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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult +
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8
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Ch. 4
Xander’s hips arched as a jolt of electric heat went through him. Fuck... this guy was for real, and not taking ‘no’ for an answer. He’d kill for a shot of whiskey to just...
Suddenly Spike’s mouth was on his, firm, hot, his tongue demanding entrance. Brain freeze... there went the need for whiskey... Groaning slightly, Xander opened his mouth.
That was it. That was all it took to ignite his body, to make him burn and want. Trembling with need, he raised his hips again, and again, and ran his hands down Spike’s smooth back, using them to force the vampire down.
The silence was only broken by the sound of his desperate breaths and the low groans he couldn’t hold back, not when the vampire knew exactly what to do... what he liked. Oh God... he raised his hips and ground himself against Spike’s arousal, yearning for more as his heart slammed against his chest.
Somehow, Xander lost his shirt... and now each slide of Spike’s chest against his drove him just a little bit wilder. “Ho yeah.... ho yeah...” Xander thought he could do this forever... twist and writhe as waves of heat made him feverish and incoherent.
Wait... not so far gone though that the hands prying at his jeans went unnoticed. “Hey!!”
“Lift up, that’s good...” Spike tugged Xander free of the rest of his pesky clothes in one go.
“No... I...”
“Don’t tell me you needed them...”
“No...”
“Didn’t think so.” Laser blue eyes traveled the length of Xander’s body as the vampire shucked his own pants, and straddled Xander again, stopping him from rolling away.
“You’re out of control... outrageous,” Xander sputtered, trying to push perfection away. But once again, the seductive feel of the man he’d created drew him in.
“I’m outrageous, but very much in control. Can’t say that about you though, mate.”
“Huh?” Aww fuck, he was stroking the vampire... groping him.... moving against him. “I th... thi... think you should get off.”
“Plan to... very soon,” lowering his head, Spike kissed the daylights out of Xander, and moving against him with maddening slowness.
Heat fanned across Xander’s body. He thrashed under the vampire, wanting more... not wanting to want more... wanting that whiskey. When he was free of Spike’s mouth, he tried again. “I th... thi... think... we need to stop.”
“You think?”
“Yeah,” he croaked.
“So you don’t know, just think?”
“Yeah... hey, no!” Frowning at being tricked again, Xander mustered every bit of control he had... which hello... not much... “I know... I know we should stop.”
Sudenly, Xander found his hands pinned next to his shoulders as an unholy light entered the vampires gaze ... melting Xander to the core. The blond head dipped down, and then there were hot, moist kisses branding him... his chest, his abs....
“Did you say stop, or....”
“Unh...” Xander lifted his hips as the vampires tongue drew a line down towards his throbbing cock.
Wrapping his mouth over Xander’s crown, Spike licked in a circle then sucked lightly. “Which is it... stop or... go.”
“G... go... oh God, what are you waiting for!” The instant the vampire released his hands, Xander half hit him on the shoulders and half pushed him closer. In his desperation, the vamps victorious laugh didn’t even get a response.
“Please... take it...” he stroked Spike’s hair, curled his fingers tightly in it and guided him. Good so good... he lifted his hips to meet Spike’s mouth... forcing himself into the tight, moist sheath... crying out each time the vampire dragged his lips down his length, almost releasing him.
The friction was just right, so good... so perfect, filling him with overwhelming need, turning him into a bucking, pleading mess. “Fuck... fuck... fuck... Ahhhhh.... ahhhh”
Spike licked him clean, and rolled to his side next to Xander.
Opening his eyes eventually, Xander remembered everything. Man. Sex. No whiskey. No explanation. “Oh God, I can’t believe I did that.
“Need a reminder” Spike lifted his head, and flicked his tongue lightly over Xander’s lips.
“Holy fuck... No!”
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Suddenly Spike’s mouth was on his, firm, hot, his tongue demanding entrance. Brain freeze... there went the need for whiskey... Groaning slightly, Xander opened his mouth.
That was it. That was all it took to ignite his body, to make him burn and want. Trembling with need, he raised his hips again, and again, and ran his hands down Spike’s smooth back, using them to force the vampire down.
The silence was only broken by the sound of his desperate breaths and the low groans he couldn’t hold back, not when the vampire knew exactly what to do... what he liked. Oh God... he raised his hips and ground himself against Spike’s arousal, yearning for more as his heart slammed against his chest.
Somehow, Xander lost his shirt... and now each slide of Spike’s chest against his drove him just a little bit wilder. “Ho yeah.... ho yeah...” Xander thought he could do this forever... twist and writhe as waves of heat made him feverish and incoherent.
Wait... not so far gone though that the hands prying at his jeans went unnoticed. “Hey!!”
“Lift up, that’s good...” Spike tugged Xander free of the rest of his pesky clothes in one go.
“No... I...”
“Don’t tell me you needed them...”
“No...”
“Didn’t think so.” Laser blue eyes traveled the length of Xander’s body as the vampire shucked his own pants, and straddled Xander again, stopping him from rolling away.
“You’re out of control... outrageous,” Xander sputtered, trying to push perfection away. But once again, the seductive feel of the man he’d created drew him in.
“I’m outrageous, but very much in control. Can’t say that about you though, mate.”
“Huh?” Aww fuck, he was stroking the vampire... groping him.... moving against him. “I th... thi... think you should get off.”
“Plan to... very soon,” lowering his head, Spike kissed the daylights out of Xander, and moving against him with maddening slowness.
Heat fanned across Xander’s body. He thrashed under the vampire, wanting more... not wanting to want more... wanting that whiskey. When he was free of Spike’s mouth, he tried again. “I th... thi... think... we need to stop.”
“You think?”
“Yeah,” he croaked.
“So you don’t know, just think?”
“Yeah... hey, no!” Frowning at being tricked again, Xander mustered every bit of control he had... which hello... not much... “I know... I know we should stop.”
Sudenly, Xander found his hands pinned next to his shoulders as an unholy light entered the vampires gaze ... melting Xander to the core. The blond head dipped down, and then there were hot, moist kisses branding him... his chest, his abs....
“Did you say stop, or....”
“Unh...” Xander lifted his hips as the vampires tongue drew a line down towards his throbbing cock.
Wrapping his mouth over Xander’s crown, Spike licked in a circle then sucked lightly. “Which is it... stop or... go.”
“G... go... oh God, what are you waiting for!” The instant the vampire released his hands, Xander half hit him on the shoulders and half pushed him closer. In his desperation, the vamps victorious laugh didn’t even get a response.
“Please... take it...” he stroked Spike’s hair, curled his fingers tightly in it and guided him. Good so good... he lifted his hips to meet Spike’s mouth... forcing himself into the tight, moist sheath... crying out each time the vampire dragged his lips down his length, almost releasing him.
The friction was just right, so good... so perfect, filling him with overwhelming need, turning him into a bucking, pleading mess. “Fuck... fuck... fuck... Ahhhhh.... ahhhh”
Spike licked him clean, and rolled to his side next to Xander.
Opening his eyes eventually, Xander remembered everything. Man. Sex. No whiskey. No explanation. “Oh God, I can’t believe I did that.
“Need a reminder” Spike lifted his head, and flicked his tongue lightly over Xander’s lips.
“Holy fuck... No!”
(A/N: Would love feed back... let me know whatcha think :) If you would like notice of updates, please join here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Bloody_Bad_Poet_Fic/ )