How To Cheer Up a Depressed Slash Writer

How To Cheer Up a Depressed Slash Writer
or: Plotless Smut for the Criminally Depraved
by Kayla


Disclaimer: But...but...they're just trying to cheer me up! It's not like I'm gonna keep 'em!

Xander glanced up from his comic book as Spike ran a hand down his bare back. "What's up?" Then he rolled his eyes. "And I mean, besides you. Damned insatiable vampire..."

"S'not my fault! Talk to Kayla, she's the one who's got us going at it all the time!" He pouted.

"Yeah..." Xander grinned. "Gotta thank her for that sometime."

"Hmm..." Spike licked his lips. "Y'know, pet, I hear tell she's feelin' all depressed. Think we can do somethin' to...brighten her day?"

Rolling over, Xander smirked up at his lover. "Well, I dunno. What do you have in mind?"

With a growl, Spike pounced onto the bed, straddling Xander. Leaning down, he nuzzled the human's neck, licking softly. He nibbled at an earlobe, then whispered, "Somethin' along the lines of shagging our brains out, maybe?"

Groaning, Xander pulled the blonde closer, hands already working to tug off his shirt. "Sounds...god yeah, do that again! Sounds good to me."

Spike cheerfully repeated his actions, twisting the stiff little nubs of Xander's nipples. He let go of the warm flesh just long enough to help in tearing his shirt off, then immediately took up where he'd left off. Thankfully, Xander was only wearing boxers, and he was doing an admirable job of squirming out of them without the use of his hands.

Hands which were-- "God, yes pet!" Somehow, those hands had managed to wriggle their way down the back of his jeans, a task the vampire would have considered impossible considering how tight they were. But there they were, firmly kneading his ass, one finger snaking its way down, further, and...

Spike hissed, bucking forward as that finger decided to plunge itself inside his body. With a snarl, he wrenched himself up and frantically unbuttoned his jeans, yanking the zipper down. Grunting, he tried to kick the restricting material off without dislodging that finger. That absolutely wicked finger that was even now mercilessly stroking over his prostate.

Xander tried to help out, using his unoccupied hand to shove at the jeans that were impeding his fondling of Spike's ass. After a few minutes of contorting themselves, the two were finally sliding against each other, skin to skin.

Hoping to encourage further exploration, Spike spread his legs wide, splaying himself open as he lay on top of his lover.

Taking the hint, Xander brought two more fingers into play, frowning when they were refused ent entrance. With a snarl of frustration, he sent his other hand groping on the floor, praying fervently that his memory was correct.

Thankfully, it was, and he snatched the tube up, flicking it open and bringing it around to squirts its slick contents onto his still probing fingers. This made things much easier, and Xander happily went to work stretching and filling.

Spike was moaning constantly now, humping against Xander, making their cocks bump together repeatedly. He began sucking frantically at Xander's collarbone, raising a livid red mark. Frustrated at the human's slowness in escalating the encounter, he sat up, batting Xander's hand away from him.

Xander glared, reaching out again, only to find himself thwarted once more. Eyes narrowed, he opened his mouth to complain, unable to do so when it was abruptly filled with Spike's tongue.

Spike just knew Xander was going to say something and ruin his fun, so he had the foresight to make sure the human's mouth otherwise occupied. Shifting slightly, he reached under himself and took hold of Xander's erection. With a practiced movement, he lifted his hips and slid down on it, swallowing Xander's gasp as the man found himself encased inside his lover's body.

Deciding that Spike had a much better idea about all this, Xander settled his hands on the vampire's hips, coaxing him into movement. They continued kissing, tongues dueling gently as they rocked together.

Spike clutched at Xander's shoulders as he moved, twisting his body so his prostate received a good workout. He squeezed tight, muscles clenching around the welcome invader, and Xander let out a hoarse, muffled shout. Spike smirked inwardly and did it again.

Xander tore his mouth from Spike's. With an evil gleam in his eyes, he nudged the vampire's head to the side, exposing his pale neck. He nuzzled the smooth skin briefly, then bit down. Hard.

Spike let out a strangled yell, his entire body tensing. The subtle scent of his own blood teased at him, and he could feel Xander suckling deeply from the minor wound. Whimpering, he shuddered, his climax tearing from him.

Xander was glad that his action had the anticipated result, because he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer himself. Especially not now with Spike's muscles spasmodically milking his cock. He crushed Spike's mouth to his once more, thrug deg deep as he came inside his lover.

Spent for the moment, they lay there, Xander panting harshly as he clasped a completely limp vampire to his chest. He snickered.

"Hmm...wah?"

Kissing Spike's nose, he asked, "So, think that performance cured her bad mood?"

Snorting softly, Spike struggled to lift his head. Achieving this monumental feat, he winked at Xander. "Well, luv, if not...we can always give it another shot."

"Yeah?"

Spike wiggled, grimacing at the sticky, cooling mess between them spread about. Then he smirked, nipping Xander's chest lightly. "Oh yeah."

Xander let out a soft cry as lips pursed around his nipple, blunt teeth biting down ever so softly. His hands flew up to tangle in silky hair. "No arguments here."

Finit