Candy

Candy
Written for mamadeb's birthday :D
Word count: 1642
Summary: Spike wants Xander to give him a treat
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue

Xander flopped back onto the barcalounger with his mega sized candy bar. After the day he'd had - topped with breaking up with Anya - he definitely needed the chocolate. As he took a bite, he leaned his head back into the chair and groaned. Damn, that was good.

The back door swung open and Xander opened his eyes just enough to see Spike stagger in. He sat up a little, trying to figure out if Spike was drunk. The blood on his face and the ripped t-shirt told a different story, though. Spike was muttering about demons and their so-called "honor code," so Xander tuned him out.

Shaking his head slightly, he dropped back into his relaxed sprawl and took another bite of the candy, ignoring the various sounds as Spike stripped off the tattered clothing and went into the bathroom.

I don't know why Anya would say that I care more about Spike than her. If I was that worried about him would I still be sitting here? Xander studiously did not think that he wasn't worried because Spike was bitching. He didn't want to think about the fact that he knew Spike's habits well enough to realize that the time to worry was when Spike was being quiet.

The bathroom door opened, letting out a gust of steam laden air, and then there was the tell tale creak of Spike sitting at the end of the sofa bed. "Lemme have a piece of chocolate, Harris. The smell is driving me insane."

"No. You're just going to drop it in your blood or something disgusting like that. Why should I give you any of my tasty treat?"

There was a pause, and then Spike's hand was on his. "Gimme a piece before I just take the whole bloody thing, wanker."

Xander yanked his hand out from under Spike's and shifted the chocolate so that he was holding it out to one side. "It's mine, Spike. If you want some, you go buy your own - oh, wait. You can't buy any because you have no money, not that I actually care."

Spike stood up and reached over him, snatching at the bar. Xander squirmed, trying to keep it out of Spike's reach. "Stop it, Spike!"

They wrestled a few more moments, and then Spike reached a little too far, falling in Xander's lap - and on to the hard on that Xander would have paid any amount of money for Spike to never have found.

"So, what's this then?" Spike asked, grinning as he wiggled.

"Nothing," Xander yelped, trying to dump Spike on the floor. Spike hung on like a barnacle, riding it out.

"If you won't let me have some of your candy, pet, maybe you should let me have some of this, instead..._ Spike continued to shift, and Xander gasped.

""Wh-what do you mean, Spike?"

"Well, can't really get into a good fight with you - the chip won't let me, and a battle of wits with you is pointless as you're an unarmed opponent. Don't really feel like still trying to take your chocolate, but you could give me a treat instead."

"Like what?" Xander squeaked, wishing that a dimensional portal would open up and suck him in. It would be less embarrassing than admitting that his body apparently had a thing for Spike. Of course, he didn't - he hated Spike! But try explaining that to Mr. Happy in his pants.

Spike's ass ground down into Xander's lap, and without dropping the candy bar, Xander grabbed his hip with one hand, holding him still.

"Oh, c'mon, Harris. Your bird and you are quits, and I could really go for some slap and tickle. Aren't you the least bit curious?"

"No." Even Xander had to admit that he didn't exactly sound believable. In fact he sounded downright doubtful.

One more determined wiggle and he couldn't stand it anymore. His hand was still clenched on Spike's hip, but now instead of holding him still, he was encouraging him to find a rhythm. Dropping the candy on the rug, his other hand made its way to Spike's hair, tangling and pulling him down. The first touch of mouth to mouth was electric as Spike opened for him with a moan.

Suddenly, Xander had to feel more, touch more, just more. Grabbing at Spike's tee, he yanked it up, breaking away from his mouth just long enough to pull it over his head. Turning his attention to Spike's nipples, he was a bit unsure and simply ran the flat of his tongue over one. Now it was Spike's turn to grab hair and rasp out, "Harder, Harris. 'M not gonna break."

Sucking the nipple into his mouth, he smiled inwardly at the groan that he got. Deliberately, he bit down, only to have to grab Spike as he thrashed on his lap. "God, yeah..._ Emboldened by his success, he bit again, harder this time.

