Pocket
Fuzz
"Bloody
hell!"
"What
now, Fangless?"
"There's
lint in my bloody pockets."
"So?
There's always pocket fuzz. It's a part of life."
"Well,
it's all mixed up in my dosh."
"Who
cares? Just take all your clothes off. Then you won't have to worry about pocket fuzz."
"Good
idea. You're not as stupid as you seem."
"Or
maybe I just wanted to see you naked again."
"Ta,
Pet."
Return
of the Pocket Fuzz
"Hey,
Pet."
"What?"
"You
have pocket fuzz, too."
"So
I do. I guess I better take my clothes off."
"Let
me help."
"Why
thank you, Spike."
"Now
we're both naked. What do you want to do, pet?"
"I
don't know. But at least there's no pocket fuzz."
Revenge
of the Pocket Fuzz
"Spike..."
"What,
pet?"
"I
have belly button lint."
"Oh,
you need sex."
"I
do?"
"Yep,
it's the only cure for pocket fuzz."
"But,
it's my belly button."
"It
migrates. Now c'mere."
Xander
obliged, allowing Spike to draw him into a deep,
wet kiss.
Spike
slid his hands down Xander's sides, stopping at his hips.
"What?"
moaned Xander, breaking the kiss. "Why'd you stop?"
"I
thought you had lint."
"I
lied. Now kiss me."
"Oh,
no," Spike said, pulling away from the very aroused, extremely naked younfg man. "You have to be punished now.
"No,
I was..." Xander started to protest before noticing the glint in the cerulean blue eyes. "Yes,
I've
been bad, very bad. I never even had pocket fuzz."
"Tsk,
tsk, pet. Whatever shall I do with you?"
"Tie
me up?" asked Xander, his pupils dialating.
"Oh,
no. That won't do at all."
"Why
not?"
Spike
stared into chocolate brown eyes for a second, then shrugged, a naked, interesting shrug.
"I
dunno, pet. Guess I will tie you up then." Spike strolled over to the 'toy box' and pulled out a length of satin rope and a pair of handcuffs. "Get on the bed."
"Yes,
sir!" Xander jumped for the bed and lay down on his stomach.
"Uh
uh, turn around, pet. Wanna see you tonight."
Xander
obliged, then placed his hands over his head and
spread his legs a bit.
Spike
smirked at the human. "I almost think you don't need the restraints, luv."
"But
I do!"
Spike
walked over and handcuffed Xander's wrists to the headboard, using the special notch Xander had made especially for this purpose.
Then
Spike brandished the length of satin. "Open up, pet."
"But
Spike... mrph..."
"Did
I say I was gonna put the rope in your mouth, luv?" asked Spike as Xander started licking and sucking on the vampire's hard length.
Spike
moaned slightly as Xander did amazing things with
his tongue.
Then
he moved away from Xander.
Xander
whimpered at the loss of his treat.
"Shhh,
pet." Spike bent over the restrained man and started trailing the length of satin over Xander's chest.
"Spiiike!"
"Hmmm?"
Spike didn't take any attention away from his task as he slid the rope over Xander's nipples.
"Stop!
Not fair!" moaned the dark-haired man.
"Oh,
but this is punishment, luv." Spike winked at Xander and coiled the rope loosely at the base of the human's cock.
Xander
was writhing continuously and moaning. "Spike..."
"What
pet?" asked Spike, trailing his fingers lightly over the pebbled nubs of Xander's nipples.
"It
was, oh god," gasped Xander. "It was a little lie."
"Oh."
Spike tugged on one end of the rope, causing the satin to rub against Xander's erection.
"Oh,
God! Spiike!"
"What,
luv? Do you need something?" asked Spike, grinning maevolently.
"Please,
do something, anything...."
"I
am doing something, pet."
"Don't
tease!" whimpered Xander, as Spike moved the satin again.
"Well,
what should I do?"
"Fuck
me! Please!"
Spike
got off the bed and wandered over to the nightstand.
He grabbed a tube of lube and the polaroid camera.
Xander
was writhing on the bed, waiting for Spike. Suddenly he heard
several clicks. "What? Spiiiiike! You promised!
"Sorry,
pet. I won't mail them to your brother this time."
"Just
get over here and fuck me! I don't care if you DO send them to Wes, just fuck me now!"
Spike
sauntered over to the bed. "So demanding."
Spike
reached over and slid the satin rope away from Xander's body slowly, taking several minutes to completely remove it.
"God,
Spike! Uhng!"
"Did
you like that? Want to do it again?"
"No!
Yes! No!"
Spike
got back on the bed and straddled Xander's hips. "I have a good idea, pet."
Xander
whimpered and bucked his hips.
"How
about I don't fuck you?"
"No..."
"And
you fuck me instead."
Spike
opened the lube and slicked up Xander's
throbbing
erection.
Then
he carefully raised himself so that the head of Xander's cock rested against his opening.
"But...
you're not prepared," gasped Xander.
"Am
so, pet. Did it earlier, before I so conveniently found pocket fuzz."
"Oh.
Oooo," moaned Xander as Spike lowered himself slowly onto Xander's shaft.
Spike
started moving up and down slowly, picking up the pace as he adjusted to the size of Xander's cock.
Once
Spike settled on a pace, Xander began bucking into every thrust.
The
two men moaned and thrashed as Spike rode Xander hard and fast.
Xander
screamed as he came in Spike's tight channel. Spike leaned forward,
biting into Xander's neck and drinking as he
climaxed. Spike collapsed onto
Xander, who was panting heavily.
"Spike?"
"Hmmm?"
Spike nuzzled the bite mark.
"Can
we do that again? And will you wear the hat this time?"
The
End
