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.
Women Suck Series
by
Spikedluv
3
But A Vamp Does It Best
Summary: Spike continues to show Xander that he doesn't need women...for anything
Written: July 3, 2003
Xander woke up slowly. He stretched, and then groaned as his muscles protested the movement. He was filled with a strange lassitude. He couldn’t remember feeling this...languid, since he and Anya used to spend the whole night... Xander’s entire body froze as his mind raced on. Spike!
He quickly lifted his head and looked at the other side of the bed. It was empty. He sat up and looked around the bedroom, but could find no sign of the vampire. Nor did he see any indication that the images racing through his head had actually happened last night. Until he noticed the comforter that had been tossed in a corner.
“Oh, god,” he whispered, as he fell back on the bed, covering his face with his hands. “What in hell did I do? No, no, no,” he moaned. “I did not sleep with Spike. There is no way I slept with Spike. Okay, actually, there was no sleeping involved,” he corrected himself. “‘Til the very end... And that is so not helping! I did not do...stuff with Spike! I like girls. I do not like guys. I do not like Spike! I was drunk!” he lied to himself.
He knew damned well that the vampire attack the night before had sobered him up like nothing else could. Xander closed his eyes as he replayed the night’s events. Feeling sorry for himself and getting drunk, Spike intruding on his pityfest, the vamp attack, and then Spike getting horny and pressing him up against the wrought iron fence. Spike’s breath on his neck, hand on his groin, erection pressing into his ass. Spike promising to show him why he didn’t need women. And doing a damned fine job of it.
“No, no, no,” Xander moaned as his body reacted to the still-fresh memory of the things Spike had done to him. How the vampire had stroked him until he came. And then the things Xander had done to Spike; the things they’d done to each other. Xander groaned and reached beneath the sheet for his throbbing penis as he remembered the feel of Spike in his mouth; the taste of him on his tongue.
He grasped his cock at the base and began to slowly stroke himself, moving his hand up the shaft to the tip, and then back down. His hand began to move faster as memories continued to bombard him. Spike holding his head as he gently thrust into his mouth; kissing Spike; the cool sensation of Spike’s mouth taking him in, sucking. ‘Oh, yes,’ he thought. ‘Definite advantages to getting a blow job from someone who doesn’t need to breathe.’
Xander’s breath started to come in harsh pants, his sphincter involuntarily clenching as he again felt the cool velvet of Spike’s tongue laving his ass, and then entering him; sliding in and out of him. And then Spike’s fingers, pressing inside, filling him; touching that spot that he’d had no idea existed until now.
“Oh, god,” Xander groaned. “God, god...” His hips began to thrust as his hand sped up, and Xander felt his balls tighten. “Ahh, god, Spike!” Xander cried, his body quivering as he erupted, his cock pulsing and shooting warm fluid onto his chest and stomach.
He lay on the bed trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. ‘And I do not get off fantasizing about the bleached one, either!’ he thought, and then groaned as he crawled out of bed and headed for the shower. Thank god it was Saturday. It looked like he had some laundry to do.
Xander had showered and dressed, and then stripped the bed and remade it with clean sheets. He put the soiled sheets in the washer, and was getting milk out for a bowl of cereal when the phone rang. Xander started when the shrill ringing filled the empty apartment, his mind screaming, ‘Spike!’ He took a moment to compose himself, telling himself that it was daytime and Spike didn’t have a phone in his crypt, and why would he be calling anyway? Unless it was to make fun of him, rub it in...
Xander grabbed the telephone. “Hello?” he answered cautiously.
“Uh, Xander?” Buffy said. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
He thought it was the middle of the afternoon, but Xander looked at the clock again, just to be sure. “Nooo,” he said. “I’m awake. What’s up?”
“Research. If you’re available,” Buffy said. “I ran across a demon last night. We fought, but it got away. I need to figure out what it is and how I can kill it.”
“Oh, I’m available! You can most certainly avail yourself of the Xan-man,” Xander said. Anything to get out of the apartment and get his mind off Spike. Which reminded him, “I just need to put my sheets in the dryer first.” Damn! He pounded the heel of his hand against his forehead as images danced through his mind—Spike’s hand wrapped around him, Spike’s mouth closed over him, Spike’s tongue lapping at him, Spike’s fingers inside him... “And then I’ll be right over,” he said, adjusting his erection in his jeans.
“Great, Xander!” Buffy said. “Thanks. Listen, I just got up—slaying wreaks havoc with my life—and need to take a shower, but I’m starving! If I order a couple pizzas, will you pick ‘em up on the way?” she asked in a cajoling, little girl voice.
“Sure, Buff,” Xander said. “I was just going to have cereal, but pizza sounds much better. I’ll see you in about half an hour, then.”
Xander showed up at Buffy’s with two pizzas and a case of soda. He’d considered getting beer, remembered what had happened last night, and went for the soda. He was mobbed at the door by starving girls.
“Hey, Xander,” Buffy said, and grabbed the pizza boxes out of his hands. “Thanks for coming. And for picking the pizza up.”
“Hey, Xan,” Willow said, smiling, and taking the soda from him.
“Uh, Buff, Will,” Xander said to their backs as they disappeared into the dining room. “Dawn,” he greeted the only female left in the foyer with him.
“Hey, Xander,” she said, and gave him an awkward hug. Xander knew she had a crush on him when she was younger, so he squeezed her tight and placed a kiss on her cheek.
“How’s the Dawnmeister doing?” he asked.
“All right,” Dawn said with a shrug, as they moved toward the dining room. “School sucks, and Janice is away for the weekend. But Buffy said I could help research!” she added excitedly.
When they got into the dining room, one of the pizza boxes was already open and missing a slice. Buffy held it in both hands as she chewed a bite she’d just taken, melted strands of cheese hanging from her lips. Willow was just coming from the kitchen with paper plates, cups, and napkins.
“Buffy’s kinda hungry,” she said with a grin.
“I can see that,” Xander said, taking the plate Willow offered him. “I guess it’s a good thing I got here when I did.”
Dawn snorted. “You’re lucky you’ve still got your fingers.”
They sat around the table eating and chatting, and then cleaned up their plates and the nearly empty boxes, so they could begin researching the demon Buffy had fought with the night before. Willow opened her laptop, and the other three each grabbed a book. Buffy groaned as she opened hers, and began reading.
After finishing his third book, Xander’s eyes were starting to cross. He shut it with a snap and gave it a little shove, sending it sliding to the middle of the table. “I need a break,” he said. “I’m gonna go use the little boy’s room.” As he stood and moved towards the hallway, the front door opened and Spike let himself in. Both men stared at each other.
Xander’s breath caught, and his heart sped up. Spike was...just Spike! He was not attracted to... Xander’s eyes ran over Spike’s body—from mussed hair that made him look like he’d just gotten out of bed, to the tips of his scuffed black boots—and then their eyes met again. Spike smirked at him. Xander felt the heat as his face flushed. Spike let his eyes wander deliberately over Xander’s body, and then back to his face where their eyes locked once more.
“Spike!” Buffy broke the connection between them. Xander took a deep breath and stepped back into the dining room. Spike stepped forward. “What are you doing here?” she asked accusingly.
“Patrol,” Spike replied in a bored tone. “Why did you think I was here?” he asked. Xander shifted as Spike stood uncomfortably close to him. Then again, in the same house, the same town, was uncomfortably close.
“Oh,” Buffy said. “Uh, patrol, of course.”
