Protective Custody (1/20)COMPLETE

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Xander laughed and followed Spike's instructions, eye dropping to eye the blond's crotch. I know you want it. One hand dropped to cover his own cock, cupping it through the jeans, the other slowly trailed up and down his chest.

"Want this off too, Spike?"

Mesmerized, Spike just stared for a few heart beats. Eventually, he put his hands out and stroked Xander's moving thighs. At the feel of muscles sliding and rippling under his palms, need slammed into him so hard he barely stopped himself from pulling Xander down on him. The strain in his pants only grew worse when Xander smiled and started unzipping his jeans.

Dragging in a much needed breath, Spike stood up and walked behind Xander. Hands on the boy's swaying hips, he plastered himself up against his back, and moved to the beat. Over the boy's shoulder, the tantalizing view of Xander's undone jeans made Spike's hands itch to pull the jeans down lower. Groaning softly, instead, he lowered his head and kissed Xander's neck. Licking lightly and sucking, taking in the boy's scent. No matter how much he wanted the moment to last, he knew it wouldn't... because he couldn't wait that long.

Xander tilted his head, allowing Spike greater access. He pressed his ass against Spike's crotch, circling his hips so that it brushed against the blond over and over again.

"Want more Spike? All you have to do is say what you want." He murmured, all nervousness gone in his determination to give Spike what he needed.

Each grazing touch had Spike straining to get closer. "You. Just you," he whispered against Xander's throat. Closing his eyes, Spike fought for control. There would be no mauling of the boy this first time. Liar. Touching... there could be touching. And then there was. Dancing, groping, feeling. Spike's hands freely roamed
over Xander, over all of him. Long and languid brushes against his thighs. Heated strokes trailing across his bare chest. Furtive touches against the clearly visible hard-on. Spike reached over and cupped Xander's face, forcing him to turn to the side. That mouth. It was his now.

He nipped Xander's lower lip, before kissing him better. Hot and furious, his tongue stabbed inside Xander's mouth, stroking and swirling. As the demands of his body grew, Spike turned Xander around without breaking the kiss. Now facing him, he inserted his leg between the guy's thighs, swaying, and dancing, and rubbing against him, as his kisses deepened and grew fiercer. The boy's ragged breaths only fanned the fires of his desire. So much desire, pent up for too long.
Xander's heart danced at Spike's words. Just him, only him.

"You have me." He smiled and leaned down for another kiss, his hands pushing Spike's t-shirt out of his way, eager to touch him. He concentrated on Spike's lips, the way they brushed against his own, the way his tongue pushed forward into Xander's mouth. He let his hands explore Spike's back, tracing the muscles, moving down to worm under the waistband of the tight jeans.

"You also have too many clothes on. Not enough accessibility!" He grinned, tugging at Spike's t-shirt.

Spike raised his arms and allowed the boy to remove the shirt, then undid his own pants. Tugging them slightly down his hips, he did the same to Xander's dark jeans. If they were completely naked, it would be over, so this had to serve. He pulled the boy into his embrace. Half stumbling, half crushing him against his frame, he backed him up against the wall.

"The song's over." He ran his thumb over Xander's red and swollen lips... his mark. Smiled slightly, and dipped his head down to taste that mouth again. There was hunger in his kiss, and in the way he rubbed his groin against Xander's. Every movement fanned his need. He'd grown so hard, it was painful. "Xander..."

"Yeah?" Xander's voice came out in a breathless whisper. He didn't even register the lack of music too lost in the lust and oh God...love, in Spike's eyes. Not waiting for an answer, he bent his head to lick and nibble on Spike's neck, mirroring the blond's actions from earlier. "Taste good." He mumbled against the skin, his mouth moving down to Spike's collarbone, travelling across his chest to his nipple. He gave it an experimental lick, closing his eye to savour the taste and feel of it against his tongue. Different from women but still damn good. He smiled softly and leant down to explore further.

Lost in the sensations that rocked his body, Spike threaded his fingers through Xander's dark hair, and leaned his head back, involuntarily arching into the boy. The boy left moist trails down his chest and when he reached his stomach, Spike shuddered. He looked down, wondering if the boy would go there. He probably hadn't ever—He hissed as that mouth of his trailed lower. "Please..."

"Anything you want Spike." Xander said, eye darting upwards. He pushed the jeans down a bit, staring nervously at the erection swaying in front of his face. Right...he could do this. After a moment of hesitation he licked daintily at the crown. Huh...that wasn't too bad. He put his hand around the base and did it again, licking more strongly, swirling his tongue a little at the top.

Spike forced himself to loosen his tight grip, dragging his fingers through Xander's hair instead of pulling him closer. "Again... more," he said, on the verge of a painful groan, pushing his hips forward.

Xander pulled back again and studied Spike's cock with a thoughtful look on his face, trying to figure out what to do next. He heard a soft moan coming from above him and, decision made, he took the crown into his mouth and suckled on it.
A jolt of white hot heat had Spike struggling to maintain control. Xander's inexperienced motions inflamed rather than gave relief. He held back as much as he could, but put one hand over Xander's static one, showing him how to stroke his shaft. A stronger jolt. One that almost brought him to his knees. He groaned his pleasure out and ran a shaky hand through Xander's hair. "Take me deeper," he murmured, eyeing the bed.

