Caught

Title: Caught
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S
Spoilers: None really, just another PWP, takes place after Hells Bells
though because I wanted Xander in his new apartment, not the
base.
.

Summary: Spike catches Xander unawares.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him!
Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will
eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update
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Oh god, he was so hard! Xander grasped himself roughly, jerking on
his aching cock. He groaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with
the pleasure his callused hands provided. It felt like he'd been a
walking hard-on for days now. Every time he closed his eyes he
pictured the same thing. The same body. He slumped further in his
seat, laying his head onto the back of the comfortable sofa, his eyes
closed while he ran through the fantasy in his mind.

He could picture the scene perfectly. He'd walk into his apartment,
weary after a long day at the site. The room would be dark, darker
than it should have been. Glancing up he'd see the curtains had
been drawn, and the fading sunlight had been blocked out. Tilting his
head he'd walk over toward the windows, intent on re-opening the
drapes, when he'd hear a small rustling sound to his right. Turning
he'd see him there. Spike.

Xander sped up the rhythm of his hand, moaning slightly as he
engrossed himself in his dream lover. Dribbles of precum oozed from
his tip as he continued his ministrations. The salty liquid easing the
shallow thrusts his hips made into the tight tunnel his fingers had
created.

In his mind, the fantasy played on. Xander would walk toward the
couch, the pale smooth skin of his lover gleaming in the darkness
pervading the room. His fingers would itch to touch, exploring every
silky expanse available. The vampire would be lounging naked, legs
spread, hands rubbing leisurely over his hardened cock. Xander
ow
own cock would be hard and pressing against the crotch of his tight
jeans by now.

Xander's mouth would begin to water the closer he got to his prize,
his eyes riveted to the smooth pillar of flesh jutting out from between
Spike's muscled thighs. Dropping to his knees, he'd push Spike's
hands away, blushing slightly at the vampire's wry chuckle, but intent
on his goal. Slowly he'd lick his lips, bringing them down to encase
just the head. His tongue snaking out briefly to dip into the slit,lrealready oozing fluid.

Spike would groan and thrust into Xander's hot mouth, begging for
more. Xander could almost hear the growl the vampire would emit,
and feel Spike's cool hands grabbing his head and pushing down.
Trying to force as much flesh into Xander's willing mouth as possible.

Breaking away from the fantasy for a moment, Xander allowed one
hand to wander up to his chest, while the other dropped down to his
balls. He pinched at his distended nipples, wanting to feel the slight
burn of pain. His other hand kneading and massaging his sac.

"Oh, fuck!" The harsh whisper escaped Xander's lips. Wanting to
end his own torment, Xander grasped himself with both hands and
turned his mind back to fantasy Spike.

Back in the fantasy, Xander was no longer fellating Spike. Now,
Spike had gotten impatient and pushed the boy off him, and onto his
back. Xander could almost feel the slight rug burn from the carpet
beneath him. Spike's fingers circled Xander's quivering hole, while
Xander held his breath.

In reality, Xander's own finger was circling that same quivering hole.
The tip of his middle finger dipping past the ring ever so slowly.

By now fantasy Spike had two fingers rubbing up and down his slick
channel. Xander's hips were bucking, trying to impale themselves on
Spike's cool digits. Finally, Xander sobbed with relief, as Spike began
to push the head of his penis past the ring of tight muscle.

As Xander's imaginary lover penetrated his body, the finger that had
been playing around his opening plunged in and pressed hard against
his prostrate. Xander cried out, "Spike!" and came hard. His dick
spurting cum onto his exposed thighs and bits of the carpet in front of
the couch as well.

Xander was still reeling from his orgasm, when he felt a cool hand
press down on his overheated thigh. His eyes flew open and he
reared back when he saw the object of his fantasy smirking down at
him. "S-s-spike?" He asked, voice squeaking. Had Spike just caught
him masturbating while thinking of the bleached wonder? Fuck! He
tried to pull away, but the vampire would have none of it.

"Hello, pet." The hand that had been pressing lightly on Xander's
thigh moved. He watched in fascination as Spike dipped one long
slender finger into Xander's spent cum, and then brought that finger
to his lips. "Dropped by for a little snack." The vampire stated just
before sucking that lone finger in and licking Xander's juices off.
"Didn't know you'd have such a nummy treat for me."

In fact, Spike hadn't known Xander would be home at all. He'd
thought the boy would be at the magic box, which is why he'd come
by, hoping to make off with some of Xander's Jack, or at the very
least find something in the whelp's bloody apartment he could pawn
off to Willy. Instead he'd found him hard, horny, and apparently
wanking off to thoughts of the Big Bad himself.