“Ask Spike about the demon,” Dawn said. “Buffy ran into a demon last night, but it got away.”
“Lucky demon,” Spike muttered.
“It was green, with really long teeth...” Dawn made a face and bared her teeth. “And claws...” She held up her hands and curled the fingers into claws. “And it had tentacles...” She put her hands up by her head and waggled her fingers to indicate tentacles. Xander almost laughed, until he saw Spike fighting to keep a straight face at Dawn’s earnest recitation of the demon’s features. He stiffened, and turned his attention back to Dawn.
“Was it tall?” Spike asked.
“Oh, very tall,” Dawn said. “Then again...” She looked at Buffy. “Buffy’s kinda short, so it’s all relative.”
“Hey!” Buffy said, and lightly whapped the back of Dawn’s head. “It was tall, all right?” she insisted.
“All right, all right,” Dawn said, rolling her eyes and holding her hands up, palms out, in a gesture of defeat.
“So do you recognize it?” Buffy asked Spike.
“Sounds like a Dacharkt demon,” Spike said.
“Spell that,” Willow said, opening another search window. Spike spelled it, and Willow typed the name in. A couple of minutes later, Willow’s face scrunched up. “Eww,” she said. “This it?” she asked Buffy, and turned the computer so the other girl could see the screen.
“That’s it,” Buffy said, and looked at Spike. “So how do I kill it?” she asked.
“Usual methods—pierce its heart, cut off its head...”
“It says here the heart is located in its abdomen,” Willow said, reading from the screen.
“Well, yeah,” Spike said with a smirk. “There is that. Around the navel region on a human,” he added.
“Why didn’t you ask him earlier?” Xander whined. “Then my eyes would not be ready to fall out of my head now.”
“I, uh, well, I don’t like to go to Spike’s crypt,” Buffy said.
“You used to go to Spike’s crypt all the time,” Dawn said.
“Not since we, uh...”
Spike curled his lips. “Don’t worry, Slayer. I’m over our little thing.”
“...fought!” Buffy said. “We had a little tiff, but, uh, Spike’s over it now.” She looked around the room, and then back at Spike. “You’re over it now?” she asked.
“So over it, I can’t even remember what the big deal was,” Spike agreed casually. “So, let’s go kill something, yeah?” He rubbed his hands together eagerly. “I’ll take construction boy,” Spike said, placing his arm over Xander’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly gesture.
Unless you were Xander, who shivered at the other man’s touch. He closed his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from groaning as the vampire’s body rubbed against his.
“You take the girls, and we’ll split up. Better chance of finding it that way,” he suggested.
“All ri...,“ Dawn began.
”Dawn is not going,” Buffy said, turning to look at the younger girl, who slumped in her seat and pouted.
“Sorry, Bit,” Spike said, and then turned to the others. “Well? Let’s go, yeah?”
“I still have to go to the bathroom,” Xander said, slipping out from under Spike’s arm.
Spike leaned close and whispered, “Need help?”
“No!” Xander cried, even as his cock twitched. Spike just smiled and lifted one eyebrow.
Xander practically ran for the bathroom and slammed the door shut, then locked it. He leaned against it, and wondered if he’d be able to relieve himself with a hard-on. When he was done, he heard Willow’s and Buffy’s voices in the living room. He joined the two girls who were picking out weapons, and grabbed a short sword for himself.
“Sword,” Spike said from behind him. “Good weapon, that.”
Xander turned to see Spike leaning against the doorframe, an axe swinging from one hand, the other hand near his mouth, something dark and gooey nearly dripping off his finger. As Xander watched, Spike stuck his tongue out and licked his finger. Xander nearly moaned at the sight of Spike’s tongue. Spike stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean, making loud slurping noises that reminded Xander of Spike’s mouth doing the same thing to his cock.
“What are you doing?” Buffy interrupted them, and Xander jerked his eyes away from Spike’s mouth.
“Bit’s making a chocolate cake,” Spike said, after pulling his finger out of his mouth. Xander’s eyes were glued to the glistening digit. “I stole a little batter,” he added, rolling his eyes, purposely misunderstanding her. “So stake me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Buffy said, pushing past him and leading the way out of the house. “Make sure the doors are locked, Dawn!” she yelled back.
“I hate you,” Xander muttered as soon as they were alone, patrolling their end of town.
“No, you don’t,” Spike replied with enough cheer to make Xander want to strangle him. “If you did, you’d have told the Slayer ‘bout last night, and I’d be a pile of dust right now.”
Xander thought that over. He wondered if Spike had feared that he would run to Buffy for help. Like he’d want Buffy to know that he’d done naughty sex-type things with Spike! However, he wasn’t certain why Spike hadn’t said anything to her, if only to embarrass him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.
“To the Slayer?” Spike scoffed. “And have her stake me for stealing her boy’s cherry?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“You’re a pig, Spike,” Xander said, disgusted with himself. “And I’m not a boy, so quit calling me that!” Xander blushed at the look Spike gave him, as they both remembered exactly when Spike had called him ‘boy’, and what they’d been doing. Xander turned his face away so he didn’t have to look at the annoying-as-hell blond vampire.
“‘Sides,” Spike said. “If I told, we’d never get to do it again.” He licked his lips suggestively and placed his hand on Xander’s butt.
“Stop...that!” Xander jumped and slapped Spike’s hand away. “We won’t be doing it again anyway!” Xander squeaked. “Nothing! Ever!”
“Mmm hmm,” Spike said, his tone noncommital, as he reached into his duster pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He tapped a cigarette out and placed it between his lips before shoving the pack back into his pocket and rooting around for his lighter. He paused to light it, taking a deep drag as he dropped the lighter into his duster pocket.
Xander stopped walking and turned around to wait for Spike. He’d have kept walking if it weren’t for the demon they were supposed to be looking for. Straight home—where he could lock the door and hide. Spike held the cigarette between two fingers and exhaled, blowing the smoke up in the air. He met Xander’s eyes, and grinned happily. “That’s not what little Xan is saying,” he said, and then dropped his eyes to the bulge in Xander’s pants.
“You keep your hands—and eyes—off little Xan!” Xander said, using the hand not currently holding a sword to cover himself. “Little Xan doesn’t always know what’s good for him...”
“Hence the spending of over two years with demon-girl,” Spike commented.
“Leave Anya out of this!” Xander said. “You don’t get to talk about Anya. Or little Xan. So just shut up!”
“I can smell you, Xanderrrr,” Spike drawled as he walked towards Xander.
“What?” Xander asked.
“I can smell you,” Spike repeated. “Your arousal.” Spike inhaled deeply.
“Y-you...th-tha-that’s...disgusting!” Xander cried, even as his body responded to the thought that Spike knew how turned on he was. The hungry look in the vampire’s eyes was enough to start Xander’s heart to pounding.
Spike tossed his cigarette to the ground, and didn’t stop walking until his chest was brushing Xander’s. He reached around the trembling brunette and grasped his buttock, gently kneading it. He lowered his head, and Xander could feel cool, unnecessary breath on his neck. “You smell so good, Xan,” Spike said, and then licked a path up Xander’s neck.
Spike pulled away, grabbed Xander’s hand, and pulled him down the street. “Come on. We’ve got a demon to kill.”
“How do you know we’re going to find the demon?” Xander asked as he allowed Spike to pull him along.
“‘Cause I know where they like to hang out,” Spike said.
“What?” Xander squealed. He tugged on his hand, pulling Spike to a halt. “Why didn’t you tell Buffy?”