Xander closed his eye and concentrated on what he had to do. He lowered his head slowly, taking in as much as he could, and tried to move his tongue around the shaft. He loved it when that was done to him, maybe Spike would like it too. He heard Spike moan in pleasure and groaned in reply. Fuck, so hot having him like this, moaning because of me. He pulled his head back, sucking his way up and then down again, flicking his tongue and trying to hold his teeth back.

"Yes...oh yes." Spike surged forward, fucking Xander's hot slick mouth until he careened so close to the edge, he had to pull back. "Get up," he pulled Xander up. Eyed the bed, and took the fastest route, lifting Xander up into his arms. In a few quick strides, he deposited the boy on the bed. Dark hair, tanned skin, against white sheets.

Swallowing hard, he ran his hands down the boy's chest, gripped the waistband of the loosened jeans, and in one fell swoop, peeled them completely off. Staring, unashamed, he hoarsely whispered, "Beautiful."

He ran his hand over Xander's shaft once, twice... revelling in the boy's immediate response, then caught the boy's knees, dragging him to the edge of the bed. "Your turn," he said, his voice full of promise, as he dropped to the ground on his knees and took Xander's cock into his mouth. It might have been decades since he'd done this, but his memory was strong, and his imagination ever stronger. Moving his mouth and hands in tandem, he stroked and licked and sucked, loving the feel of Xander's erection, the small sounds he was making, the way he was arching up toward him.

Xander whimpered low in his throat, his hands grabbing the bedspread and holding on tight. He tried to control his body, telling himself that he couldn't come yet, just a little more of this and he'd let go, just a little more. "Spike please...so good."

The praise only made Spike work harder at it, moving one hand up and down Xander's body as mouth and other hand worked him up. The next time Xander called his name, a wave of desire too strong to be ignored ripped through Spike.

Abruptly, he stopped, stood up, and dropped his pants. The entire time, his gaze was locked with Xander’s, who looked hot, and bemused, and was breathing hard. Spike wanted him so bad, nothing would stop him now.

He joined the boy on the bed, and pulled him up onto his knees, kissing him, stroking his chest as he angled his body behind Xander's. He'd promised to keep him distracted, and by God, despite the demands of his body, he did just that. Grasping the boy's shaft, he stroked and moved against the boy's ass at the same time, his own cock hard and heavy. Once Xander threw his head back, Spike prepared him, praying the boy wouldn't tense up. Not now, not when he wanted it so bad he was almost blind with desire.

Xander moaned pushing back against Spike's fingers. He'd tried his best to remain relaxed while Spike prepared him, finding it easier than he'd thought. He let himself feel, enjoying the burn of Spike's fingers stretching him, moaning his pleasure when he rubbed against his prostate. He felt something blunt push against his hole and once again pushed back, hungry for everything Spike had to give him.

The feel of Xander pressing back against his erection clinched it. Spike thrust his hips, slowing and holding on for the barest of seconds, before thrusting again. "Oh God," he croaked against Xander's ears, as the boy tightened around him, milking him, every drag against his cock taking him higher.

"Fuck...Spike..." Xander moaned, thrusting back, fucking himself against Spike. "More...need more."

He didn't have to ask again. Spike fucked him with long, powerful strokes, in and out, pleasuring him with one hand, gripping him around the waist with the other. Their bodies slid and moved together, joined at almost every point. Lean rippling muscles. The sounds of groans and gasps. The heat that burned between them. The pressure built with every motion, every sound. Spike drove deeper into his lover, faster as his release drew close. "Come with me," he said, his voice edged in desperation, "Come with me Xander..."

Spike's words only spurred Xander on, making his movements frantic and hard as he chased after his pleasure. Spike's hand tightened around his cock and he finally went over the edge, moaning his lover's name. He felt Spike tense behind him and then they were both collapsing on the bed, unable to hold themselves up.

"Well...that was nice." Xander giggled tiredly.

"Nice." Spike lifted himself on one elbow and looked down at Xander. "Did you say nice? It was bloody spectacular, is what it was. But if you don't think so..." He almost purred the threat next to Xander's ear, then scraped his teeth over the guy's exposed throat. "Five minutes, yeah? Then we'll have another go and see if it's just
nice." He'd have the boy bloody screaming, is what he'd do before he let him out of the bed. Then he laughed, and dipped his head down, and gave him a long, lingering kiss. It had been more than good. More than he'd imagined.

Xander smiled into the kiss, happy to have made Spike laugh. Then he remembered what he'd been making up for when all this started.

"I love you, you know that right? No tricks, no using, nothing but me loving you." He asked earnestly, holding Spike's gaze.

Spike didn't look away. He was sure catching Dru was the reason that the PtB had put him with Xander, and pretty sure the Watchers had been in on it. But Xander... no, he was innocent of guile. "I know luv, I know." He lowered himself back into the soft bed, keeping one arm around Xander's waist, their bodies still touching. "Four minutes. And I have quite a few ideas about the shower..."


(A/N - see, so not into torture... I updated quickly. ::grins::)