Rules

(Characters: Not mine, Joss' - I'm just playin' with 'em
Written For Japeweird who asked for season 2 Spander)

Graceful like a panther. Faster than a locomotive. Sexier than Captain Picard.

The world fell away, and Xander found the wind knocked out of him, and a hard edge biting into his thigh. Damnitall... he wasn’t any of those things! He pushed his clumsy ass up and looked around. At least it was night and there was no one to see him trip on the stairs.

He sat down on the bleacher and scooted until he was near the center of the aisle. Boy the moon sure looked big... and very ringy... Blinking, he found that the rings around the moon disappeared. Okay... what had been in those Jamaican brownies? He’d bought a couple at the fund-raising bake sale and bam.... day had turned into night, and here he was, skulking on the bleachers and looking down at the empty field.

And teary...why was he getting all teary? Everything was fine. Everything was good. He had friends... lots of them. And Buffy was starting to notice him. NOT. Well not in THAT way, at least.

“What’s wrong with me. I’m a guy too...” he complained.

“So bloody pathetic.”

The words were like the crack of a whip in the silent night. Xander blinked and focused. Slender body, clad in black, shocking blond hair... a bit out of time, ‘cause like the punk look was so yesterday and.... wait, it’s Spike! Before he could get agitated, he noticed the vampire swaying.

“Hey... you’re drunk!”

“Am not.”

Xander re-focused, this time on the bottle of whiskey in the vampire’s hand. For a moment, he was mesmerized by the black nails and silver rings. “Are too. Didn’t think vampires could get drunk.”

“Didn’t think there was a human dumb enough to argue with a vampire.” Spike sat down, stretched his legs over the front bleachers, and took a swig. The last of so many, he’d lost count of the bottles.

Faster than a speeding bullet. Oh yeah, that’s what it was... and he could stake the blond if he wanted. Only right now, he wasn’t motivated to dust anything. “Dumb... yeah...”

Spike turned his head. “Maybe not... did agree with me. Good move.”

“Huh?”

The boy’s mouth was turned down at the corners, and he looked uncharacteristically downcast. He really should eat him and put him out of his misery. Except.... misery loved company.

“So, what’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Nuthin. Well, everything. SHE doesn’t see me, I mean she sees me, but kinda like a girlfriend, not like a man. I am a man, I am a man, I am a...”

“Bloody high is what you are.” Spike took another long drink from the bottle.

“Nope, I’m a man.”

Spike had the feeling that no matter how much he drank, he wouldn’t get over the fact that the slayers slayer had been beaten by a bunch of teenagers and a middle-aged slayer’s-mum. Beaten... tossed out of the school. A failure.

“Here... I think you need this more than me,” he said, offering the bottle. Not like he’d be losing anything... he could drain the boy and get it all back with interest.

“Uh uh,” Xander waved his hands in a frantic “no” motion. “Under age... there are rules, you know. Gotta follow the rules... like little white lines on the road...”

A sharp jab on his shoulder had him turning to the vampire. “What?!?”

“I said who is this she? Not that I care...”

“Buffy, not that you care.”

“Fucking slayer!”

“Well... I mean... I’d settle for a kiss... I mean... that eventually but....”

“No you git, you’re lusting after her. That little bitty thing couldn’t satisfy a gnome let alone...”

“I’ll take my chances. It’s not like the girls are circling around me. My birthday’s in two weeks. One kiss from Buffy and I’d...”

Spike snapped his fingers several times, irritated by that dreamy look in the boy’s already dilated pupils. Even more irritated that he couldn’t get his attention back. “If it’s a kiss you’re wanting, I’ll show you a kiss.”

The bottle fell to the ground and shattered. The sound started to bring Xander out of his stupor, but Spike moved quickly.

One second Xander was complaining about anti-littering rules, and the next, he found himself enveloped, bound in place and prevented from moving an inch. Wide eyed, he looked down at the blond. Before his mouth could form a question, he was jerked forward against the vampire’s chest.

Xander’s heart started pounding. Fear. It even pierced his hazy mind. Death, is that what he saw in those eyes? He’d have thought they’d be cold, but they were hot, and piercing, like a laser... so focused... so demanding. “Wha...”

“Give it up mate, you know you want to.” Spike’s mouth covered his.

Confusion warred with fear. Then sensations, so odd... so wrong. A wet stroke of a tongue over the seam of his lips. Suddenly more pressure, firm lips slanting back and forth, bruising him. Xander shook his head, tried to push away, but Spike was an immovable force.