“So she can have all the fun?” Spike asked in disbelief. “No soddin’ way! ‘Sides,” he said, looking at Xander conspiratorially. “You know how I like a good spot of violence.”
Xander blushed, and Spike pulled him so they were touching again. “I still have so much to show you, Xan,” he said, and then kissed him.
Xander nearly melted, or exploded, he wasn’t sure which. Ever since Spike walked into Buffy’s house, Xander had felt off-balance, and Spike had not only capitalized on that, he’d done his best to keep it that way. Xander knew there was no way he was ever going to let Spike touch him again. Ever. Never ever.
He pulled back, and grabbed the back of Spike’s head. “I don’t even like you,” Xander said, and then kissed him again. Spike groaned into his mouth as Xander’s tongue moved over his lips and then between them, only stopping when the need to breathe became paramount.
“Don’t like you, either,” Spike said breathlessly, which made Xander wonder if he sometimes forgot he didn’t need to breathe. “Gonna give you a right proper shaggin’ tonight, though,” he promised.
“Sh-shaggin’?” Xander’s voice went high.
“You liked my tongue in your ass, didn’t you?” His voice got low. “My fingers?”
Xander was starting to pant at the feel of Spike’s voice washing over him, and the memories those words evoked. “Stop talking, Spike,” he snarled.
Spike ignored him, and softly rubbed their groins together. “Once you’ve had my cock in your ass, you’ll wonder why you never tried it before, and you’ll beg me to do it again. I’ll make you feel so good, Xan,” he purred.
Xander wanted to kill him. He wanted to rip his clothes off and touch him all over. He wanted to take his cock in his hand, in his mouth. Xander grabbed Spike’s hips and pressed their bodies, their groins, more tightly together. He was desperate for the other man...vampire. He couldn’t remember ever feeling such intense need for someone.
Spike pulled away and took his hand again. “Demon,” he said, “then the shaggin’.” He led Xander to the warehouse district, and it didn’t take long to find the large, green demon. They just followed the noise and the path of destruction, and found it dismantling a gate.
Spike pushed Xander into the shadows, and then stepped into the dim glow shed by a streetlight. “Hey, mate!” he called to the demon. The demon turned its overlarge, tentacled head towards Spike—it was tall, Xander allowed. It sniffed through what Xander assumed were nostril holes, and then made an approximation of a sneer.
“Vampire,” it said in a gravelly voice, and then charged. Spike, not waiting for the demon to reach him, morphed and ran towards it. Xander found himself watching the fight with trepidation, his knuckles white around the hilt of the sword he held. The demon was so much larger than Spike, he wondered if the vampire stood a chance.
Spike swung the axe and kicked out at the demon, dancing out of reach of its claws. When the demon got close enough to land a punch, Spike just laughed, and danced back into the fight. Xander was bouncing on his toes, nervous. The demon picked Spike up and threw him. The vampire slid across the ground, his axe flying out of his hand and skidding to a halt at Xander’s feet.
Xander stared at it, and then picked it up. Spike rose to his feet and looked at Xander, who held the axe up and tossed it to Spike. The blond grinned, said, “Thanks, pet,” around his fangs, and then winked an amber eye. Spike jumped back into the fray, and moments later his axe was whistling through the air as the head was buried in the demon’s neck. Greenish gore spurted out of the demon’s neck as Spike hacked its head off.
When the demon was dead, he turned to the shadows and pinned Xander with blue eyes. Xander nearly came then at the naked desire in Spike’s eyes. Spike stalked him, and Xander couldn’t stop himself from backing away.
“Xan-derrrr,” Spike purred.
“Spike!” Xander squeaked, dropping the sword from nerveless fingers. “Y-you’re all covered with demon goo.”
“So’re you,” Spike said, as he pressed Xander up against a wall with his body. “Now.” He dropped the axe at their feet, grasped Xander’s hips, and rubbed their groins together as he sniffed at, and then licked Xander’s neck.
Xander moaned, his hands coming up involuntarily to clutch at Spike’s hips, and then slip beneath his t-shirt to touch the cool skin of his back.
“Oh, yeah, luv,” Spike groaned into Xander’s neck. “You’re so warm.” Spike latched onto the sensitive skin over Xander’s pulse point and sucked it into his mouth as he ground their erections together more firmly.
“Spike,” Xander moaned. His arousal, already simmering, had built as he’d watched Spike fight the demon, and now that the blond was pressed up against him, sucking on his neck, his longing for the vampire was at a fevered pitch. What were they doing? What was he doing? Why did he feel this...whatever it was, for Spike? He didn’t even like him. The vampire was an evil demon; a murderer. But he wanted him; could think of nothing but being naked beneath the cool body. “Want you, Spike,” he whispered, moving his hips against the other man.
“Want you, too, Xan,” Spike breathed in his ear. “You smell so good; taste so good. My sweet boy,” he murmured.
Xander felt Spike’s body tense under his hands. “Xan, can’t...Xan-derrr!” he roared, as his hips bucked and he came. Xander could feel Spike’s cock pulsing against him, and then he cried out as he erupted.
Xander could barely remember disposing of the demon’s carcass and walking back to his apartment. They had dropped the weapons and their jackets on the floor just inside the door, and Spike was now unbuttoning and unzipping Xander’s pants as he spoke into the phone.
“Yeah, Bit, tell the Slayer we got that demon, ‘kay?” he said. “Not tonight, pet. Xander an’ I need to shower ‘cause we’re all...messy.” Spike swiped his finger through the release coating Xander’s stomach, and placed his finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Demon goo, ya know.” He raised an eyebrow at Xander. “Save me a piece, though, yeah? All right. ‘Night, Niblet.”
Spike hung the phone up and quickly relieved Xander of the rest of his clothes, and then stripped out of his own, leaving the gore-spattered articles on the floor. Other than the shower the night before, Xander had never seen Spike fully naked, and the sight was enough to make his dazed mind sit up and take notice. Not to mention, little Xan.
As if he could read Xander’s mind, Spike glanced down at the offending appendage, then smiled at Xander as he looked up at him through lowered lashes.
“Shut up, Spike,” Xander said before the blond could make a sarcastic comment. He reached out and touched Spike’s chest with his fingertips, and then laid his hands flat and ran them over his chest and stomach. Spike’s muscles twitched as Xander’s hand crept closer to his stiffening member.
“Do you want me, Spike?” Xander asked.
“Oh, yeah, luv,” Spike replied. His whole body was tense, his hands fisted at his sides.
“Do you even like me?” he asked, wondering where this was coming from. Xander had never slept with someone he didn’t care about. Or thought he’d cared about, he corrected, as he remembered Faith. But Spike made him feel things he’d never felt before. He wasn’t sure why he wanted...needed, the other man as much as he did.
“Like ya more today than I did yesterday,” Spike replied, and Xander snorted. “What’s this all about, pet?” he asked.
“That-that’s what I want to know,” Xander said. “What is this all about? This...thing between us?”
“Does it have to be more than it is?” Spike asked.
“That’s circular reasoning,” Xander said, as his hands continued to explore the other man’s body. “And don’t think I don’t know what that is!”
“Don’t know, luv. Last night...something just clicked. One minute I’m givin’ ya the piss, next thing I know, you’re pinned to the fence and your cock is in my hand. And I liked it,” Spike tried to explain.
“Kinda like ‘Wham!’,” Xander agreed, not looking at Spike. “I liked it, too. I’ve never...I never let...”
