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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
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Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X HAU
Rating: Adult
Warning: Contains very adult content. Strong language
and sexual activity of the m/m nature.
Disclaimer: I tried to buy them but they apparently
aren't for sale so I own none of the products or characters
named in this story and make no money from it.

Summary: Kindergarten teacher Xander meets porn star Spike.

Additional notes: Along with the wonderful banner, a big thanks
to the brilliant Petxnd who encouraged me and offered plot
suggestions.






It was an incredibly long day. He tried to immerse himself in the
complexities of water colors, finger paints and flash cards, but it was
no use. He forgot the words to the song they were learning and he
couldn't remember which block of alphabet letters they were
studying this week.
By the time the afternoon bell rang, he was convinced the kids
knew more than he did.

He tried not to stare at Scotty, but now that he knew the truth, it was
screamingly obvious. The boy even had hand gestures and facial
expressions that were so Will, that it was almost comic. Xander
wondered how much of that was nature and how much nurture.

He also wondered how it had happened. Well, of course he knew
'how' he just wonder what the circumstances were. Frankly, Will
didn't seem all that crazy about Miss Rosenburg.
Had they dated? Were they involved?
It was just something else they would have to work out.

Rushing home, he showered, twice, ate a tasteless tv dinner and sat
in front of the television to wait. When the clock finally chimed 9:30,
he leapt to his feet with a resounding "YES!" and ran out the door.

His brain had charged down dozens of different paths, wondering
what tonight was all about. Will said he wanted to talk but why
at the studio? Maybe he was working and wanted Xander to
visit between takes.

Maybe Xander would have to watch. Xander had mixed feelings
about that. He knew Angel wanted Will. Xander could hear it in
Angel's voice when they talked on the phone but Xander didn't
think Angel was a threat. They fucked for business.

Xander hated that but at the same time, it was an erotic sight that
thousands of people would pay good money to watch and masturbate
to. Xander wondered if he could get a copy for free.
Autographed.

Xander pulled up in the front of the huge warehouse-like building.
He was surprised to see it dark, apparently closed, the parking lot
empty. Almost. Xander recognized the car to the side as Will's.

Quickly, crossing the lot, he cautiously tried the door handle which
turned and opened easily. Xander stepped inside. The huge cavernous
building that had been a bustle of activity, was now deathly silent and
dark. Off to the left, Xander saw a small light on at the unoccupied
security desk and he approached quietly.

On the desk was a sheet of paper, lit by the solitary beam of light from
the gooseneck lamp. In red block letters, the note read:

XANDER, MEET ME ON STAGE 1. YOU WILL NEED THIS.
WILL

Xander hesitated before picking up the odd wooden stake. The whole
thing seemed a bit creepy. Confused, Xander followed Will's instruction.
Mimicking his actions of yesterday, he crept silently through the now
dark, spooky hallway, using his hands on the walls. Stopping, Xander
could feel his heart pound in his chest and he called out in a hoarse whisper.
"Will? Hey, you in here?"

His only answer was an odd sound. It was almost like wind whistling,
moaning and what could only be described as chains rattling, which he knew
was absurd. Scrounging up his courage, Xander pressed on.
Finally he arrived at the set area where he had watched the gothic porn
movie being filmed yesterday.
When his eyes adjusted to the dark, he gasp.

The stage was set. The broken, leaning tombstones were all in place
surrounded by tall grass and weeds. The fog machine had filled the
room with a cold, dampness that smelled of a graveyard at midnight.
Blue lights shone dimly from overhead spotlights.

A shiver slid down his spine as a squiggle of glorious fear stirred
inside him.

Xander stood in the center of the scene, his chest threatening to explode,
his breath quick and ragged, his skin covered with goosebumps and his
eyes locked on the creature that lounged against the mausoleum.

His forehead was beautifully grotesque with it's ridges and his hair
was again slicked back. His clear blue eyes were green, the pupils
slitted and catlike and Xander was stunned when Spike removed the
cigarette from his mouth to reveal a row of razor sharp fangs.
His limited costume was the coat and boots he wore for the film.
He was a pure and deadly predator..

Using his raised foot to push away from the fake stone building,
Spike sauntered closer, looking Xander up and down.
"Well, well, what have we here? Seems an innocent human has
wandered into my territory. How lucky can a vampire get?"

Spike circled around behind Xander and sniffed the back of his
neck causing a violent shudder to rack his body. Xander was on
sensory overload and his cock had never been more grateful in
his life. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to drop to his knees
like he had seen Angel do.
He wanted to play along.

"Please, I was just on my way home and I got lost. I have never
been in a graveyard at night. Please don't hurt me."

Will was thrilled. He wasn't sure how Xander would react to this
but from the look in his eyes yesterday, he was fairly sure it was
a good idea.

"Silly human. I won't hurt you. Unless you want me too. I'm a
vampire. I need blood. But, it has been so long since I felt the warmth
of a hot, fresh, sweet human so your death won't come quickly. I have
other.....needsssss."
Spike hissed in Xander's ear as he rolled his nearly naked body
around the dumbfounded human.

"What....what do you want from me?"
Xander's adrenaline was through the roof and he prayed he wouldn't
pass out before he had the chance to enjoy this.

Spike pressed the heel of his hand against the front of Xander's rock
hard cock causing the zipper to dig into his flesh deliciously.

"I want you, human. I want you on your knees sucking my cock.
I want you bent over while I slide inside you. I want to pound my cold
dead vampire cock into your hot, slick, living hole."

Xander stood, head back and arms hanging limply at his sides.
"No, no, you are the evil undead and I am pppure as......oh, fuck."

Suddenly, an idea sparked sharply in Xander's last functioning brain cell
and he threw his arm up, pressing the dull/sharp point of the wooden stake
against Spike's chest.

"BACK! Back you slimy demon or I shall run this wooden weapon deep
into your undead heart. You have chosen the wrong human to attack.
I am no common wayward wanderer. I am Xander, Vampire Slayer!"

Will's cock jerked and drooled at the sudden script rewrite and he knew he
hadn't misjudged this man. He was glad he had taken an afternoon nap.
It was beginning to look like he would need it.
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