WARNING: m/m sexual activity. Adult language. Story is generally
EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT THIS CHAPTER.
SUMMARY: 10 Years after the fall of Sunnydale, Xander has
distanced himself from his past life until a demon forces him to look
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Spike immediately scooped the human up, flung him over his
shoulder fireman style, and made a dash for the bedroom.
When he arrived he tossed him down and Xander landed
on his back with a 'plop'.
"Damn, Spike. Drunk human here. Unless you want me to barf
before we ever get started I suggest you go a little easier."
Xander rolled over and hoisted himself up on his elbow. He watched
as Spike hurriedly undressed, chucking boots, shirt, pants.
"You know Spike, we probably shouldn't do this. I mean I feel
kind of guilty. We're supposed to be finding those missing men and
instead here I am, about to have sex with the one man I have spent
years dreaming about. Having sex with."
Xander scowled and tried to decide if that sentence made sense.
Spike stood by the edge of the bed, stark naked, with his hands
on his hips and his cock pointing northward like the Washington
monument. He had been dreaming about sex? With Spike?
After giving it a quick thought, he decided reason was the path to take
with Xander. Immediately his face softened and he slithered onto the
bed, on his side, facing his about to be nummy.
Xander grinned at the nickname and Spike knew he was headed in the
"This is a very stressful situation. I can't stand to see my Xanny all
Xander aimed his drunken gaze up and gasp. Spike was beautiful.
Blue eyes that held so much concern looked down on him and he
wondered if the vampire was putting him in a thrall. Xander decided
he could live with being a thrall and rolled over on his back like a puppy.
Spike grinned and his fingers started popping shirt buttons.
"We are all going to stop this demon and save your friends but
we can't do it this very second can we?"
Xander gave that some thought and shook his head.
"See? Now, you just put yourself in Spike's hands and let him make
you feel all better. O.k?'
Xander settled in and grinned like a loon.
Spike relaxed and went to work. He threw his leg over the human and
straddling his torso, tugged the shirt off him. With admiration, Spike
ran his cool hand across the strong muscular chest.
He flicked his thumbs over the pink round nipples till they hardened
into sensitive pebbles. Spike's fingers dug in to the thick, dark chest
hair, each tug sending sharp, nearly painful sparks through Xander's
body and warming his crotch.
"Shit, Xan, you're perfect. So strong, so pumped."
Spike leaned down and flicked his tongue over first one nipple then the
other, alternating between sucking, nipping and blowing cool air over
the heated flesh. Xander's chest now rose and fell erratically with the
gasps of passion.
Xander squirmed and whimpered, his hands tried to work their way
underneath the vampire to remove his pants but the blond wouldn't
move, he just chuckled the the humans frantic attempts.
Finally, Spike took pity and lifted himself up. Immediately, Xander
unfastened his trousers, ignoring the wet spot on the front, and wrestled
them low enough to free his cock and scoop out his heavy balls.
"Oh, God, that's better."
With one hand around the base of his cock, the other went
to the top of Spike's head and pushed down.
"Suck me, please Spike. I want to see you suck my cock."
It was a mental picture that sent electric charges shooting down
Xander's spine. He loved having his cock sucked. Feeling a man's
tongue lick and lap at the shaft while the lips latched on with an
almost painful suction.
No woman could understand what really made it good.
Although, he had to admit, Anya gave it a hell of a try.
Spike smirked evily, making no move toward the cock that Xander
was frantically stroking. Instead he moved forward placing his knees
on either side of Xander's shoulders.
"Fuck, yeah, a good blow job is just the thing, innit?'
Spike held his dick between this thumb and forefinger. Tipping forward,
he slapped one hand on the wall above the headboard and pushed his
wet, dripping cock toward Xander's mouth smacking it against his face
leaving wet streaks of precum.
"Open up, Xan. Eat my fuckin' meat."
"SHIT! Spike, I....."
Before he could protest, argue or thank the vampire, the biggest
cock he had ever seen was shoved into his mouth. Immediately he
Spike jerked forward. Releasing his cock, he placed his hand on the
cheek of his ass and rocked himself. He wanted to ram down the
humans throat, he wanted to violently fuck his face till the convulsions
in his throat squeezed the orgasm from him, but he didn't because this
was Xander. This was too good to ruin. This was what he wanted as
much as needed.
He watched the human's face turn red as he struggled between breaths.
He also knew the man was fucking his own fist behind him and it wouldn't
take him long. He looked down into the brown eyes that stared back
up at him and knowing that this was Xander Harris drove his need to
cum even higher.
Spike wanted to fuck him in the ass. He wanted to shove his hard, aching
cock so far up the human's hot, living hole that when he shot his load,
Xander would taste it on the back of his tongue for a week. He wanted
to fill his bowels with cool vampire cum then ram a butt plug in him to
hold it in place.
He wanted all that and in the far corners of his still functioning brain cells
he knew what he really wanted was just Xander. He wanted hugs and
kisses. The poetic soul wanted romance. Next time.
This time he couldn't have stopped if Buffy herself walked in on them.
With a stake.
With a cross carved on it.
With holy water dripping out of her cunt.
"Yeah, just like that. I know it's a lot, just take as much as you can.
Fuck, lick the head. Shit, ow, damn, bite it again, like that, harder,
oh fuck, that's good. Jesus, Xan I want to cum in your mouth. I
want to look at you and watch you swallow my cum. Can I do that?
Can I shoot my wad in your mouth?"
Xander wanted to answer.
He wanted to shout "YES! YES! HELL, YES!"
But doing so would mean releasing the most wonderful thing he had
ever had on his tongue.
The taste, the smell, the incredible feel of the cool slick flesh slipping
and sliding between his lips, it was all pure Spike.
His right hand desperately stroked as the familiar tingle tickled low
in his sac. He knew it was full and heavy and it wouldn't take much
more for it to explode in an orgasm that promised to hurt clear down
to his toes.
Spike had lifted himself up and was now actively fucking his cock
in and out, bouncing off the inside of Xander's cheeks aimlessly.
With his free hand, Xander reached between Spike's legs and
wiggled his fingers between the vampire's butt cheek.
"Hell, yeah, you gonna finger me? You want to finger fuck my arse
while I fuck your mouth? Do it, Baby. Push them thick fingers in my hole."
Suddenly it all overwhelmed him. Opening his eyes, Xander knew, even
drunk he knew, this was no cheap imitation. This was Spike.
The one and only.
Roughly, he shoved his second finger deep into Spike's body. At the same
time he gave one last squeeze as he fucked his fist and he let the huge
cock hit the back of his throat where he swallowed around it.
The feeling of the head of his dick being tweaked by the hot wet muscles
of the man's throat was the finishing touch. Quickly he grabbed the base
of his cock to stop himself from jamming it deep and causing permanent
At that moment, Spike felt the hot spunk splatter against his cool round
butt and he let loose with a load of his own. He pulled out and watched
in wonder as Xander tipped back his head and blissfully laid with his
mouth open as Spike filled it with cum.
Like a baby bird waiting for a worm.
Pulse after pulse it shot stringy blobs of milky white passion that hit the
calm, tan face. It coated his tongue, dripped off his nose and several
drops landed on his chin. What missed was quickly licked up and eaten.
As the last shudder ran through him, Spike shook the last drop off into
the eager hungry mouth. He then leaned over and stuck his tongue in
the gooey puddle, sharing a kiss that tasted of his passion and Xander's
happiness. Ravenously, he licked it out as he felt the last of the warm
seed drip off his backside.
It never occurred to Xander that he had been able to cum without saying
a word and the 30 minute time limit was forgotten. They both knew that
Spike would be staying.