xander could breathe.

“Yes,” Xander rasped, blushing at the admission.

“Which did you like better?” Spike asked, unable to resist. Hey, he was evil. “Sucking me off, or getting sucked off?”

Xander groaned, and closed his eyes. Spike’s nostrils flared as he scented a new wave of arousal. “Liked sucking me off, then, did you?” Spike asked teasingly. “Liked being on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Liked me fucking your mouth,” he finished in a whisper at Xander’s ear. Xander shuddered, but remained silent.

“Then you’ll really like what we do next,” Spike promised huskily while running his hands down Xander’s torso.

Xander’s eyes shot open. “No! Spike, no.” He shook his head. “I can’t...”

“Bollocks,” Spike replied softly. “You spent a couple of years with the insatiable Anya. And she said you were a Viking in the sack.” He smirked. Xander groaned.

“Spike, I really don’t think...”

“You’re not supposed to think, Xander. That’s what gets you into trouble.” He lightly tickled Xander’s sides, and then tweaked his nipples. “I still have so much to show you.” His voice was dark with promise. “Get on your knees, Xander,” he whispered against the boy’s neck, and then licked him.

“Spike...”

“Get on your knees, Xander,” Spike said again, wrapping his fingers around Xander’s soft, but reviving, cock. “You’re such a pretty boy, Xannnderrr,” Spike purred as he began to softly stroke Xander’s cock. “And I’m going to make you come again, and again. Now,” his voice hardened. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Xander hissed in a breath and rolled to his knees, slightly hindered by the jeans Spike had left around his knees. Spike could tell that his muscles were still weak from his orgasm, and he gently slapped Xander’s ass. “Hey!” Xander’s yell was muffled by the bedding.

Spike gracefully rose to his feet and removed his duster and t-shirt, and then untied his boots and kicked them off. He glanced over at the bed where Xander was watching him from beneath his arm. “Did you ever let Anya touch your ass?” Spike asked as he crawled onto the bed behind Xander.

Xander blushed and started to move away. Spike put his hand on Xander’s back and held him still. “I take it that means ‘no’,” he said softly. “Don’t worry, Xander,” he added. “It’ll only feel good.”

He ran his hands over Xander’s back and hips as he lowered his face to Xander’s ass. He licked and sucked the firm globes, exhaling and letting his cool breath feather over the crease between them. Xander moaned and started to rock his hips, as if he wanted something, but wasn’t sure what it was.

Spike grasped his buttocks and squeezed them, gently kneading and pulling them apart to get a glimpse of Xander’s hidden pucker. The thought of Xander’s virgin ass was tantalizing, and again he had to force himself to move slowly. He licked and sucked the inner curve of Xander’s buttocks, moving closer and closer to his destination, but never touching it. He blew directly on the pucker and watched it flutter as Xander clenched his muscles.

He lowered his head and, starting at Xander’s perineum, licked a path along the cleft, not stopping until he reached Xander’s lower back. “Fuck!” Xander groaned, his whole body quivering at the light touch on his hole. “Spike!”

“Want more, Xan?” Spike asked, and then licked over the hole again without waiting for a response. He arranged his hands so that he gripped Xander’s buttocks with his thumbs pressing against the skin near the pucker, slightly spreading the hole open. Spike lapped at the hole, and then sucked on it before pointing his tongue and shoving it inside.

Xander cried out and nearly jumped off the bed when Spike entered his virgin hole. Spike growled, the fear and desire coming off Xander enough to take him to the edge. He forced his climax back, not wanting to come before he’d driven Xander over the edge. He moved his tongue inside Xander, and then pulled it out, only to push it back in again.

“Oh, god, Spike,” Xander groaned as Spike tongue-fucked his ass. “Shit. Oh, fuck.” Spike felt Xander shift, and then the other man was resting his weight on his forehead, both hands reaching between his legs to cup and knead his balls and stroke his cock.

Spike left his tongue in Xander’s hole and pressed his teeth against the surrounding flesh, and then he sucked. Hard. Xander yelled his name at the same time he let go of his balls, placed his hand on the bed, and pushed back onto Spike’s tongue. Spike worried Xander’s ass with tongue and teeth as he continued to suck, his hands kneading Xander’s cheeks, his thumbs adding additional stimulation by spreading the hole.

“Ahhh, Spike!” Xander yelled again as his body stiffened against Spike. Spike smelled Xander’s release as he erupted.

Before Xander had recovered from his third orgasm that night, Spike pulled his face away from the boy’s lovely ass and reached beneath him to coat his fingers in the warm fluid Xander had spurted onto the bed. He rubbed his fingers over Xander’s slick opening, and then slowly pushed one inside.

“No, Spike!” Xander tried to sit up.