He smirked when he noticed Xander's spent cock twitching, while he
licked up and down his wet finger. Good. He wanted the boy hard
and ready again. Spike's own cock had risen the moment he'd
entered the apartment and heard the whelp moaning. He'd almost
cum when he walked into the living room and saw the state the boy
was in.

"Thinking of me, luv?" Spike asked, as he let his fingers drift down to
Xander's lengthening penis.

Xander jumped at the feel of foreign fingers along his sensitive flesh.
"W-what are you doing?"

"Only what you want me to do, luv." Spike answered, shrugging out
of his duster. He knelt on the floor before Xander, and took the soft
cock into his mouth. Just for the thrill, he vamped out and let his
fangs graze along the sides of Xander's dick, making the boy jump.

"Spike!" Xander cried, trying to pull away. But instead of breaking
free, Xander was embarrassed to find himself hardening even faster.
Did he like the idea of being with a vampire? Or was it just being with
Spike?

Xander moaned when he glanced down and saw that while Spike
was busy swallowing Xander down, his hands had opened up the
tight jeans he wore and taken his own hard cock out. Spike was
hard? For him? The sight undid him, and Xander found himself
reaching for the vampire to pull him off his erection. When Spike
finally complied, Xander pulled him onto the couch where he could
crush their lips together.

"Fuck, Spike! I've been wanting this forever." He breathed out
between kisses.

"Yeah, luv?" Spike asked, brown raised in a sardonic question.
"You've been hot for me? Wanting me to fuck you? Wanting to fuck
me?"
od, od, yes!" Xander cried, thrusting his hips forward.

"Since when?" Spike asked, pushing at his jeans and pulling off his
shirt until they were both pressed together naked.

"I don't know." Xander answered, eyes closed as Spike explored his
body with cool lips. "Since that day at the school when deadboy
offered me to you?"

Spike pulled back and studied the panting boy. "So, you want to be
mine? You like the idea of belonging to me?"

Xander didn't reply, but his groan and the dribble of precum that
oozed from his cock head were answer enough.

Spike snarled and pounced on Xander. He pushed and manipulated
the boy until he was on his knees, legs spread, and head hung low.
"You're mine boy!" Spike growled low, his arm banding around
Xander and pulling him close.

"Yessss." Xander hissed in reply. Spreading his legs further he
wiggled his ass in invitation. "I'm yours."

Xander almost cried at the first touch of Spike's finger against him.
His hole was already stretched from his earlier finger play, but Spike
wanted to be sure it was wide enough to take him. So he pressed in
with first one, then two, then three fingers, scissoring them wide. He
purposely kept from brushing against Xander's prostate wanting to
force the boy to wait. He didn't want anything but his own hard cock
pressing against Xander's sensitive nub.

"Say it again!" Spike demanded.

"Yours." Xander sobbed out, wanting to cum so badly.

"Again!" Spike cried out as he readied himself positioning his cock at
Xander's stretched opening.

Xander hurt all over, every muscle tensed and waiting. He tried to
push back onto Spike's probing dick, but was rebuffed. Instead Spike
pressed the smooth head along his crack, driving him wild with each
pass over his puckered hole.

"Yours!" What else did Spike want to hear? He'd say anything, donythnything to have Spike's hard cock impaling him. "Yours, master,
yours!"

And then Spike was ramming into him. At first the breach was painful
and searing, but the moment he felt cool flesh press against his
prostrate Xander forgot everything else. He pushed back, humping
himself against Spike as much as possible. He wanted to have as
much of Spike inside him as he could, and he cried out as much with
each thrust.

"Yes, Spike, yes! Harder. Go deeper. Fuck!"

"What did you call me whelp?" Spike asked as he thrust himself
deeper.

"Master!" Xander cried as he felt his orgasm tightening in his balls.
His sac drew up and he felt the first jettison of sperm launch from his
cock.

Spike let loose his own orgasm when he felt Xander contract around
his dick. The boy practically milked the cum out of him, until they
were both spent. They collapsed together on the sofa, breathing
harshly. The room was silent while they regained their senses.

In the silence Xander blurted, "I can't believe you caught me doing
that!" While a red flush spread across his face and neck.

Spike smirked at his boy's bashfullness after what they'd just done
together. "That's right boy. I caught you. And now you're mine."

"Yes, master." Xander answered, eyes already dilated with
remembered and renewed desire.