“I know, pet,” Spike said, taking Xander’s hands in his. He lifted them to his mouth and placed a kiss on the knuckles of each. “I liked being your first.” He started them towards the bedroom. “Gonna be your first again tonight,” he said, his voice thick with promise.
Xander shuddered. “I just put clean sheets on the bed,” he protested.
Spike just laughed. “Better lay some towels down, then,” he said.
Xander knelt on the bed. He’d put towels down like Spike suggested, and they were soft and fluffy against his hands and knees. Spike’s hands were running soothingly over his back, and then they moved lower to squeeze and knead his ass. Xander moaned as Spike spread his cheeks.
“Spike!” he said.
“Mmm?” Spike responded.
Xander never knew if he would have stopped the vampire, because at that moment Spike lowered his head and stabbed his tongue into him with no warning. Xander mewled deep in his throat as Spike moved his tongue in and out of his ass. Christ! He’d never felt anything like this, and Spike was most likely right. He probably would beg for more.
Xander pressed back. “Spike,” he groaned.
Spike pushed his tongue into Xander’s hole as far as he could, until his lips were against Xander’s pucker, and then began to curl it. Xander started to pant. Spike sucked as he moved his tongue from side-to-side, and Xander screamed and reached for his cock. This felt fucking amazing! He couldn’t believe how Spike’s tongue alone had already brought him so close to orgasm.
Spike pulled away from him, and Xander groaned in complaint. “No worries, luv,” Spike said, reaching around Xander and covering his fingers with the release still coating his stomach. He pressed one finger against Xander’s hole, and then pushed it in, twisting it to spread the creamy fluid around, and then pushing it in further. He turned and crooked his finger, reaching for the nub inside Xander, and...
Xander’s whole body jerked when Spike brushed his prostate. “Oh, god! Do that again!” he cried, and Spike did.
Spike carefully removed his finger, and replaced it with two. He lubricated Xander, gently scissored his fingers to stretch him, and pressed his fingers against the nub. Xander was nearly incoherent by the time Spike entered him with three fingers to stretch him further. With one last touch on his gland, and one last pull on his cock, Xander came.
While Xander was still in the throes of his orgasm, Spike wiped the release off his own stomach and coated his engorged cock. He placed the head against Xander’s entrance, and slowly pushed in. “Shit, Spike!” Xander cried out breathlessly, as Spike breached his hole.
Xander couldn’t believe Spike had penetrated him so easily. So intent on his orgasm, he had barely felt the burn of Spike stretching him, entering him.
“It’s all right, Xan.” Spike’s voice finally pierced the daze he was in. “‘S all right.” Spike’s hands were soothingly rubbing his ass, his back. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Xander replied, panting slightly. “It just...it feels weird.”
Spike laughed softly. “It’ll be good. Promise. Now push back, pet.”
Xander did as Spike requested, and felt Spike’s cock slide the rest of the way inside him until the other man’s balls were nestled up against him, his pubic hair tickling his ass. He felt so full, and all he could think about was Spike’s cock in his ass. It became his focal point, and just knowing that it was Spike’s cock filling him sparked his desire once more.
As awareness of his surroundings leaked back into his frazzled brain, he realized that Spike was babbling behind him as his hands gently, but firmly kneaded Xander’s hips and buttocks. “Oh, Xan, you’re so warm. So bloody tight. Feel so good. Gonna make you feel good. Such a pretty boy. Beautiful ass. So hot and tight. Are you ready for me, Xan? Tell me you’re ready.”
“Please, Spike! I’m ready,” Xander hissed. “I’m ready.” And he thought he was. Until Spike pulled out and pressed back in, moving in and out of him, changing his angle of entry until he found Xander’s prostate. Xander screamed as burning arousal shot from the nub inside him to his cock. “Fuck, Spike!” he cried, delirious. “Again! Do that again!”
And Spike did. Again, and again, until Xander was whimpering, madly stroking his cock with one hand as he pushed back, writhing on the flesh of steel—Xander almost laughed hysterically at that thought, although it seemed appropriate at the moment, but he would never tell Spike that—inside him.
“Spike, please, tell me you’ll do this again!” Xander groaned as he neared his climax.
“Are you begging me for it, Xan?” Spike asked hoarsely as he gripped Xander’s hips and thrust into him.
“Yes! Yes!” Xander cried.
“Anything for my beautiful boy,” Spike said, with one last hard thrust that sent Xander over the edge.
Xander screamed his orgasm as he erupted over his hand and the towels beneath him. He felt Spike pulse inside him, and then fill him with cool fluid. Spent, his muscles exhausted, Xander fell forward onto the bed. “Quit calling me ‘boy’,” he muttered as Spike gently covered him with his cool body.
Spike kissed the back of his neck, and whispered, “We need a shower, luv.”
Xander, completely shot and not wanting to move, groaned. “You got a thing for showers I should know about?”
“Hmm. Might,” Spike replied with a little laugh.
“Anything else I should know before we go any further with this?” Xander mumbled into the toweling.
“You want this to go further, Xan?” Spike asked, and if Xander didn’t know better, he could have sworn Spike sounded hopeful.
“Not when I’m in my right mind,” Xander said. “I mean, we hate each other. Right? But when you’ve still got your cock buried in my ass, yeah, I kinda want it to go further,” he admitted.
“Me too,” Spike responded so softly that Xander could barely hear him.
“Really?” he asked, just to be sure.
“Yeah. Said so, didn’t I?” Spike said, his ‘big bad’ persona back in full force.
“So, back to my question then,” Xander said. “Anything else I should know about?”
There was a moment of silence, broken only by Xander’s harsh breathing. Finally Spike spoke. “How do you feel about handcuffs?”
4
This Boy's A Man<
Summary: The boys start to wonder what's going on
Written: July 27, 2003
Spike smirked at the scent that wafted off Xander when he mentioned handcuffs—a little bit of fear and uncertainty, and a lot of arousal. “C’mon, luv,” he said, gently pulling out of Xander with a wash of seed, and rolling off the other man. He stood and tugged on Xander’s arm. “Shower. You’re covered in demon goo and...more demon goo,” he said with a chuckle.
“Very funny,” Xander groaned as he allowed Spike to pull him to his feet. He bundled up the soiled towels and used them to wipe his stomach and thighs off, and then carried them into the bathroom with him as he staggered down the hall. He dropped the towels in the hamper, and carefully leaned in to turn the shower on.
He turned back to Spike. “I have to, uh...”
Spike looked at Xander in confusion, and then understanding struck. “Ahh! Right, then. I’ll just step in the shower and you can, uh...” he said, ducking behind the shower curtain. “Oi!” he cried when the tepid water hit a body heated from exertion.
“Cold?” Xander asked, and Spike could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yeah, git. And you’re gonna pay for that,” Spike said, moving under the spray when it warmed and letting it sluice the demon gore and come off his body.
“It’s not my fault!” Xander denied, pulling the curtain back.
“Hey! Get in here! You’re letting cold air in!” Spike complained.
“Sissy,” Xander teased. “And why is it that I’m not quibbling about the fact we’re sharing a shower?” he asked.
“‘Cause you know what’s good for you,” Spike said, moving out from under the spray and gently pushing Xander under it. “‘Sides, it’s not the first time.”
“Very funn— Plah!” Xander sputtered as water filled his mouth. “Hey!”
“Shut up, git,” Spike said softly, finding the shampoo and pouring some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, lathering it up, and then applied it to Xander’s hair. He massaged the scalp and pulled the hair into foamy spikes.
