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(ooc - As a Birthday Prezzie for iadorespike, I showed what happens next, on Xander's birthday ::grins::)

(Characters: Not mine, Joss')

It was the day before his birthday. As that date approached, Xander got progressively more jittery. He knew now that he'd been stoned... what he wasn't sure of was whether he'd imagined that evil vampire, Spike, kissing him, getting him all worked up, and then leaving him so hard, he'd masturbated right there on the bleachers. Well... he knew that he had beat off... but had Spike been there to start the whole thing, or was that the drugs speaking?

He'd had a couple of dreams since then. He hated, hated, hated them! When had he been into blonds... men, that was? Or punk rockers... or freaking black nail polish. Or snarls, that sent shivers down his back? Or being helpless under the weight of another man?

Argh.... confusion ... thy name is Alexander Lavelle!

But he had a plan... oh yes he did. As he bounced home after a scooby meeting, heavy backpack slung over his shoulder, he went over every detail. Spike had said he'd come back on his birthday. Well, if he was for real, and he didn't have a short attention span, then that was tomorrow. Saturday. So tomorrow, he would stay inside all day, open the door to no one, give himself a birthday party and invite Buffy and Willow. So... 24 hours in his basement hide-out, it was a piece of cake.

He stopped by the video store, and picked up a bunch of stuff to watch, then headed inside the Doublemeat Palace, and picked up a nice chocolate shake. The burgers smelled good, but never tasted quite right, so he skipped on that.

Now all set, he strolled toward his place, trying to decide in what order he would watch his movies. He was going to OD on sci-fi, definitely gonna OD on it and not any more of those tricky brownies.

Dropping his bag by the door, he balanced the package and drink in one hand, and started to work the key into the lock of his basement apartment. A dark shadow solidified into a human form on the door, looming above Xander. The cup and bag dropped out of his hand.

"What..." he suddenly found the weight of a body, a very hard, male body, pressed him up against the door. He didn't need to turn to see the shadow revealed by the floodlight over his door was Spike's. "Oh, shit!"

"'Lo."

Xander's skin tightened at the feel of Spike's mouth over his ear. Fuck, he couldn't move. The guy was plastered against him, chest against back, groin against ass, legs touching all the way down to their ankles. The clinking of metal got his heart going. He didn't know why all that hardware on the vamp's clothes scared him, but it did.

"Told you I'd be back when you were legal, birthday boy. Missed me, did you?" When there was no answer, Spike rubbed his mouth along the side of Xander's throat, a suggestive backward and forward motion.

"N... no... it's ... it's not my birthday," Xander protested, finding it damned hard to concentrate.

"Dangerous to call a vampire a liar," Spike snarled, laughing at the shudder that passed through the boy. Pleasure, pain and fear were related.

"I'm not, but it's tomorrow..."

"It's tomorrow Greenwich Mean Time, four hours past midnight to be exact."

Xander tried to move again, and for his troubles, he felt Spike's leg slip between his, felt the vampire jerk forward so hard, the impression of his groin might leave a mark on his ass. Suddenly he wanted to cry, because what he really wanted was for that leg to move, for that mouth to kiss him again, like before, and it wasn't right.

"Your heart's racing. Is it over anyone I know?"

His chest heaved. Heat spread from Xander's groin. "Let me go."

"Give me your mouth."

"No..." he whispered, his voice thin as a reed.

"I said give it to me."

"Wha.." Xander turned his head to the side, and almost immediately, Spike's mouth was over his, kissing him hard, forcing his tongue inside, devouring him with the hunger Xander remembered. He wanted to turn, to put his arms around the vampire, to touch him... but he was forbidden, his frustrated efforts to break free... ignored. All he could do was kiss Spike back, follow the movements of his tongue, groan when the heat built between them.

Spike's thigh slipped up Xander's leg, and made contact with Xander's sac. Whimpering, Xander bent his own knees, lowering himself to increase the contact, growing harder and harder as he moved against hard muscle. If he was gonna die, this was one hell of a way to go.

All but fucking him with his knee and his tongue, Spike worked the boy up until he was a panting mess, breath labored, smelling of sex and desperation.

"Open the door."

Xander stuttered something, his mind hazy with desire. But when Spike withdrew the leg, he knew he'd do anything to get it back. He fumbled with the keys still in the lock, and pushed the door open.

