Xander and Spike have Sex

Xander and Spike have Sex
by: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: If they be mine may lightening strike me. I remain unstruck thus they do not belong to me.

Author Notes: This started as an attempt to write chapter fourteen of my story "No One is Innocent" and despite my attempts to keep them from it, the boys wanted to have sex. Don't worry if there are referances you don't get. I'm just purging my soul of the smut temporarily. Hopefully the actual chapter won't be nearly as smut-ridden.
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“I love a man who has priorities.” He said. “Wouldn’t my mother be proud?”

“Clothes, Spike.” I stand and order. He looks up at me innocent and curious. I was at once on my guard. He lay back on the bed and slowly removes his sweats.

“Wot? Take them off?” I chuckle and watch the show. He shoved his pants down to his knees and drew a hand back up to his groin. He throws one arm behind his head and wraps the other around his dick. He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows, asking if I want him to continue. I do. I really do. But we need to stop Beatrice. He needs to get dressed. I need to stop watching his hand sliding up and down on his cock. I look up into his eyes that are challenging me to take advantage of him, to-oh god my pants are a little too tight for me to think coherently and my boyfriend is so not helping matters. He licks his lips again and runs his hand up and down his cock slowly, clearly enjoying the feel of his hand and my eye on his penis. He wiggles a bit and the sweats fall completely off of him. His eyes are closed and he's being lazy about playing with himself. He bites down on his lips and every muscle and tendon in his neck strain. He brings his other hand down and rolls his balls a little. "Xander, come here." He says, spreading his thighs a little. I take a step forward. He's looking at me, his blue eyes dark with arousal. "Take off your shirt, slowly." I do as he tells me, my cock tight against my baggy jeans. Spike hasn't let up on his cock but the hand that was playing with his balls has moved lower forcing his legs further apart. "Suck your fingers." He orders in a deep voice which hitches on the word 'fingers'. I stick two fingers into my mouth and suck hard. "Bloody hell." He raises his legs and digs his heels into the bed. I can't take it anymore and open up my pants with my free hand and, getting frustrated with how slow that takes, take my hand away from my mouth to move the fabric away from my erection. Spike squirms on the bed, watching me. I grin. He exhales. I lick my lips as he inhales sharply. Spike only breathes when he's so far gone he forgets about self-control. I shuck off the rest of m clothes. I need skin to skin contact and I need it now.

"Spike." He nods, his hand practically a blur on his dick, moving the foreskin back and forth frantically. I suck on my fingers again as he moves his balls out of the way and spread his legs as far as they go until he's practically in a split. I lean over him and stick my fingers into his ass as my mouth connects with his lips. His tongue is moving against mine as I slap his hand out of the way and stroke his dick for him. He groans deep in his throat as his head tilts backward and I latch onto where his pulsepoint would be.

"More." He growls and I push a third finger into his ass and spread them, making him stretched enough to take my cock in. His hands are on my arms and shoulder, trailing down my chest over my nipples as my mouth moves down his sterum. I bite down on one nipple, making him scream breathily. He squirm as I squeeze his cock so that he won't come. "More. More. More, Xander, please! Oh." I let him go long enough to grab the tube of lubericate off the nightstand and squirt some on my hands. I reinsert my fingers into his ass and start to roll his balls in the other. His legs wrap around my neck as his hands grab my hair, forcing me to go lower. I lick the underside of his dick making him moan. He lets go of my hair and I glance up to see that he's dug them into the sheets above his head. I suck the head of his dick into my mouth contemplatively, tasting every nook and cranny. "Please, please, please. He digs his heels into my back trying to get me to go deeper, harder. "Please." My fingers find his prostate as I suck harder. His back arches off the bed, impaling himself onto my fingers and thrusting into my throat climaxing. I wait until he's mostly finished and disintangle myself so I can turn him over onto his stomach. Spike's panting hard and thrushing his ass at me as I line my dick up to his hole. I push forward, watching as the muscles swallow my head. I grab his hips and push all the way in. He yells and arches into it. I reach around his hip and start to stroke the renewed erection I find there. It takes a bit but we find a rhythm with me bent over his back and him arching toward me like a giant cat. The sounds we make are disgusting, obscene but it feels too good to stop. "Harder." He slams back and I slam forward to meet him in the middle. We part only to hurdle toward each other in the next moment. "Harder." He commands. I slam forward harder, moving him further onto the bed. "Harder." He growls and I stand up and wrap my hands around his hips and slam into him over and over again. He screams and I hold him still as I force myself into him faster and faster, making sure to hit his prostate every once in a while. He tightens around me, letting me know that he's come again and I fall onto him, flatting him as I rut mindless into the cool channel of his body. He's chanting my name now and I can't seem to get the angle that will get me off so I pull out completely and flip him onto his back. I line myself back up and hurdle back into him as his legs come up over my shoulders and his hands grab my hips. I fuck him deep with short, hard strokes that jolt his body against the bed. He's wearing his bad boy face, the one that tells me that he's this side of pain and it feels so incrediable. I lean in and bite a nipple making him arch against me, hard again. He tightens around me rhythmically, trying to make me come.

"Need more than that, Spike." He huffs through his open mouth and licks his lips. I fall forward with that silent command and kiss him. He runs his tongue over my tongue and the roof of my mouth and I moan. His legs slid down and lock around my forearms behind my back, trapping me in a circle of his body, undulating into him like an animal. His hands are on my face, locking me to him in every way. I climax hard.

When I come to I'm draped over my lover, my softening dick still trapped inside his ass. "Was it good for you too?" He jokes.

"I love that you can do that to me." I say into his neck which is slick from my sweat because, well, vampires don't perspire. His one hand is carding my hair while the other is wrapped around my shoulder.

"I know you do."

"I love you too."

"I know."

"Alright, Hans. Let me up."

"No. 'M comfy." I pull away far enough to see that he's falling asleep. Damn, this is going to be an uncomfortable position to wake up in. Oh well.

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