Spike went still and Xander glanced up, fearing he'd gone too far. He needn't have worried, if the look on Spike's face was any indication. Still, Xander felt like he needed to be sure. "Okay?"

"Uh huh, and if you stop again, I will find a way to rip out your guts."

Strangely reassured, Xander went back to playing - well kind of. He was still a little nervous, because this was several degrees harder than he would have ever dared do with Anya.

It seemed like there was no such thing as "too much" for Spike, though. Everything Xander did was met with moans and groans, and that enticing wiggle.

When Xander couldn't stand it anymore, he urged Spike onto his feet. It was only seconds before they were both naked and Spike was falling backwards onto the foldaway, pulling Xander with him.

"Oomph!" Xander managed to catch himself on his forearms, only to have Spike arch up under him. Naked skin spread out under him, and Xander didn't quite know where to start. Should he kiss here, or bite there, or lick somewhere in between? So he did all three in quick succession, reveling in the soft moans and cries he caused.

Spike's legs spread and his hips tilted up, making his cock bob and jerk. "Oh, fuck, Harris. You're killing me here."

Pulling back, Xander bit his lip. Spike couldn't mean - he didn't - damn, he was gonna have to ask, wasn't he? "What can -" and his hand slid down Spike's stomach and back between his legs to press lightly - "Can I?"

Spike jerked to a half sitting position, his eyes slamming shut and his mouth dropping open for him to pant. After a second, he swallowed thickly and nodded. "Oh, yeah, pet. That would be good."

Grabbing the bottle of hand lotion that he kept on the nightstand for... private entertainment, he coated his fingers with it. He and Anya had tried this, and while they'd not been successful, he knew the basics.

Or at least, he thought he did, except as he slowly breached Spike with one finger, Spike grabbed his wrist. "Not a bleedin' girl, Harris. Not even human. Just fuck me already."

With a low groan, Xander pulled away from Spike just long enough to slick his cock. Pressing it to Spike's entrance, he pushed a little just enough for the head of his cock to slide past the tight ring of muscle.

Pausing to lift one of Spike's legs so that it was draped over his shoulder, he pressed in slowly. Spike had said he could take it, but Xander didn't want to risk hurting him.

Spike snorted in disgust and wrapped his other leg around Xander's waist and pulled. With a yelp, Xander was pulled in all the way. He froze, trying with everything he had not to come right that second. "Stop, Spike! Just - just give me a second or this will be over before it starts."

He rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything. And when Xander finally started moving, Spike grabbed the base of his dick and moaned, "Fuck, yeah..."

It took Xander a minute to find a rhythm that worked, since it was so different than what he was used to. Cool instead of warm, tight grasp instead of wet welcoming - but then Spike clenched down. Xander's hips pushed forward erratically and all thought fled.

Wrapping one hand around Spike's dick, he jerked him in time to his thrusts. The snarking was gone - hell, his ability to speak was gone - and in its place was a determination to make Spike make more of those noises.

When Spike's hand covered his own, tightening and speeding his up, Xander dropped his head with a groan and buried his face where Spike's shoulder met his neck, biting down. It was so good and he wasn't going to last. He wasn't... oh, god... he had to... had to...

Just as Xander thought he was going to come, regardless of what he wanted, Spike cried out, a small breathy moan, and arched up under his hand. As he spilled, Xander gave a cry of his own, following right after.

Falling to one side, Xander panted, trying to catch his breath. Next to him, Spike was doing the same, and as the sounds of breathing slowed and then stopped, Xander drifted off to sleep to the lack of sound.

When he woke, only the tube of slick still on the nightstand and the chocolate bar on the floor confirmed that anything had happened. Spike - and all of Spike's things - were gone. A phone call to Buffy, and Xander knew that he'd moved to a crypt in one of the smaller cemeteries.

When Anya called, Xander apologized and offered dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in Sunnydale. She accepted.