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White Lightnin' 36/37

Title:White Lightnin' 36/37
Author: BmblBee
Rating Adult overall
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and make
no profit from them
Summary: Set in the early 1940's, Spike is a G-man sent on
a mission in the Appalachian mountains to search for
and destroy illegal alcohol when he has an accident.
Xander is a moonshiner who takes him in.



Food and sleep were forgotten. Dissolved away with
the despair and misery he had ridden home with.
Replaced now with hope, love, lust, and confidence in the
future.
All the good things life had to offer were within his reach.

All rolled up in the shape of a short, wiry, muscular man
with soft blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.

Xander tried his best to maneuver them toward the bed
but it was difficult with his mouth plastered over Spike's
and his tongue trying to take up residence on Spike's tonsils.

He wanted it all and he wanted it now.

Sensing his desperation, Spike stepped back.
"I'm not going anywhere, yea? Lets do this right. After all,
I'm all healed and you'd be surprised how flexible I can be,"
Spike wagged his eyebrows.

Xander's eyes glazed over. He scooped Spike up and
carried him to the bed, dumping him unceremoniously.
Spike laughed and stripped off the rest of his clothes.
Xander was already naked and standing by the bed.

Spike slowly stroked his hand up his own cock.
"Am I going to have to do this alone? Cause God knows
I've had plenty of practice."

Xander could not take his eyes off him. How many
nights had he tried to picture Spike just like this.
Eager, loving, and best of all, happy and horny.
It was everything Xander wanted.
It was everything Xander thought he had lost.

He knew despite the fact that he did not deserve it, he
had been given a second chance.
He would not need a third.

Spike watched all the thoughts and emotions play over
Xander's face.
Naked and hard, he waited calmly for Xander to lay
with him.

He could feel the anticipation crawl around in his
belly and settle somewhere between his sac and ass.
The memory of the burn of being entered had him
twitching.

It must be like getting a tattoo. It is a pain you almost
embrace because you know it will mark you permanantly,
forever changing something about you.

At least that's what he had heard on the docks.
That was the talk amoung the men whe had been inked
and stamped. Just as Xander was about to put his
mark on Spike's body and heart.
Forever marking him as "owned"

Finally Xander cupped his balls and ran his
hand over his own thick length as he approached the bed.

Spike held his hand out for Xander to join him.
In a flash Xander pounced.
He straddled Spikes body with his knees at Spike's hips.

Reaching forward he grasped Spike's wrists and pinned
them roughly over his head. Leaning down, Xander
nipped Spike's earlobe almost painfully.

"How many other men have you been with since you
went to the city? How many did you lay down and spread
yourself for?"

Shocked at the sudden shift in mood, Spike struggled to
free himself.
"None, I swear Xan, none."

Nibbling on his neck, Xander growled low into his ear.
"That's good cause if you did I would have to slam myself
deep inside you and flood you with my cum to flush out
any trace of the others. I would have to fuck you ten
times for every other man you were with"

Spike's head fell back and his eyes rolled up.
"Yea, there were dozens, Xan, dozens of men."
Xander smiled against Spike's hair at the obvious lie.
"I love a man that can think fast on his back"
He chuckled deeply.

Xander rearranged himself so that the was laying between
Spike's legs.
Licking and sucking first one nipple then the other, Xander
took extra care to devote an equal amount of time and
attention on each.

Spike was silent hoping Xander would move along a little
quicker.
"Do you remember me sucking your cock, Spike? Did you
jerk off to the memory of it?"

Spike knew Xander would be impressed at the sheer volume
of times he had fisted himself to the thoughts of Xander's
mouth around him, but the lies continued.
"No, I never gave it a minutes thought. Maybe you
could remind me."

Xander sighed dramatically
"I guess I got nowhere else to be for a while, so what
the hell."
Spike wiggled his ass to get more comfortable and
waited for what he knew would be a trip to heaven.

Thank God Xander was the conductor on this train
to Tongueville, cause Spike had a ticket that needed
stamped.
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