“No...” he started to protest, giving Spike the opportunity to invade the inside of his mouth. Oh God... that tongue... the way it was stroking back and forth... the way it sent shivers through his body was wrong. The way Xander was responding, chasing it with his own, the way his body was starting to hum... it was all wrong. He whimpered a plea for normalcy.

And yet it was his tongue sliding over sharp incisors... his tongue tasting whiskey ... his tongue swirling around Spike’s. Just when he got used to it, things changed. Spike’s mouth left his and ghosted down his chin, and to his throat. He felt a sting... the vampire’s incisor’s scraping along his delicate skin, then lapping at him.

Xander’s heart pounded against his ribs. This was it. Spike had already drawn blood, now he was going to tear into him. But why wasn’t he?

“Taste so innocent...”

“What–“ Xander choked as the vampire’s hand clamped around his throat, his thumb pressed on his throbbing pulse point... as if he was getting some pleasure out of it. As he swallowed and tried to breath, Spike swooped down again, taking his mouth, fucking it with sharp stabs of his tongue and forcing him slowly onto his back. With the bench under his head, there was nowhere to go... nothing to do but accept the relentless onslaught.

He almost didn’t notice as the vampire shifted him around. Now his legs were on the bleacher as well, straight as a board. Spike rose, threw his leg over Xander and straddled him.

“Spi... I...” The predatory gleam in the vampire’s gaze and his own sense of self-preservation kicked in and he went still. Afraid. In a vulnerable position where he could hardly move. And yet... his mouth still throbbed, his mind burned with the memory of the things Spike’s tongue could do.

“You want it... say it.”

Xander licked his lips. “I... yes... kiss me again.”

“I-want-it,” Spike raised one finger up with each word he spoke.

“I... want... it,” he didn’t care what the vamp meant, he just wanted to be kissed again, to forget everything else.

Spike sat down on him. The shock of the other man’s groin against his own caused Xander to jerk up, but there was nowhere to go. And, once Spike’s mouth latched onto his, all thoughts fled.

The kiss was hard, brutal and satisfying. Xander squirmed and put his arms around Spike, pulling him down. A hard male chest pressed up against him, and something bit into his side... the chain that hung from the pocket of Spikes black vest. As he tried to find a more comfortable position, he arched up. A jolt of red hot heat went through him as the motion connected their bodies for a split second.

And the vampire wasn’t a bit slow on the uptake. His hand slipped between their bodies, and went straight for the growing bulge in Xander’s pants. Xander arched up again, and again, groaning into Spike’s mouth, writhing helplessly as he was alternately squeezed into a mindless state, and tongue fucked like there was no tomorrow.

It went on and on, it felt like hours... kissing, moving against Spike’s hand, sometimes getting satisfaction, sometimes wanting to scream in frustration, his breath ragged, his motions desperate as he clung to the vampire, falling under his experienced spell.

“Right... my turn,” Spike lowered over Xander again.

“Oh God...” Xander moved his hips, trying to rub up against Spike’s rock hard arousal. Delirious with need, he started to beg... beg for something ... beg for Spike to take the ache away.

“Not the first time I’ve been called that.”

Too far gone, Xander didn’t understand what the vampire said. All he knew was he needed some relief, that he was going to explode if he didn’t get it. He struggled, fought to get closer to Spike, even managed to get one of his legs off the bench and throw it over Spike’s thigh. Every time Spike thrust, his powerful thigh moved Xander’s leg back, bringing their cocks into harder contact. “Oh yeah... never felt like... Oh God please....”

Spike came to a sudden stop, grinning down at him. Xander knew he must look desperate... he was desperate, trying to rub up against the vampire but now only hitting air. He was so close... so hard... he was gonna cry, “Spike...”

“You’re under age, mate. Rules.”

“What... what rule....” Finding himself completely alone, Xander groaned out loud. He was sore all over, but mostly his dick still hurt. This gave ‘blue balls’ a new meaning. No way he could stay like this... it wasn’t even a question.

He unzipped, shoved his hand inside his pants and closed his eyes, visualizing Spike over him as he tugged, moving his hand faster and faster, thinking about how good it felt to be fucked into the bleacher. One last stroke, and he came hard ... spurting over the bleachers below.

Simultaneously, he heard a groan... not his. Spike’s! He looked down... the sound had come from under the bleachers, but it was too dark to see.

“Right... I’ll see you on your birthday then, when you’re all legal-like and won’t be breaking rules. Make sure to drink lots of orange juice... makes the blood that much the sweeter.”

“Okay...” Xander rubbed his eyes and yawned. The words penetrated. “Oh shit.... vampire... me.... coming back!” He peered at the sun slowly rising on the horizon. “Oh shit...shit...shit! I’m dead like a roadrunner!”


* * * The End * * *

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