“Are you done playing, yet?” Xander asked indulgently, his eyebrows raised comically.
“For now,” Spike replied, tipping the boy’s head back and letting the water rinse most of the shampoo out, and then running his fingers through it to make sure the rest was gone. “Like your hair,” he muttered, then looked up to see Xander watching him through heavily-lidded eyes. He grinned. “Tired?”
“Mmm, a bit,” Xander replied, letting his eyelids close.
Spike squeezed some gel into his hand, lathered it up, and began rubbing his hands over Xander’s body. He started with his shoulders and arms, moving to his chest and abdomen, and then down the front of his legs, deliberately avoiding the tantalizing piece of softened flesh nestled in the dark curls between his thighs. He turned the boy around and did the back of his legs, and then stood and did his back.
“That feels good,” Xander mumbled sleepily.
Squeezing a little more gel into his palm, Spike slowly rubbed them together, his body reacting to the anticipation filling him. He cupped Xander’s buttocks in his hands, covered them with lathered gel, and gently kneaded them. Slippery fingers pressed between his buttocks and covered his cleft with suds, brushing over and around his hole.
“Fuuuck,” Xander hissed as Spike teased his opening. “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you? You can’t bite me, so you’ve come up with the fiendishly clever plan of fucking me to death,” Xander accused breathlessly.
Spike leaned his chest against Xander’s back. “You’ve found me out, pet,” he whispered into his ear, as his other hand came around and sudsed the curls surrounding Xander’s lengthening penis.
“Spike,” Xander begged. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Spike’s loosely fisted hand closed around his penis. His hips began to move, back against the fingers pressing against his tight hole, forward into the fingers wrapped around his cock. “Spike, please,” he pleaded, and Spike’s cock jumped in response.
“Please what?” he asked, nibbling on Xander’s ear and continuing to torment him with light, teasing touches.
“Christ, Spike, you know what! Please!” Xander cried, his hips moving faster, his body begging for friction. Spike wiped the remaining soap from his hand onto his cock, and then pressed his groin against Xander’s ass, moving his hips and sliding his cock along the slick cleft. He twisted his hips sideways until his cock was nestled between the two firm cheeks, one hand on Xander’s hip for support, the other never stopping its motion along Xander’s shaft.
Spike dropped his forehead onto Xander’s shoulder as he thrust his cock between Xander’s buttocks and pumped Xander’s cock. It felt so good, pressed up against and wrapped around this hard, warm flesh. “Xan,” he moaned.
“Spike,” Xander responded, placing both hands flat against the tile for support. “Please.”
Spike loved it when the boy begged. He sped his thrusts, his hand moving faster. “Say it again,” he demanded hoarsely.
“Please...”
“Bloody...hell, Xander,” Spike growled, his fingers tightening on Xander’s hip as his balls tightened. He closed blunt teeth on Xander’s shoulder. Xander cried out and shuddered. His cock filled and pulsed in Spike’s hand, and thick, white fluid erupted from his body to paint the tile in front of him. Xander’s reaction sent Spike over the edge, his own cock swelling and emptying between them, his come coating Xander’s back and ass.
Spike licked the marks his teeth left behind on Xander’s shoulder, and then nuzzled into his neck. “Xander,” he mumbled. “Xan...”
“Spike...”
Spike washed Xander up again, and rinsed the release off his own body. He maneuvered a nearly comatose Xander out of the shower and dried him off, and then sent him towards the bedroom with a light slap on one buttock.
“Hey,” Xander complained tiredly as he shuffled out of the bathroom.
Spike hopped back into the shower and hurriedly washed his hair and body, not wanting to be away from Xander for too long. Poof! He shook his head, but didn’t slow down. He walked cockily into the bedroom, slowing down when he saw Xander lying beneath the covers, his eyes closed, breaths even. Maybe he should leave...except his clothes were lying in a pile and covered with demon blood.
While he stood uncertainly, Xander opened one eye. “Coming to bed?” he asked hesitantly, struggling sleepily to push the covers out of the way.
Spike grinned as he resumed his cocky walk towards the bed. “Since you asked so nice,” he said, pulling the covers back and slipping into the warm cocoon next to Xander. As soon as he was settled on his back, Xander rolled into him, resting his head on his shoulder, his face tucked against his neck. Spike shifted them so he could wrap his arm around Xander’s back.
“Spike?” Xander’s voice was soft and low, his breath warm against his neck.
“Mmm?” Spike replied as he ran his hand down Xander’s flank, reveling in the warm and silky feel of Xander against him.
“I still don’t understand this.”
“Me neither, luv,” Spike said. “Me neither.” This whole thing was wrong, but he was too tired, too sated, to remember why.
Spike woke up just before the sun rose to find that Xander had practically climbed on top of him during the night. Thankfully, he didn’t need to breathe and wasn’t claustrophobic. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. The next time he woke, the sun had been up for hours, and so had Xander, by the cool feel of the sheets next to him. He heard a noise from the kitchen, and decided to go out and investigate.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked through the small apartment. Xander was emptying a paper bag that sat on the table. “Mornin’, pet,” Spike said.
“Ahhh!” Xander squealed, tossing the item he was holding into the air. Spike easily caught it. He looked at Xander strangely.
“Blood?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Xander said, one hand clutching his chest, beneath which Spike could hear his racing heart. “Figured you’d need something to eat when you got up.” Spike leered at him. “Besides me!” he clarified, and then blushed. “A-a-and...” He pointed at Spike. “...you’re naked!”
“Glad you noticed,” Spike said with a grin, poking his head into the bag to see several more blood packets. He put all but one in the fridge, and then looked through the cupboards for a mug. He morphed, opened the blood bag with his fangs, and poured the blood into the mug. He placed the mug into the microwave before turning his attention to Xander, who hadn’t moved while Spike made himself at home.
“You, um, your clothes are in the dryer,” he stammered nervously as Spike stalked towards him. “But you can borrow a pair of sweats, and, uh, I... Mmm,” he moaned into Spike’s mouth as Spike gently cupped his face and kissed him.
Spike nibbled on Xander’s lips, and then pressed his tongue between them, insisting that Xander let him in. When the other man parted his lips, Spike’s tongue darted inside to explore the warm cavern, running over the roof of his mouth, his teeth, and finally twining around his tongue. The microwave dinged, and Spike slowly pulled away from Xander, whose eyes were glazed with desire. He felt Xander’s eyes on him as he walked over to the microwave and got his mug, then took a sip of the blood.
“Uh, where was I?” Xander asked, bewildered.
“Clothes,” Spike replied, draining the mug.
“Oh, yeah!” Xander blushed again. “You can borrow...”
“No need,” Spike interrupted, setting his mug in the sink.
“Oh. Uh, why not?” Xander asked.
Spike smirked at him. “Only have to take ‘em off again.”
“Oh. Huh?”
Without replying, Spike took Xander’s hand and led him to the couch.
“You, uh, you wanna watch TV?” Xander asked hopefully.
“Nah,” Spike replied.
“Oh. Well, uh, what do you want to do?” he asked as Spike stood him in front of the couch.
Spike stared at him for a long moment before responding. “You,” he said, reaching for the waistband of Xander’s pants.
“M-me?” Xander squeaked, another flush suffusing his skin. “Spike, this is,” Xander began as he watched Spike unbutton and unzip his pants. “This is crazy.”
