Title: Untitled pointless smut
Rating: NC-17 (I mean that now!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, et cetera ad nauseam.
Notes: My flister sevendeadlyfun was having a bad day and asked for h/c fic, or at least some Spander kink. I wasn't able to provide the first, but to my surprise the second came rather easily. Then I made her beta it, because I suck like that. *g*


Spike was panting heavily, trying desperately not to squirm at the sensations pouring through his body. He lay spread-eagle, each limb cuffed to the legs of the bed as Xander slowly rimmed him. That sharp, wet heat dug deep and he moaned, writhing against the restraints to no avail. A smart slap to his ass made him try to hold still, but it was so hard when that tongue was doing such wicked things to him. He was almost ready to come just from this, and Xander hadn’t even stretched him yet.

As if sensing how close he was, Xander whispered hoarsely, "Don’t come yet, you are not to come until I tell you, understand?"

Spike groaned, and Xander apparently took that as agreement as the tongue went back into his ass for just a moment. Then it was gone and fingers were there, scissoring and twisting, but never hitting his prostate. Xander liked to torture him like this sometimes; drawing it out as long as possible, making him come from the friction alone.

The fingers withdrew; but instead of a blood-hot cock immediately pushing in, Spike felt the restraints on his hands and feet release, and Xander ordered him to flip over. He did so quickly, shock quickly giving way to excitement. This would be the first time they fucked face to face because Xander usually preferred to take him from behind.

Xander knelt between his legs, reattaching the wrist cuffs as soon as Spike was on his back. He began gently massaging the vampire’s thighs, a look on his face Spike had never seen before; he wore a soft smile and his eyes were lit with something almost like tenderness. The sight of that, Xander smiling at him so sweetly, made Spike’s stomach flutter strangely.

"I love seeing you like this, all trussed up for me," Xander said, still rubbing Spike’s thighs. "You’re so beautiful right now, did you know that?" He leaned down and kissed him hungrily, then pulled back and said, "I just want to eat you up." He placed light butterfly kisses down Spike’s jaw to his neck and down his chest, Spike’s back arching as he whimpered.

Continuing down his body, Xander planted kisses and licks along Spike’s torso, sometimes stopping at a spot that made him shiver or moan and working it until he was a quivering wreck. Suddenly he swooped down and bit the tendon between Spike's hip and torso. Spike cursed at the pleasurepain that coursed through him, his cock spurting precome that Xander quickly lapped up.

Spike wanted to beg and plead with Xander to get him off, but he had been ordered not to speak at the beginning of the night. He was moaning almost nonstop now, hoping Xander would take pity on him. It seemed like he would get his wish when he saw him pick up the lube – but instead of coating himself, he slathered Spike’s cock, saying, "We’re going to try something a little different this time."

He straddled the slighter man and impaled himself, sinking down until he was fully seated. Spike gave a choked cry when the tight velvety heat descended on him, thrusting his hips up instinctively and making Xander gasp as Spike hit his prostate. He planted his heels into the mattress, thrusting in a fast rhythm that had Xander moaning. Just when he couldn’t take any more, Xander finally said, "Come on, come for me now," and Spike’s orgasm exploded out of him, throwing him into darkness.

When he came back to himself a few minutes later, Xander was still astride him, nuzzling Spike’s neck and kissing his chest. When he saw Spike’s eyes open, he stretched up and kissed him deeply.

"Was that good?" he asked, and Spike nodded, too wiped to actually reply in words. "Good," Xander said. "Now it’s my turn."

Letting Spike’s soft cock slip out of him, he knelt between his legs again and pulled them up over his shoulders, immediately pushing into Spike’s coolness. Xander started fucking him hard and fast, hitting his prostate with each thrust, sending sparks shooting up his spine. He thrust one last time then froze, and Spike felt the warmth pulse inside him as Xander came. He collapsed onto Spike’s chest, shivering and panting. Spike wanted to hold him but was still handcuffed to the bed.

"Xander, can you let me loose now?" he asked plaintively, and the younger man laughed and released him with shaking hands.

Once he was free Spike wrapped his arms around Xander, rubbing soothing circles on his back as his breathing began to slow. "So, pet," he murmured into the sweaty hair, "got any more fantasies you haven't told me about?"


~fin