Who? What? Huh?

Chapter 6 - Ready or Not (NC-17)

When they reached the basement Xander's mind was still reeling
from the incident at the pool. The concern that he'd felt had been a
shock. When Spike had lost his bearings and began to flounder,
Xander was immediately assaulted with the thought that he'd pushed
the vampire too hard.

He hadn't hesitated to take Spike into his arms and offer comfort.
When had his disgust with the vampire turned into affection? Just a
few days ago he'd been ready to stake the undead jerk. Now he was
worried that he'd swallowed some water?

And what the hell was that body rubbing all about? He did not rub
bodies with other males. He was a female body rubber!

The feel of their bodies together had been intoxicating. Once he'd
realized how close they were he hadn't been able to pull away. At
least not before Spike had rubbed the evidence of his arousal against
Xander's mostlked ked body.

He suppressed the groan that the memory evoked as he walked over
to the refrigerator. The quiet ding of the microwave brought him out
of his thoughts, signaling his warmed dinner was ready.

The deep ache had begun to return. Xander had found that thee
e
never entirely disappeared. It just dulled after a feeding, only to grow
stronger when his body felt that he'd gone too long without
nourishment.

It wasn't as bad as it had been earlier that day, but Xander still hurried
his movements bringing the mug to his already parted lips. He
groaned at the first taste.

Spike was instantly hard. He'd been watching the whelp's mechanical
movements as he prepared his mug of blood. It was obvious that the
boy was deep in thought. Probably brooding over the little interaction
they'd had at the pool.

At Xander's pleasured groan, Spike lost all control. He was still half
hard from their earlier encounter, the walk home having done nothing
to alleviate the ache in his groin. Xander's obvious pleasure caused
his cock to harden to its maximum length.

He was across the room in seconds, pulling the mug from the boy's
lips and replacing it with his own. He licked all tr of of the remaining
blood from Xander's mouth, delving deep with his own tongue.

Xander groaned again, his hips thrusting involuntarily against Spike's
jean clad erection.

What the hell was going on? Spike was macking on him! Their lips
were smashed together! Spike's tongue was in his mouth!

And he was liking it?!

Before he knew what was happening Spike had removed his t-shirt
and had latched on to one of his nipples. There was a sting as Spike
bared his teeth and raked them across the peaked nub. Xander's
knees buckled as all the blood rushed to his groin.

Spike's arms wrapped around Xander's waist keeping him upright.
He knew how sensitive his own body's nipples were and so continued
to lave attention on them. Xander was babbling incoherently and had
apparently lost the ability to balance his swaying form.

Spike smirked and continued his way down toward Xander's navel.
When he reached the tiny hole he thrust his tongue in and out quickly,
then pressed his lips down and sucked.

Xander's hands aro around to grasp his head and press it closer.

Xander was moaning non-stop. He gave out a l crl cry of protest
when Spike pulled away, but quieted when he realized that Spike was
only trying to divest himself of the jeans confining his straining
erection.

Wait! What am I thinking? Spike is getting naked! Spike is getting
naked with me!

Spike glanced up to see Xander's panicked look. He left the speedos
on in favor of soothing Xander's anxiety ak.
k.

"Shhh luv. We won't do anything you don't want." He wrapped his
arms around the boy and rubbed his back up and down.

"Anything I don't want? Anything I don't want?" Xander repeated
himself, just to be sure that Spike was listening. "I don't want
nakedness! No nakedness!" He cried.

"Okay pet." Spike soothed. "I won't take anything else off." Right
now, Spike continued the sentence silently.

Xander calmed slightly. Then he realized that he was still in Spike's
arms. He began to fidget and tried to pull away.

"Relax Xan." Spike nuzzled his neck. "Just want to make you feel
good." He began to nip and lick at the base.

"And I know all the spots too. It is my body. I know how to make it
feel good." Spike's voice was low and seductive as he continued his
advances.

The moment Spike's lips had touched his neck Xander's mind had
shut down.

He tried to protest. "Mphrgl." But it didn't come out quite right.

He felt his whole body go slack. Well at least 99% of it. That 1% was
still achingly hard.

Spike had worked his way back down Xander's body. His jeans were
undone and his boxers pulled off before he knew what was
happening. When he felt the cool air caress his bare skin, Xander
woke from his sex induced fog long enough to realize that Spike had
also manipulated him onto the bed.

Before he couroterotest Spike's mouth engulfed his cock. Xander
cried out and thrust upward, causing Spike to choke.

"Damn! Forgot I had to breathe." Spike mumbled before dropping
back down to take Xander in again.

The warmth was incredib It It was like a hot furnace was surrounding
his dick. He couldn't help the loud moans that erupted from his
mouth.

"Fuck! Spike!"

He growled when Spike removed his mouth, only to whimper when he
moved down to lick and suck on his balls. Spike pulled both into his
mouth and rolled them around with his tongue. The suction he used
to pull on them was incredible, causing Xander's eyes to roll to the
back of his head.

The loss of contact caused Xander's eyes to shoot open. When he
was able to focus he was confronted with his own desire filled gaze.

Spike brought his lips down onto Xander's and pressed firmly. His
tongue shot out to lick at Xander's bottom lip in invitation. When
Xander accepted, Spike plunged his tongue in and swept the cavern
of Xander's mouth.

He'd used the time it took Xander to come back to reality to shed the
last of his clothing. As they kissed Spike brought their bodies into
alignment, causing their erections to brush up against one another.

He grunted at the feel of their cocks rubbing together. Their precum
mixing to ease the friction.

Spike knew he wasn't going to last long. He'd been hard since
leaving the park. Sucking on his own cock had been unexpectedly
erotic. And Xander's moans and incoherent pleas had him so close
to the edge, that he knew he couldn't hold it.

Spike was sure that Xander wasn't ready for any type of penetration
during their first sexual foray. As close as he was, Spike was actually
okay with that tonight. But ready or not, they were definitely going to
have a spot of intense frottage.

When Xander's tongue stroked out tentatively, Spike latched on. He
sucked the tongue in and gave it a light nibble. Xander moaned and
thrust forward, their cock heads brushing up against each other.

Spike couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his mouth away from
Xander's and pushed his palms into the mattress. He lifted his upper
body off the bed, focusing most of his weight on his hips.

He began toust ust in earnest, his eyes closing with the effort. Spike
groaned and tried to blink the sweat from his eyes.

He was surprised to feel Xander's hands reach around to caress his
back. Pushing down and bringing their bodies into closer contact.

He was shocked to feel Xander's hands roam down toward his
buttocks and cup, then squeeze them as their grunts became louder
and more pronounced.

He shuddered when he felt Xander's tentative touch and quick
breach, with his middle finger, of his tight arse hole.

He came when he heard Xander's quietly whispered words. "You're
in MY body. I know how to make it feel good." Accompanied by the
crook of his finger.

Xander felt Spike's cum hit his stomach. He thrust a few more times
trying to reach his own completion.

When Spike reach down for another kiss, Xander parted his lips
automatically. At the first sweep of Spike's tongue Xander tasted the
coppery tang of his own blood.

Spike had bitten his tongue before thrusting it into Xander's mouth.
The taste shot right through him and straight to his cock. Causing it
to twitch and spurt, their cum mingling together as he rode out the
orgasm with a few final thrusts.