The vampire let him go. "Tell me to come in and fuck you."

Turning, Xander babbled, "come in... please do that again... like before and..."

Inside... oh shit!

Smiling, Spike followed him inside and kicked the door shut. Then locked it.

"Bed."

"Bed?"

"Get on it," the vampire clad in black gave him a shove, sliding his gaze down Xander's body, lingering on his ass.

As Xander backed toward the bed, Spike followed, bodily pushing Xander back, crowding him, brushing against him hard. Face to face, Xander could see the predator in Spike -- hungry, dominant, demanding. Fuck... he was in over his head, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

The back of his knees touched the bed. Hard arms surrounded him, squeezed his ass. Piercing blue eyes, hot and possessive, looked into his, made him go dizzy. Xander's mouth trembled, his stomach clenched as he was pulled up against the vampire's length. He thought it was for another kiss. Instead, Spike's hands moved to his belt.

Xander looked down and watched as long fingers with painted nails tugged on black leather. His belt was unbuckled, then his button popped. He sucked in his breath, and closed his eyes as the zipper sounded under the light pressure that moved down his front.

His jeans were tugged down his hips, then Spike lifted him up. It took a snarl, but Xander quickly kicked the jeans off. His hands went to the waistband of his boxers... his snoopy boxers ... but Spike clamped his hands around Xander's wrists.

Unsure, Xander wet his lips and stared at the last face he might ever see. Strange that he should find it so hauntingly beautiful. He swayed forward, "Kiss?"

Spike bent back, preventing their mouths from touching. "Yeah... kiss," he jerked Xander back, still holding onto his wrists so that he slowed the boys' fall and lowered him onto the bed. "Just not where you think, yeah?"

That sneer had Xander swallowing hard. Then steel bands circled his legs at his knees and dragged him to the edge of the bed. He gripped the covers, almost coming off the bed when Spike's mouth closed over his shaft.... over his shorts. When he struggled to sit up, Spike lifted his head and stared.

Afraid, Xander quieted and lay back. Then the mouth was back. A long, wet stroke of Spike's tongue across the length of his shaft had Xander hot and hard, all over again. Oh God.... God he liked that mouth. That evil, male, vampire mouth. He tried to buck up, to fuck it, but he was pinned down against the edge of the bed, helpless to help himself.

Spike wet his tongue, then ran it around over the tip of Xander's cock, until the thin material of his shorts was completely wet and clinging to his arousal. Then he kissed him there, over and over... moving his mouth ever so slowly, back and forth... sometimes slipping his tongue out, sometimes sucking through the cloth, learning every groove, every ridge of the boy.

Slowly, but surely, Xander lost his mind. His skin grew sensitive, every part of him craved to be touched. He raised his hips as far as they would go, not even the pain of struggling against Spike's firm grip could stop him from trying to fuck the mouth that tormented and lapped at him, that stroked him hard and soft, that nibbled and teased. "Please.... please Spike.... no more kissing..." he thrashed around, dared to reach down and press the back of Spike's head down toward him.

With his other hand, he tried to tug off the underwear. But he couldn't, because the vampire lowered his head again, and was kissing his cock, holding the material down against it. Tears of frustration gathered. "Spike... fuck... fuck me...."

Spike tugged Xander's shorts down, kissed the very tip of his jutting cock ever so lightly, and lifted his head. "It's like hangman, see? Each time, we do a little. And when we've done it all... end game."

"What..." Heart jumping, blood pounding, hormones raging, Xander hardly understood those words. Only that Spike had taken that mouth away.... and that he was leaving.

"Spike, not again... Spike.... fuck!" Half blind with desire, Xander rolled to his side, grabbed himself and squeezed and stroked, and pretended it was Spike sucking him, touching him, fucking him. And then he came so hard, the wall would have to be cleaned. "Spiiiiike," he groaned, rolling onto his back.

"Until next time then, pet." The door closed with a decided click.

"Oh God... not again, don't I learn?" he closed his eyes. What had he done? Invited Spike in. He was screwed big time. What was he supposed to say... how could he get help? Look Buffy, what's happening is ....

Fuck!


(A/N - soooooo, if you liked it, please comment. If you hate it, please comment. If it was boring, tell me!)