“Tell me about it,” Spike said, shoving Xander’s pants and boxers down his legs. He lifted Xander’s shirt, and the boy automatically raised his arms. He tossed the shirt aside, and then gently pushed a compliant Xander onto the couch. Spike knelt before him and removed his sneakers and socks, and then pulled his pants and boxers off his legs.
When Xander was naked, Spike took a moment to gaze at him. His eyes were wide and dark with arousal, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His broad chest was rising and falling quickly with his breaths, and he could see the rapidly pulsing point in his neck. He let his eyes drop, and watched as Xander’s flaccid penis came to life beneath his regard.
Without warning, Spike dropped his head and licked a path up Xander’s semi-erect penis, which jumped beneath his touch. “Spike!” Xander hissed. Spike gripped the base and swirled his tongue around the head.
“Yes, yes!” Xander’s voice was sibilant. He buried his fingers in Spike’s hair and silently urged him for more. Spike took the head of Xander’s penis into his mouth. He gently closed his teeth around the shaft, just beneath the mushroom head, and then lapped at the tip with his tongue. His cock grew hard at Xander’s harsh inhalation, and Spike knew from the scent filling his nostrils that the boy was caught between the fear of the pain his teeth might bring him, and the pleasure his tongue was already bringing him.
Spike removed his teeth from Xander and closed his lips around him, sucking hard on the head, and then lowering his mouth over the shaft, twirling his tongue along it. He let go of Xander and placed both hands on his thighs, pushing them apart so he could get closer to the boy. He lifted his mouth to suck on the bulbous head of Xander’s cock, then lowered it until the tip brushed the back of his throat. Xander was moaning and writhing beneath him, and Spike’s borrowed blood heated. He began to bob his head, his mouth moving up and down Xander’s shaft as he sucked and tongued it.
“Jesus, Spike!” Xander cried, his fingers digging convulsively into Spike’s scalp as his hips lifted off the couch. “Fuck, yes, please!”
Spike sucked hard as he once more lifted his head all the way from the root of Xander’s shaft to the tip. One more hard suck on the head had Xander quivering beneath him as his cock filled and shot warm, thick fluid into Spike’s mouth. Spike swallowed the first bit without tasting it as Xander continued to fill his mouth. When the boy was finished, slumped on the couch, Spike rolled his release around in his mouth, savoring the taste of him.
He swallowed, and then crawled up onto the couch to straddle Xander’s lap and kissed him, sharing the taste of him. Xander groaned and kissed him back. Spike clutched at Xander’s shoulders and began to move his hips, his swollen member trapped between them and rubbing against Xander’s stomach. “Xander,” he groaned into the other man’s mouth. “Please.”
“Please ‘what’?” Xander teased as he cupped his buttocks, squeezing them.
“Touch me,” Spike panted needlessly.
“Like this?” Xander asked, pulling Spike’s buttocks apart and bravely sliding his finger along the cleft.
“Bloody...!” Spike cried as Xander’s finger ran softly over his hole. “No, but... That’s good. More of that.”
Xander pushed against the tight ring and Spike grunted as he sped up, grinding his cock against the boy’s stomach. Xander’s finger breached his entrance, and Spike tensed, then exploded, his release shooting between them. Spike’s body shook with the force of his climax, and then he melted against Xander, his head resting against Xander’s, his face nuzzling into his boy’s hair. Xander’s hands ran soothingly over his back.
When Spike stopped trembling, Xander sighed in mock resignation. “We’re going to have to take another shower. Thank god they don’t charge me extra for hot water.”
Spike watched Xander climb out of the shower; water droplets covering his body like dew. He had the barely-suppressed urge to lean over and lick them off. How could the boy make him feel this way? So bleedin’...needy! He’s a vampire for hell’s sake! A master vampire. He’s not needy. Except for with Dru. And Angelus. Oh, for fuck’s sake, so he’s needy! That doesn’t mean he should need Xander. But he does. And he couldn’t seem to get enough of the boy. Spike growled.
“What’s wrong?” Xander asked, pausing in his toweling off.
Spike shook himself. “Nothing,” he snarled.
“Uh huh,” Xander responded. “Well, the clothes are still in the dryer, so...wanna borrow a pair of sweats?” Without waiting for an answer he tossed the towel in the hamper and walked naked to the bedroom.
“Sure,” Spike said as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the other towel lying over the bar. He dried off and followed Xander into the bedroom. The boy was already bent over, pulling a pair of sweats on, his enticing ass raised in the air, which caused Spike’s cock to stir. Spike stepped up behind him and cupped his bare cheeks.
“Eeep!” Xander squealed, jumping, and falling forward onto the bed. Spike fought to keep a straight face as his erection deflated. “That’s not funny!” Xander whined, and Spike’s lips twitched. “Jesus,” he swore as he stood and finished pulling the sweats on. “If you’re going to be staying here, you’re going to start wearing a bell,” he groused.
“Am I?” Spike asked, picking up the pair of sweat pants Xander had left lying on the bed.
“Am you, er, are you what?” Xander asked, his voice a little harsh from a combination of embarrassment and anger.
“Gonna be staying here?”
Xander froze; the only things moving were his eyes as they watched Spike pull on the sweats that were too big for him and hung sexily on his hips. His eyes glazed over in confusion. “Huh...what?” he asked.
“Am I gonna be staying here?” Spike asked softly, as he stepped up to Xander and ran his hand down Xander’s bare arm.
“Oh. Well, I, uh...”
“Breathe, Xander,” Spike said, placing his hand on the back of Xander’s head and pulling it forward so their foreheads touched. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised.
Xander’s eyes got big. “You call this slow?” he yelped.
Spike grinned and turned away. “Got anything good on the telly?”
“Huh? Hey, I get the remote!” Xander yelled from the bedroom. Spike just laughed.
“We’ll see, pet,” he said, snatching up the remote just as Xander came barreling down the hall and into the living room. Xander tackled him, and they landed in a heap on the couch.
“Give,” he demanded.
“Make me,” Spike challenged, holding the remote over his head.
“You asked for it, buster,” Xander said, shimmying up Spike’s body and reaching for the remote.
Spike groaned. The boy just didn’t know what he did to him. Bugger! If he kept that up... He couldn’t take it any more. Spike tossed the remote into a chair across the room, grabbed Xander’s hips, and bucked up against him. He watched Xander’s eyes darken with desire as understanding struck.
“Spike, I’m just human,” he protested, even as he pressed his groin into the vampire. “Y-you said slow.”
“You’re right,” Spike said, reluctantly loosening his grip on Xander’s hips. He placed his hands palm-flat on his back, and dragged them up to his silky hair, and then back down. “Slow.” He could do slow. Xander was right. He was just human. It was a wonder the boy could still walk. “Kiss me, pet?” he asked.
Xander nibbled on his lips, and Spike forced himself to let him set the pace, despite his wish to plunder the boy’s mouth. Among other things. When Xander finally sought entry into Spike’s mouth, he was nearly ready to cry with relief. Xander’s tongue mapped his mouth, touching and tasting everywhere, before finally winding about his tongue.
Just as Xander pulled back to take a deep breath, the phone rang. He glanced up at it with a look of annoyance at the interruption. “Leave it,” Spike urged. Xander, eyes slitted with desire, lowered swollen lips to Spike’s and kissed him again. Buffy’s voice came over the answering machine, and Xander groaned. “Leave it,” Spike urged again, his voice a bit frantic.
