The Silent Urge Series

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Chapter 31 - Confirmation

~ Xander ~

I am not sure what I am doing. All I know is that I want Spike soooo bad I am shaking, trembling in anticipation and fear.

I've never been with a man before, hadn't even thought about it for real. Yeah, so I noticed some men, looked at them differently than other men but it just wasn't something I’d tried to experience and now…

Finally, my suddenly clumsy fingers manage to grab enough of his tee to pull it out of his tighttightsofuckingtight jeans and I touch his bare skin. He moans and arches up against me, grinds down hard, gasps.



~ Spike ~

I've forgotten how hot humans are. I can't help it, I react so strongly to his touch. I gasp and press my groin down, seeking hardness against my own. I’ve waited so long for him.. now I finally have him. Willingly. Under me. I am minutes from losing complete control.

It's been so long since someone wanted me. Angelus, animalistic lust and enforcing of sire-rights. Treckle, comfort and forgetfulness, but never ever one thought of more.

A few men, experiences shadowed by bloodlust and demonic want.

This here with Xander is different, frighteningly so, but at the same time, delightful.

I have to be careful, don't want to bollix this up, don't want to scare him away, but I *need* to have him. The sooner the better.

I back off a bit so he can drag the tee over my head and let it fall to the ground. I watch him lock eyes with me, his gaze clouded with lust and I lick my lips. He mirrors the movement, moans helplessly and seconds later, I press kisses to his exposed belly. Even hotter skin meets my cooler lips and I breathe softly on his fluttering abs.

~ Xander ~

I hold my breath as Spike drags up my own shirt and starts pressing kisses to my belly. Not long after the first shy butterfly kiss, his lips parts and his tongue starts to dance over my skin. I can't think of another way to describe the sensations. It's a bit like an ice cube sliding over my skin, not as cold, but as wet and exciting.

I moan and arch up into him when he circles my belly button, licks over it with his flat tongue, then pushes the tip inside, swirling it around and all the time he makes these noises that tell me he is completely enjoying it. Every so often his chin brushes the tip of my hard cock through the thick denim of my jeans and I would beg him to just do the same a little bit deeper down, where I need it the most, if I hadn't lost all ability to form a coherent sentence.

I look down and, as if he knew I'd do that, he looks up and our eyes meet, brilliant blue with a mischievous sparkle greets me and I watch as he drags his tongue up and up, slowly ripping the shirt in two, right up the middle of my chest. He stops for a little circle around one of my nipples, then the other, before he licks up my throat and over my chin, reclaiming my mouth as soon as his lips reach it again.

~ Spike ~

Good to know I haven't lost my touch. The whelp, Xander, I remind myself, is a trembling mass under me, groaning and whimpering to every little movement of my tongue, my fingers, my lips on him. He is as responsive as I thought he would be, the excitement of a first time experience heightening his arousal and pheromones are practically pouring off him, turning me on even more.

His skin is hot and soft and tastes wonderful, the little droplets of sweat that build here aherehere are a special treat for me. I've never forgotten the delicious taste and scent of his blood, but the sweat and smell of him trigger the memory again, until I feel I can taste it again for real. Chocolate-dipped oranges.

His nipples are reacting as soon as I barely brush over them, very responsive these little nubs.

When I reach his mouth again, he is eager to kiss back, pushing his tongue against mine, in time with the thrust he makes against me. Oh boy, I will teach you everything, you're gonna ask me to stop because you'll think the pleasure is too much for you. You'll think you're gonna burst from it. And you will. I promise, you will.



~ Xander ~

I am gone. Complete mind numbing pleasure and I figure Spike has only just begun. God, how shall I last ‘til the actual event when the hors d'oeuvre nearly satisfies me?

Suddenly, Spike pauses and I open my eyes again, finding him staring down at me.

"Want more" he breathes more than actually says it, leaving it up to me whether he is asking a question or just making a statement. Anyway I nod, not trusting myself to speak and he smiles at me in that blindingly pleased way, I grin back, I can't do anything different.

He rips away the rest of the shirt, kissing every inch of skin that's newly exposed to him. He then finds his way back to my nipples, sucks them, licks them, nurses on them like a baby would on its mother's and I have to restrain from screaming in delight.

Never did anyone make me lose control like this, not that I have any experience but, with Spike, it's special. I know he can't hurt me, can't do anything I don't want to since the chip and that makes me feel safe. He is not coaxing me into anything, I want this, I want him and I want more than just this, I want it all. Fuck the consequences.

~ Spike ~

I watch Xander closely while he ponders the answer to what I said. He nods and grins and I know, it's just the natural reaction of a lust-clouded mind so I take my time with getting off the remnants of his shirt and continue to look for things to take a negative turn when he actually understands where exactly this is going.

I am surprised when he doesn't even tense up. We have locked gazes again and all I can see is trust and a questioning look for guidance. Don't worry, boy, I'm gonna show you and I'll start right now.

Slowly I let my hands glide down to the waistband of his jeans, he is a bit ticklish I realize but I don't dwell on it, don't want to kill the mood. When my fingers meet over the first button I casually stroke my thumbs down and up again over the impressive, denim covered bulge.

"May I?" I ask him, needing some kind of confirmation that he wants this, really wants this as much as I do.

~ Xander ~

"Just.. just do!" I gasp out. I can't manage more with him stroking up and down my cock, which needs the attention without so many clothes over it. I let my head fall back and groan when the first button pops open. I can't imagine any other moment when I would be so glad that he made me wear no underwear. I shudder when I feel his thumbs brush against the now bare head of my cock. The precum that's flowing freely since his hands were on my waistband, makes the glide easy and I enjoy the stimulation of his thumbs gliding over the slit, caressing and spreading the precum all over the tip.

He takes his time, he's never jerky, clumsy. Everything he does has this natural grace and confidence to it and when he dips down his head so his tongue can replace his thumbs, it's one smooth movement I really didn't expect and the sensation is nearly overwhelming me. I've never before felt a mouth on my cock. He's slowly lapping up the precum – it's torture of the best kind.



~ Spike ~

I know he didn't expect me to do this, I didn't want to do it because I thought it would bring him too close to the point of no return, but when the scent of his precum surrounded me suddenly, as soon as he was freed from the confines of his jeans, I just couldn't resist. I had to have a taste, just a taste. So I am a bit obsessive about fluids. I am a vampire, mate, can't help it.

I bow down and lick up the first droplets of his precum and I hum contentedly. Just like I imagined, pure Xander. I lick my lips, want to back off just whentherther drop emerges from his slit and I just can't stop myself from dipping down again, licking it off too.

He is panting so hard, his heart is pounding and I hope he'll not pass out on me again. Better safe than sorry, I pull back, watch the picture of ravished innocence for a second before I pop open the next buttons. One, two and finally, the last one. I don't hesitate, and grab the waistband of his jeans, pull at it and he raises his butt nicely for me so I can get it off him. Shoes and socks go with the jeans, not a big challenge really for someone with my experience and I throw everything out of reaching distance and sit back on my heels and study him.

He is gorgeous. Long lean legs, muscled thighs and narrow hips, a chest that's good looking for someone who doesn't work out or do hard labour, the muscles still a bit boyish needing to stretch and grow and be properly formed. Finally, my gaze settles on his cock and how it stands proudly from the nest of nearly black curls. Precum makes the tip glisten and I catch myself licking my lips in anticipation. Oral fixation, alright.


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