Work Sucks 
by Kayla 

This was such a crappy job. 

Xander knew crappy jobs. Hell, he was the resident *expert* on crappy jobs, 
having held practically every one imaginable. 

And *this* was a *crappy* job. 

He was trying. Xander was trying *very* hard not to lose his cool. To stay 
calm, collected. Suave. 

He felt his eye twitch as yet another customer proceeded to prove that she 
had very little in the way of either brains or common sense. 

God, this was such a crappy job... 

Xander very purposely moved his hand further away from the letter opener. 
Best to avoid the temptation, no? 

His eyes glazed over as the woman's high-pitched, nasal voice continued to 
drone on... 

//Mmmm...Spike... Yeah, let's go think about our favorite subject, instead. 
So much more fun...// 


The door chimed as it opened, admitting the lean, leather-clad form of his 
lover. Xander immediately perked up. "Spike..." he growled in a husky voice. 

"Fancy meetin' you here, pet. Fancy a spot of violence?" 

Xander grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Like what?" 

"Well..." Spike glanced meaningfully at the woman who was *still* nattering 
on . "You could start with her. Lemme see what you've picked up from my bad 
influence." 

"Yeah?" He flicked a glance toward the letter opener, somewhat surprised to 
see that it had been replaced by a gleaming, long-bladed knife. 

"C'mon pet, you know you wanna." Spike draped himself over the counter, 
invading Xander's personal space. Not that this was something Xander minded. 

His fingers itched to curl around the knife, and he slowly let them inch 
forward. Knife firmly in his grasp, he tilted his head to meet sparkling 
blue eyes that were fairly brimming with mischief. "You...wanna help?" 

"Oh no, pet. Don't let me get in your way. This time is for *you*." Spike 
snaked a hand out, grabbing Xander by the back of the neck and dragging him 
in for a deep, possessive kiss. 

Xander whimpered when those cool lips finally released his own, and he let 
his tongue dart out to capture any lingering traces of Spike's taste. He 
smiled somewhat dazedly, then shook himself. Still holding the knife, he 
calmly walked out from behind the counter. 

The woman rambled on, oblivious to her impending fate. Until, of course, 
Xander waved the knife in front of her face, watching as the blade caught the 
light. She gasped in horror, backing up sharply. But Spike had managed to 
move behind her in a maneuver that Xander didn't fully comprehend nor try to 
analyze. It was enough that the vampire's hands clamped down almost gently 
on the woman's arms, preventing her from escaping. 

"Scream for him, luv," Spike whispered in her ear. "Scream pretty, now." 

And she did. As the knife bit into the flesh of her arms, just above where 
Spike's pale hands held their grip. As the blood trickled out over the 
pristine blade, staining it a deep crimson. As it carefully cut a path up 
her arms to her shoulders, over her collarbone, then down her chest. As the 
garish pattern of her blouse was obliterated by the blood that welled up and 
dyed it, she screamed loud and long. 

Xander laughed cruelly, letting the knife dig in deeper, sending the woman 
into a flurry of panic, legs kicking up as she struggled in Spike's grasp. 
Snarling, Xander plunged a hand into her oh-so-perfect hair and wrenched her 
head back. "I really, *really* can't stand people like you," he hissed, 
teeth bared. 

Spike watched proudly as Xander laid the edge of the knife carefully against 
the fragile skin of the woman's neck. "Beg," he suggested in a voice thick 
with humor. "Beg, and he might let you live." 

And she did. Begged and pleaded with everything she had. Tears streaming 
down her cheeks as she tried unsuccessfully to flinch away from the deadly 
weapon. 

Xander tilted his head as he listened to her pleas, waiting patiently until 
they had degenerated into a desperate babbling. Then he smiled. "Sorry," he 
whispered. "But then again, not really." He slashed quickly, the blade 
slicing easily through flesh, parting skin and cutting deep into arteries 
that immediately began to spew their rich contents. 

Spike released the woman, who fell limply to the floor, her life spurting out 
to form a bright pool under her. "Oh pet, that was...beautiful," he 
breathed, lust coloring his voice. 

"You think?" Xander lifted the blood-coated blade, and his tongue snuck out 
to lick delicately at a drop of blood running down his wrist. 

"Oh yeah." Spike jumped, knocking Xander to the floor. He loomed over the 
man, eyes flashing yellow with barely-restrained passion. 

Xander groaned, bucking up. Clothes disappeared as if by magic, and cool 
flesh was pressed insistently up against his, seeking, demanding. His legs 
were lifted, parted, bent to his chest. One finger -- no, two...three? -- 
pressed inside him, staking their claim on his willing body. He wailed as 
they vanished, quickly replaced by something larger, more forceful. 

Spike thrust hard into Xander, letting out an involuntary gasp as he was 
enveloped by silky heat. He gave up all pretense of control, pounding hard 
and deep into Xander as the human writhed and squirmed under him, canting his 
hips up in a silent plea for more. 

Xander's hands scrabbled for purchase on the floor sticky with drying blood. 
He gave up, finally resting them on Spike's arms as the vampire fucked him 
forcefully, his cock plunging in and out with ruthless abandon, raking over 
his prostate with unerring accuracy. 

Then Xander came, semen pulsing from his cock to splatter over his stomach 
and chest. And still he was being taken. Used. Fucked brainless. Well 
hell, would anyone notice the difference? 

God, Xander's body was so tight around him, muscles rippling and quivering 
around him as if trying to wring his own orgasm from him. And they 
succeeded. With a howl, Spike released his seed inside of Xander, pressing 
himself as close as possible to the hot, sweaty body of his lover, never 
wanting to leave this wonderful place. 

Gasping, Xander struggled to lift his head, peering through heavy lids up at 
the vampire who had collapsed on top of him. "Spike...god, I love you." 

Spike let out a tired bark of laughter. "Aw Xanpet, I lov--" 


"Excuse me. *Excuse me!* Young man, are you listening to me!?" 

Xander jerked his head up, blinking furiously, a blush stealing over his 
cheeks. Confused, he stared blankly at the obviously irate woman, who 
proceeded to launch into an even higher-pitched tirade than before. 

He sighed. This was *such* a crappy job... 



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