“Relax, Xander,” Spike said, placing his other hand on Xander’s back and rubbing it soothingly. “It’ll feel so good. I promise,” he whispered, and then slid his finger the rest of the way in, bent it, and stroked Xander’s prostate.

Xander cried out and began to pant. “What the fuck?” he asked. Spike didn’t respond, just touched him again.

“Like that?” Spike asked as he slowly withdrew. He scooped up more semen and carefully slid two fingers inside Xander’s hole. He didn’t want the soddin’ chip to go off. He gently stretched Xander, slipping his fingers in until he again reached the gland. He touched it, rubbing it with his fingertips, and then softly scratching it with a nail.

Xander whimpered and writhed on Spike’s fingers; his own hand moved faster over his cock, and the scent he gave off alerted Spike to the fact that he was nearing another orgasm. Spike’s own cock was hard and full and leaking pre-come. He grasped it with one hand, stroking, pulling, while he stimulated Xander’s nub with the other. Spike felt Xander’s body tighten around his fingers, and moved the hand on his own cock faster.

Xander stiffened, and then his body jerked as he came again, a small puddle of ejaculate joining that already cooling on the bed. Spike couldn’t stop himself from morphing into game-face. Xander fell forward on the bed, pulling himself off Spike’s fingers. Spike grabbed his balls and squeezed roughly as his other hand continued to work his cock. Moments later, he came with a roar, shooting his cool release onto Xander’s ass and back.

When he was empty, Spike fell forward and gently lowered himself onto Xander’s back, disregarding the pool of cool semen between them. He nuzzled Xander’s neck. The boy smelled delicious, he thought, as he licked and sucked the sensitive flesh there.

“Ever done it in the shower, Xan?” Spike asked.

Xander slowly turned his head to look at the vampire in disbelief.

“What?” Spike asked.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked.

“So what are you saying? You want to wait until tomorrow?” Spike asked seriously.

“I’m thinking, next week!” Xander said. “Or-or never,” he added nervously. “I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow, much less... And god, what am I laying in?” he asked.

“Wet spot.” Spike smirked. “I’ve got one, too.”

“Yes, well, I’m surrounded by wet spots,” Xander loudly complained. “Christ, I am going to have to take a shower,” he moaned.

“Knew you’d see it my way,” Spike said with a smile.

Spike rolled off Xander and stood, and then helped the other man to his feet and out of the rest of his clothes. Xander staggered towards the door while Spike shoved his still-opened jeans down his legs and kicked them off. He reached the bathroom just as Xander was steadying himself against the sink. Spike left him there and walked around him to the shower.

He turned the water on and waited until it was warm before sending the water to the shower head. He stood and pulled the curtain closed so the heat would build up in the enclosed space. “Come on,” he said, reaching for Xander’s hand.

Xander gave him a confused look before allowing Spike to help him into the shower. The sight of the naked man was making Spike hard again, but he realized that Xander was right; the boy was only human, after all, and Spike didn’t want to kill him on their first night. Wait! First night? That implied other nights, or at least one other night.

Spike wasn’t sure how he felt about that, even though it was his mind that had conjured the thought up. Xander was easy on the eyes, sure. And he was available, since he’d dumped demon-girl at the altar. And he had a lovely ass. And, bloody hell, his mouth...

All right, there would definitely be other nights. He just needed to figure out how to persuade Xander of that fact. Not that he’d needed much persuading tonight, but come morning, he might see things in a different light. No pun intended. And if he dug his heels in, he’d be more difficult to convince that shaggin’ a guy was not only okay, it was a great idea. Especially a guy of the undead variety.

Spike shrugged. He’d consider it a challenge. He had a feeling that getting into Xander’s bed again would be well worth the effort. With that decided, he grabbed the soap and a washcloth and began to clean Xander, who seemed to be sleeping standing up. When they were both washed and rinsed, Spike helped Xander out of the tub and into a dry towel.

In the bedroom, Spike pulled the soiled comforter off the bed and tossed it into the corner, and then pulled the sheet and blanket down. Xander climbed into the bed with a grateful sigh, and Spike tucked him in.

“Well,” he said casually, picking up his jeans from where he had kicked them. “I should probably be going.”

Xander was looking at him through heavily-lidded eyes. Without speaking, he pulled a corner of the blanket back. Spike looked from the boy’s unreadable face to the blanket, and back again. He dropped his jeans and slid into the bed. Xander covered him up and curled around him.

Xander was so warm. Spike touched him with a cold foot. Xander yelped.

“You do that again, and I might have second thoughts about this,” Xander mumbled.

“You’re gonna have second thoughts about this, anyway,” Spike said, snuggling into Xander’s heat. “But don’t worry, luv. I’ll help you through ‘em.”

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