“If I don’t answer, she’ll wonder where I am, especially after the demon thing last night,” Xander said, and then slithered up Spike’s body to grab for the portable sitting on the end table.
Spike saw temptation yawning before him like a deep chasm. He was evil, so he allowed himself to be tempted, and licked Xander’s nipple when it reached his mouth. Xander squeaked, and reached for the phone with one hand as he batted at Spike’s head with the other. Spike waited until Xander had the telephone to his ear, and then closed his lips over the nub and sucked.
“Hey, Buffy, I...ahh!” Xander said into the receiver.
“Xander?” Spike heard Buffy’s voice.
“Yeah, Buff, I’m right, uh, gagh, here,” Xander replied, and scrambled to get off Spike.
“Something wrong?” Buffy asked.
“Huh? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong. Spike!” Xander cried as Spike flipped them so that Xander was lying on his back with Spike crouching between his legs.
“Spike’s there?” Buffy asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Xander replied, watching Spike suspiciously. “He got covered in, uh, demon goo...” Spike leered suggestively and Xander swatted at him. “...and needed to take a shower. And then he needed, ah...” Spike grabbed the waistband of Xander’s sweat pants and pulled them down, standing to pull them off his legs and toss them aside. “...his clothes washed.”
“You washed his clothes?” Buffy sounded shocked, and Spike grimaced and shot the two-fingered salute at the phone. Then he allowed his eyes to wander over Xander’s naked body, toned and tanned from construction work. He’d happily keep the boy naked all the time if he could.
“Yeah,” Xander said. “And then, you know, daylight.”
“Xander, you didn’t have to let him stay there...,” Buffy began.
“It’s good, Buff. No problem. Honest,” Xander said a little breathlessly as Spike stared into his eyes. Spike climbed back onto the couch and knelt between Xander’s legs. He picked one up and laid it along the back of the couch, then lifted the other and pushed it up towards Xander’s chest. Xander was watching him warily. Spike grinned, and Xander started shaking his head frantically.
Spike’s grin widened. He slid to his knees on the floor and lowered his head to Xander’s groin. Xander’s heartbeat sped up, and the scent of his arousal filled Spike’s nostrils. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sac between Xander’s thighs, then sucked one ball into his mouth. Xander yipped.
“No, no, Spike just, uh, stole the remote,” Xander said, with a barely suppressed moan. “What were you saying?”
Spike let Xander’s ball fall gently from his mouth, and then sucked on the other. Lifting them out of the way, he licked and sucked the hard flesh behind them as his tongue worked inexorably towards its goal. He lapped at the puckered flesh at Xander’s entrance, looking up to see Xander lying with his fists clenched, his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from screaming.
“Fuuuck,” Xander hissed as Spike shoved his tongue into his hole. “Gotta go, Buff,” he said, fumbling for the button that would disconnect the call. “I am going to fucking kill you,” he said, as the phone dropped out of his hand and hit the floor. “When you’re done.”
Spike couldn’t help the grin. He pulled his tongue out of Xander and kissed his hole, then asked, “So, what did the Slayer want?”
“I have no fucking idea,” Xander panted in reply.
Spike gazed at the boy lying in a state of debauchery on the couch. Aroused, panting, his cock swollen, red, and weeping. There was probably no better time. He stood and walked over to his duster, which now hung on a hook beside the door.
“Where are you going?” Xander whined pitifully.
“Nowhere, pet,” Spike said, reaching into the pocket and pulling out the item he wanted. He looked at it, and the thought of using it on Xander made him harder. He walked back over to the couch and stood in front of Xander, who looked at him with undisguised lust. Spike opened his hand and let the handcuffs dangle from his thumb.
Xander’s eyes got big, and he sat up on the couch, backing away from Spike. “No way,” he said, shaking his head.
Spike heard the ‘no’, but smelled the fresh wave of arousal that said ‘yes’. “Don’t you trust me, luv?” he asked.
“No. Absolutely not. You’re evil,” Xander said, struggling to his feet.
“Yeah?” Spike preened. “Thanks.” He pouted. “Are you sure?” he cajoled, holding the cuffs out for Xander to take a closer look.
Xander reached out and took them out of Spike’s hand, holding them as if they might bite. He glanced up at Spike, and he resorted to batting his eyelashes. Xander looked back down at the cuffs in his hand. He played with them, opening and closing them. “I don’t know, Spike,” he said nervously, and then held them back out.
Spike tried to hide his disappointment as he reached out to take them back. Before he could react, Xander snapped one of the cuffs around his wrist. Blue eyes shot up to brown. “Trust me?” Xander challenged, and Spike nearly came. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he panted unnecessary breaths.
“Yesss,” Spike hissed.
Spike lay naked on Xander’s bed, his arms stretched above his head, his wrists cuffed around a slat in the headboard. At his hissed acquiescence, Xander had slowly pulled him into the bedroom, removed the borrowed sweat pants from his body, and spread him out on towels he had placed over the blue cotton sheets.
Xander raised his arms above his head, wrapped the chain around the slat, and closed the cuff over his other wrist. At the click, a jolt of arousal shot to Spike’s groin. Now he watched Xander, still gloriously naked, moving around the room, lighting candles to dispel the darkness caused by having the curtains pulled so no sunlight entered the room. He set one pillar candle on each of the two dressers, and one on the beside table.
When he was done, Xander turned to Spike, candlelight glinting off brown eyes. Xander ran his hand down the bed alongside Spike’s body, close, but not touching. Spike could feel the heat radiating off Xander. He groaned, but refused to beg for the contact he so greatly desired. He still couldn’t believe that Xander had turned the tables on him; that he was stretched out on Xander’s bed, wrists cuffed, naked, at his mercy. Bloody hell! Just the thought was making him harder.
He glanced down at the fluid oozing from the slit in the tip of his swollen cock. Xander, as if he could read his mind, followed his gaze, and then smirked. “Need something, Spike?” he asked, his voice low, deep. Seductive.
Spike stared into the other man’s eyes for a long moment before answering. “Yes,” he hissed again. “Yesss.”
Xander placed one finger at the point where cuff met wrist, and lightly dragged it down Spike’s arm, and then down his side, his hip, his leg. When he reached Spike’s foot, he moved his finger to the inside of his leg, and began to drag it back up his body. Spike was panting and spreading his legs wider before Xander reached the top of his thigh, though he needn’t have bothered, because the other man skipped his finger across his groin without touching him and began to trail a path down the inside of his other leg. Spike groaned his discontent.
After Xander had completely outlined his body, he stood for a moment and looked down at him. Spike was biting his tongue to keep from begging the boy to touch him. Xander placed his thumb at Spike’s mouth. “Lick it,” he said softly.
Spike stuck his tongue out and licked Xander’s thumb, and then watched entranced as Xander slowly moved that thumb to Spike’s nipple, lightly stroking the already hard nub. Spike couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his mouth as heat spread through his body. Xander silently placed his thumb at Spike’s mouth again, and without prompting, Spike wet the digit. Xander applied it to the other nipple, rubbing the nub, and then pinching it, until his barest touch was too much on the sensitive flesh.
Xander knelt on the bed and lowered his lips to Spike’s. He licked his lips, the tender skin on his neck, and then moved his way down Spike’s body, tasting him. Spike closed his eyes and bit his lip at the sensations coursing through him. When Xander reached the tender skin where hip met thigh, he lifted his head and quickly moved back up Spike’s body to latch onto a sensitized nipple. Spike bucked his hips, looking for friction on his aching penis, and Xander pulled away from him.
