Getting Bent 
by Wren 

As Anya stomped down the sidewalk, she hefted her
bag higher on her shoulder. If she still had her
power center, Xander would be wishing she had just
stopped with troll. She was thinking warty troll,
warty slimy troll, she clarified. One that every one
would pick on. 

Then she saw a flash of pale blond hair and stopped
her inner tirade. 

"Spike, you shit. Get your ass out here. Now," she
yelled. 

She watched as Spike stepped out from behind the
tree. 

"You made my boyfriend gay," she accused.

"Wot?" he exclaimed and stepped closer. "What are
you goin' on about?" 

"You made Xander think about you while giving me
orgasms," she said again.

Spikes eyes narrowed. 

"What kinda game are you playin Anyanka?" he asked
using her full name because he knew it would piss
her off. 

"Oh forget it. Go on in have at him. I hope you two
are happy," she waved back the way she had come.
Then she stormed off, leaving a stunned Spike in her
wake. 

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'Well... did get an invitation. Didn't I.' Spike
thought as he strolled into the unlit living room. 
'Whelp's got good taste,' he noted as he looked
around the tastefully decorated room, then he
snorted. 'Nah, gotta have been the demon chit. Or
Red. 

As he sat on the sofa, he thought about what Anya
had said. 'So the whelps been thinkin' about me
huh!' His grin was evil. 'Well, lets see. He must've
called her by my name.' He couldn't resist the urge
to laugh, but quickly suppressed it as he heard
movement from the other room. 'Don't want him to get
out of bed yet. Need to think about this a little
more! 

'I'm thinkin' of just crawlin' in bed and shaggin'
him to the mattress and deal with the consequences
later.' 

He was just about to get up when a thought hit him.
The chip, the damn chip wouldn't let him take the
boy if it was his first time. They'd figure that one
out later. So he'd play bottom, wouldn't be the
first time, nor the last he hoped. 

As he entered the semi dark bed room his breath
caught in his throat. 'Good thing I don't need to
breathe.' His boy would take it away. The sight of a
naked Xander all tousled in sleep with his mouth
open was stunning. The sheet was tangled with well
muscled legs. One arm thrown over his head, the
other curled up under one of the many pillows.
Simply stunning. All dark against the clean white
sheets. 

He knew, from the time he'd spent in the dank
basement that Xander was especially appealing in
sleep. But this naked abandon, he had never seen
before. Seemed like the boy never relaxed in his
families house, not like this. 

Spike swallowed hard. He started massaging his rigid
flesh through his jeans. Groaning when the object of
his fantasy rolled onto his side exposing his firm
backside. 

Finally he made his decision. He quickly stripped
his clothes off and climbed in bed behind Xan.
Snuggling in, and spooning the younger man. He
reached around and began massaging the soft penis.
As Spike heard Xander's heart beat quicken, and felt
the flesh in his hand grow hard he changed his
tactics. 

Xander was having a great dream. He was dreaming
that Spike was making love to him. He could
practically feel the cool body against his. 
Spike nudged Xander back onto his back and started
trailing kissed all over his neck and chest. His
hand never stopped pumping hard flesh. His other
hand opened the lube. He prepared himself quickly,
releasing Xander only long enough to climb on top of
his sleeping form. As he lowered himself onto
Xander, setting the man into him deeply, Xander's
eyes flew open.

Xander knew he was dreaming. He was in heaven, Spike
was riding him, slowly. His hands were on slim pale
hips trying to urge him faster, but Spike was in
control. 

This was different from his other sexual encounters,
in that he wasn't thinking of someone else. For
once, he was getting exactly what he wanted. No
guilt, no one telling him to do it this way or that
way. 

Spike's body was cool and oh so tight. The weight of
the other man pressed him into the mattress as he
leaned forward and trailed kisses over his throat.
He felt something inside the vampire brush against
him and heard a low growl. The feeling of those
muscles clenching and releasing him was quickly
making him lose control. 

Spike broke his rhythm and quickened his pace,
rubbing his own throbbing cock against Xander's
belly. 

Spike came first with a howl, followed by Xander's
gasping moan. Both men promptly passed out. Xander
still buried in Spike's body.