All American Boys

Title: The All American Boys - Front & Back
By: Chen
Archive: http://chenanceou.net/BtVS_NB.html
Disclaimer: All belongs to ME(Grr! Argh!), not me.
A/N: M/M Slash set somewhere between s4 and s5.

I want to thank my two courageous BETAs: Colleen and Sir Larrikin. Both helped me tremendously and to Kimi who did the last check and told me it was okay to post it.

This one is for Christy who has patiently waited until my muse came back from the heights of Olympus and decided slumming with me is not so bad after all. Told you I would finish it one day, Red!

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A still shell-shocked Xander made his way out of the S&M club after allowing enough time to make sure he didn't run into the most fucked up travesty of the All American boy he had ever met. His incapacity to place himself in the same category eluded him, for his mind was wrapped around only what he had heard Riley cry out in ecstasy just half an hour ago. What did it mean? He slowly walked the streets towards the Espresso Pump where he was due to meet the gang, praying he would be spared the shame of finding Riley there. His body ached all over, but he did wan want any of his friends asking questions he couldn't answer. Xander sidestepped to avoid bumping into a black on black clad blond and at once his thoughts were diverted to the vampire that was to blame for all of this.

Spike. For a while now the blond vampire had permeated his thoughts at the most awkward moments. In bed. With Anya. He had talked himself into believing it was due to his hatred of the creature, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head kept murmuring to him it wasn't so.

Then it all came to a head in the midst of another round of sex with the demanding Anya. He had exploded in an amazing orgasm when, instead of the usual naked supermodel with an extraordinary set of knockers fantasy, a naked Spike skillfully performing oral sex on a very pleased Xander, did an impromptu cameo.

That was wrong on so many levels that Xander had locked himself in the bathroom and taken a long shower, scrubbing his body with a fury that left his skin raw. He desperately tried to erase the image from his mind, but was unable to forget how intense and mind blowing the orgasm had been. When it had happened again, now with Spike pumping inside him from behind, Xander had let it take him. Anya's compliments on his animalistic passion as they lay in bed afterwards, only made him feel dirtier. What in the hell was wrong with him?

Finding an answer to that question led him into dark places he rarely visited in himself. His simplistic logic told him he was bad and needunisunishment. That is how Xander had justified to himself the excursions to the S&M Sunnydale club, conveniently inconspicuous in a part of town his friends were unlikely to be found. It was all very discreet, with strict privacy policies that assured him he would not be found out and an endless list of men willing to punish him. He always donned a leather mask, finding that the added anonymity freed him from any lingering inhibitions that he might still have.

But nothing had prepared him for what had happened in there tonight. He shuddered when he remembered entering the 'meeting room' number 7 and finding his 'master' for the session already there. The tall man had his back to him and when he turned Xander felt his body go cold until the leather of the mask, tight against his face, made him feel safe. Safe...

Riley had been his second 'master' – the only one he had recognized and the most viciously violent perverted man he had ever met.

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The pain had been sharp and for a moment he was sure he wouldn't bear it. The room swam before his sight went black, as every nerve in his body rebelled against his will.

"No more," he whispered, but the zipped mask muffled his words.

Another savage bite, this time on his shoulder, made him arch his body to the point where his spine cracked. Sagging against the binding cuffs and chains, too spent and afraid to attempt a reaction, he sensed the movement behind him and tensed, sure that the next bite would render him unconscious. A hand came from behind and began massaging his balls deftly before squeezing them together.

Riley's voice, unrecognizable with the weight of some primal emotion, hissed in his ear "I want you to come now. Come or I will punish you, you fucking monster. Come."

Xander didn't know if it was from fear or from lust, but his cock immediately responded as Riley started pumping him, while rubbing his own prick on Xander's bloodied, scarred back. The pain coursing through Xander's body was now mixed with the intense pleasure coming from the hand that was jerking him off to the point that he no longer could tell where the pain began, and where the kaleidoscope of pleasures ended. With a deep cry, he unloaded as his body was ripped by spasms, over and over again. Riley let out a cry of triumph and bending an exhausted Xander over, the Whitbread boy wasted no time shoving his cock deep inside him in one brutal stroke that burned a path into Xander's entrails. The last thing Xander remembered, as Riley ferociously fucked his ass and his fingers dug deep into Xander's skin, was the sensation of being torn into two.

Xander came to as the knife sliced the flesh of his chest and, to his surprise, the pain made his cock stiffen again. Riley looked transfixed by the blood slowly making its way through the cluster of hairs. He leaned in and Xander held his breath, unsure of what would happen next, only exhaling once he felt the wetness of the other man's tongue on his chest.

Riley darted his tongue and lapped at the gash, avidly savoring the taste and swallowing the warmth of the rich blood. "Waste not, want not", he said as he allowed the tip of his tongue to follow the red path the blood had left on Xander's white body and dark curls. Riley's tongue left a trail of saliva in its wake and finally arrived at Xander's blood and cum covered cock. By now it was hard as a brick, bobbing up and down with every sharp breath Xander managed to take.

"Yes," Riley said menacingly, "a cock sucking would be nice. Wouldn't it?" Grabbing the mask he undid the zipper and before Xander could react, had his prick stuffed into Xander's mouth. "You better suck me right, you disgusting thing."

Holding Xander's head with a hand on each side, Riley started to rock back and forward fucking the masked face in a constant rhythm. "Yes, you fucking monster. Suck me. You like it, don't you? It's what you've always wanted. I know. Suck me harder!"

Xander licked and sucked frenetically as he jerked off, concentrating on matching Riley's rocking motions to his own hand's stroking of his dick. He no longer cared about anything except getting off. The pressure in his balls was excruciating and he knew he had to come before it killed hiis wis whole body hurt, the bites and his asshole burning like fire, but the pain only served to make him hotter and harder.

Xander closed his eyes and instead of Riley, all he could see was the blond vampire standing above him, with his fangs bared and his cock in Xander's eager mouth.

'Yes,' Xander thought as he started to come hard and increased the pressure on the dick in his mouth, 'I want all of you inside me! I can suck you better than anyone ever did, Spike.'

Riley started to come and Xander swallowed all his juice in, still lost in his Spike fantasy world.

With the last long thrust Riley cried out, his voice distorted and thick with lust. "Spike!"

THE END