“Xan...,” Spike complained. Xander ignored him. He picked up the candle from the bedside table and held it carefully in his hands.
“I heard Buffy and Willow talking once,” he said, speaking softly. “About using candles in foreplay. I thought that sounded like something you would enjoy,” Xander said, looking into Spike’s eyes. “Am I right?”
Spike eyed the candle in Xander’s hand with a heated gaze. His boy was certainly full of surprises. Spike looked at Xander, and saw him glance down at the cock jutting from Spike’s body as additional pre-come oozed from the slit to join that already covering the tip and running down the head. “Is that a ‘yes’?” he asked.
“Yes,” Spike replied, and Xander tilted the candle, dripping hot wax onto the inside of his upper arm. Spike hissed. “Yes!”
Xander applied another drop to his stomach, and then one on the tender flesh of his groin where hip met thigh. Spike was writhing with need; fingers gripping the headboard as the sensation of pain/pleasure filled him. His cock was so hard and swollen it hurt; thick, creamy fluid coated his stomach. His boy dripped more wax onto him; his shoulder, beside his navel, his wrist; each drop causing his body to arch as he sought relief for his aching cock. “Please!” Spike cried out when Xander held the candle over his nipple and hesitated.
Xander tilted the candle and hot wax dripped onto one nipple, and then the other in quick succession. Spike screamed as his back bowed, his body stiffened, and his cock erupted over his stomach. Through the haze, Spike saw Xander set the candle back on the table and then lean over him. “You all right?” he asked worriedly.
“Bloody hell, yes, pet,” Spike panted. “Undo me now,” he said, tugging at the cuffs. He wanted to pull Xander down and kiss him, hold him close, wrap his fingers around the hard flesh pressing into his thigh.
“Not yet,” Xander denied him.
“What do you mean, pet?” Spike asked warily, wondering what the boy was up to now as he jerked on the cuffs. He watched Xander kneel between his legs, and then reach out and run his fingers through the come coating his stomach. His touch was light, tickling, and Spike gave a involuntary shiver.
“I mean,” Xander said, studying the thick fluid on his fingers, “I’m not done with you, yet.” He placed his fingers in the cleft between Spike’s buttocks and swirled the cream around his puckered opening. Xander locked eyes with him, and Spike could see that he was nervous, though determined, and aroused. He pulled his legs up, and groaned as Xander breached him with one finger, slowly pushing it all the way in, reaching for his pleasure spot.
“Soddin’ hell!” Spike yelled, his cock jumping as Xander brushed his nub. He stroked it again. “Xander, luv...”
“Want me to stop?” Xander teased.
“No!” Spike yelled. His body went taut, and he screamed again as Xander relentlessly moved his finger back and forth over the swollen gland. He relaxed as Xander eased his finger out of his slicked passage, moaning when he replaced it with two. The fingers inside him were carefully scissored to stretch him, and then the stretching was alternated with gentle nudges against the nub, and Spike started to pant.
“You feel so good, Spike,” Xander said breathlessly. “You’re so tight around my fingers. I love when you scream. Will you scream for me again?”
“Bloody hell, yes!” He needed to come so badly. He’d been in a near-constant state of arousal since he’d woken, and despite his most recent climax, his turgid cock was once again painfully hard. His boy was obviously losing his anxiety over his first time topping another man, and that was another turn-on, not that he needed another. The sight of his boy’s naked body, the sound of his silky voice, and the feel of his fingers in his ass, were enough to fill him with desire.
Xander pulled his fingers out, covered them with more come, and entered him with three. The burn was exquisite. “I’m gonna come!” Spike warned.
“No,” Xander said, closing his fingers around the base of Spike’s cock. “You’re not.”
“Xander!” Spike yelled.
“Tell me, Spike,” Xander said conversationally, as he held back the vampire’s orgasm with one hand, three fingers of the other stretching his hole. “Am I a boy? Would a boy be able to do this for you?” He spread his fingers wide, and then reached in for the nub that sent another shock to Spike’s trapped cock.
“Xander!” Spike hissed, tugging on the cuffs.
“Say it,” Xander insisted.
“You’re a man! Bleedin’ hell, Xander, if you don’t...”
“If I don’t what, Spike?” Xander interrupted, removing his fingers and slicking his cock with the remaining come. “Don’t come,” he commanded, and then released Spike’s cock.
Spike nearly cried out with anticipation when Xander let go of him, pressed the head of his cock against his hole, and then teasingly rubbed it around the pucker. “Now, Xander,” he begged.
Spike watched Xander biting his bottom lip as he concentrated on sliding his cock into his ass. “Just push, Xan, push,” Spike gasped. “Need to feel you.”
Xander grabbed his hips and pushed. His eyes rolled back as the head of his cock breached Spike’s hole. “Oh, Spike,” he groaned in wonder. “That feels amazing.”
Spike couldn’t help grinning at him. “That it does, luv. Keep going.” He watched Xander’s face as he slowly shoved his cock all the way into him until he felt the coarse hairs tickling his ass. “That’s it, pet,” Spike said, running his foot over Xander’s bare ass. “Go ahead and move.”
Xander pulled out, and then pushed back in. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“More,” Spike moaned.
Xander moved his hips, pumping into Spike’s ass. He looked into Spike’s eyes. “How do I...?
“Change the angle a bit, luv,” Spike managed to get out.
Xander’s brow creased in concentration as he changed the angle of his thrusts, and Spike wanted to pull him down and kiss him. And then he couldn’t think, because Xander found the right angle.
“Did I get it?” he asked excitedly, hitting it again. Spike’s reaction seemed to fuel his own, and his thrusts sped up.
“Xander, Xan, pet,” Spike was babbling.
“Fuck, Spike, you feel fantastic. I’m gonna come, Spike. Want you to come. Please, Spike, come for me.”
“Xannnderrr!” Spike roared as his body exploded with the orgasm. Moments later, Xander’s fingers tightened on his hips and warm fluid filled his ass as Xander came. Spike’s eyes opened in time to see Xander’s body shaking with the strength of his climax. When he was empty, his body seemed to melt, and he fell forward onto Spike, nuzzling his face into Spike’s neck.
“Spike,” he groaned.
“Undo me, luv,” Spike reminded him.
“Oh, yeah,” Xander said, looking up at the cuffs. He reached up and found the latch that unhooked the cuffs and flicked it without moving off Spike.
As soon as he was freed, Spike brought his arms down and wrapped them around Xander’s warm and sweaty body. His breath was now deep and even as he drifted towards sleep. “That was amazing, Xander,” he whispered, running one hand through his dark hair.
“Really?” Xander asked anxiously. “I mean, I’ve never...”
“Amazing, Xander,” Spike assured him, turning his head to breathe in Xander’s scent. “You’re beautiful. My beautiful boy.”
“Asshole,” Xander whispered, and Spike grinned.
“Don’t worry, luv, you fucked me like a man,” Spike said huskily. “But you’re still my beautiful boy.”
Xander growled against his neck, making Spike shudder, even as he wondered how he now found himself in this position.
“Sleep for a bit,” he said. “I’ll wake you when the sun goes down.”
“Why?” Xander moaned.
“I realize you don’t know why she called, but I presume the Slayer was requesting the pleasure of your presence this evening?” Spike reminded him of the call.
“Oh...crap,” Xander groaned. “You’ll go with me?” he asked sleepily.
“Wouldn’t miss it, luv,” Spike said, smirking.
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