Lessons of the Hellmouth

Spike groaned as the hot flesh slid slowly into him. The warm arms that held up his legs trembled as the strong hot hands firmly gripped his hips hold him still. The vampire’s t-shirt was rucked up on his chest, pinned there by his arms that were thrust out below him balancing his torso above curved old marble headstone.



Xander withdrew then slid slowly home stilling once again bollix met buttocks. He muttered something indiscernible under his breath as he began to thrust with slow deep stroke. Eyes glazed they stared dazedly at each other.



Ever since Spike had let the boy at his arse he had been well and royally screwed. A teenage boy at his peek he was giving the vampire a run for his money with a prick that even his old sire would be hard pressed to match in girth. Who’d think that the whelp had a dick that’d make a donkey blush?



“You weren’t zoning on me were you Spike.” The hot lips on his neck made him shudder and pitched him closer to climax.



Spike groaned “sorry pet. Trying to last is all.” Xander chuckled and drove in harder firmly hitting his partner’s swollen prostate, causing the vampire to grunt.



“Mmmm,” the boy nuzzled the cool neck and jaw. “This never gets old,” he said as he captured his lover’s lips.



“Ah excuse me.” The lovers looked up to see the worst disguise ever. Their skinny coitus interrupter had a black stocking cap pulled down tight over long ears, the fringed tips peeking from below the rim. His neck, chin and the backs of his hands were covered in a reddish pelt. The rest of him was hid by an overcoat so old it could have been worn by Columbo.



“Ah yeah?” Xander asks not missing a thrust.



“You wouldn’t know where the poker game is?” The demon reached into his pocket and held out a kitten as if to illustrate.



“Straight threw the cemetery turn left on the second block and head north ‘til you see the pub. Willie’ll set you up,” Spike says before Xander can question.



“Thanks,”



“No problem, mate,” The demon turned and headed off in the direction Spike had indicated with his chin.



“Um Spike –“



“Later, pet.”



“Mmm, ‘k.” The boy shimmied his hips and went back to nibbling along the vampire’s juggler.



Spike groaned his arms trembled under the strain of the boy’s growing skills. The vampire had discovered the boy’s hidden talents. Well more correctly, the smutfairies had quite charitably given him many free demonstrations of the boy’s charms. So many that Spike had be worried that the boy would become immune to their bite and he’d lose the extremely zealous bed companion before the fairy flock moved on to new hunting grounds.



It had been this worry that had caused him to spread for the boy. Xander had taken to it like a duck to water. So he had found himself more often than not draped over the couch, pressed against wall, balanced precarious on various objects like tonight while the boy ravished him. Especially this last, it seemed the boy got off on Spike’s simple displays of strength and flexibility, often creative posing him like a live-action sex toy into positions only achievable with demon physique. Or possibly slayer abilities but Spike wasn’t going there.



He had complained by the end of the week that he wasn’t some sex toy or chit for that matter. It only made the boy laugh. A hot hand had grasped the vampire’s dripping erection, “I’d never mistake you for a chit, bint, or bird Spike.”



The boy had moaned increasing his pace nearly pitching them over from where he had Spike balanced on the arm of their ‘new’ chair. “Merciful Zeus, you feel so fucking good.” The boy had shuddered again shooting hot spunk flooding Spike’s channel shocking that special spot. The vampire eyes had rolled back as he’s bouncing shaft showered them with spunk.. Panting they had toppled into the chair. It had been a bloody brilliant few weeks. He hadn’t been so well shagged since his sire got souled.



Clapping brought them out of their pleasure induced bliss. Neither in the heat of the moment had considered the danger of having sex in the middle of a cemetery. Spike had to give the boy credit as he once again didn’t miss a thrust. They turned their heads in unison to see the four fledges sitting on a row of tome stones enjoying the floor show. The one that clapped started cheering the boy on while the other three just watched with open-mouthed lust. One had even unzipped his jeans and was stroking himself off like they were a peep show.



Spike and Xander looked at each other; the human shrugged and turned his attentions back to his lover. The boy seemed indifferent to the danger of their audience but for Spike it added that extra little kink to the situation. It wasn’t many thrusts and shimmies later that found Spike’s back arching his whole body contracting, ‘Oh fuck pet.” was the muttered groan as he came his bobbing erection coating both their stomachs.



“Gah! Damn, Spike,” the boy grunted as vampire strength wrung a surprised orgasm out of him. The boy shook and slump against him. “Damn. Ah. You’re. Fucking. Amazing,” the boy managed between aftershocks.



“Fuck yah!” The exclamation reminded them of their audience. The one that had been jacking when they last looked had gotten off and smiling goofily. The other three were following his example and had themselves in hand so to speak.



The one that had been cheering yelled to Spike, “that was awesome! Why don’t you do him now.”



“I tell you what,” Spike replied slipping into gameface “you wankers,” Xander giggled, “run and once I get the feeling back in my legs I’ll stake you good and proper.“



Xander’s giggle turned into a laugh as the fledges hopped up and ran erections bobbing clutching at their drooping pants. The boy pulled his vampire back in to a kiss heedless of the sharp teeth, audience or not he would exercise every opportunity to have sex like that.



“Guess the cemetery wasn’t the best place,” Xander said, pulling away to breathe.



“Yeah, dangerous.”



The boy shrugged dark hair flopping, “nah, too many interruptions.”