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Gangsters

TITLE: Gangsters
S/X do Bonnie & Clyde 3/20

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Overall NC17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named
in this story and have no relationship to the original movie.
Summary: This story was written for the movie challenge at UX.
It is my take on Spike and Xander in Bonnie and Clyde.

Warnings: HAU, Violence, M/M sexual activity.

Please note that these are not the same characters as would
be in BTVS so please don't complain that they would never do the
things portrayed in this story.





As always, hugs and thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.


Finally, much to Xander's dismay, Spike broke contact and leaned back.
He smiled in smug satisfaction at the dazed flustered boy. Xander tried
to remember how to breathe as he stared into the amazing blue eyes and
he touched his fingertips to his lips, feeling how puffy and kiss swollen
they were.

The hormones of need were swimming through his veins and flooding his
cock with every drop of blood his heart could pump. He wanted more.
He wanted to be kissed again but before he could ask, clarity caused
him to glance down and he suddenly wanted to know what the fuck
Spike thought he was doing.

"Spike! Wait! What are you doing?"

Spike never slowed or wavered in his task.
"Thought that would have been obvious, Pet. I'm unbuttoning your trousers.
It seems to be the best way to reach that lovely hard prick of yours."

Xander jutted his hips forward, offering easier access. His arms hung limply
at his sides. His lips said no but apparently his dick was saying, 'hubba hubba'.

"Wait. We don't have time. We have to go. They are looking for us."

Spike paused in his task. He released the buttons on the heavy cotton
and took Xander's face in his hands.

"Look at me, Pet, and listen. The first lesson to learn is that if you want
to beat the coppers, you have to think like them. Now, they just went
by and are trying to find us. Before long, they will realize that we have
given them the slip and they will turn around, probably about the time they
get to the county line. When they do, they will come back past here again.
If we pull out before they return, we are caught. Now, I figure we got at least
10 more minutes and that is plenty of time for me to spill my seed on the
ground. Especially if you help. A man's dick knows his own hand, Xander
and sometimes he just needs a different one. What about you? Ten
minutes enough for you to slop the grass?"

Xander processed the information, agreed with it's infallible logic and
immediately took over the task of freeing his rigid erection.

"Shit, Spike ten minutes is about seven more that I'm gonna need.
I ain't never been this fucking hard."

When his dick was out and tingling with the combined feel of the hot
breeze blowing across the leaking, wet head and his own clammy hand,
squeezing and tugging the rubbery, thick meat, Xander looked over.
What he saw stunned him.

Xander had never actually seen another hard cock. He had seen his father's
limp, sad one and he had sneaked a peek at his cousin, Danny's long soft
one when they had sleep overs but this was a whole new animal. This
was a wood wiener! A creature he had dreamed of but never actually
thought he would have the chance to see close up and personal.

This was his hidden knowledge. It was why he could never get a stiffy
no matter what Anya did or offered to do. In the end it was why she
stopped going out with him. She could no longer hide her shame at being
so unappealing. He wanted to assure her and correct her misunderstanding,
but what could he say?

Could he tell her that he wanted to be pressed into the mattress by a
hard body? That he dreamed of being penetrated like a woman? That he
craved the touch and the feel of a man's hand and a man's hard dick? It
was a shame really. Xander liked Anya and wished they could be friends.
They apparently had a lot in common and could compare notes, but Xander
knew that was probably not a conversation that would go over well so it
was best that they parted.

Xander watched, hypnotized as Spike was slowly stroking. His hand would
slide up causing the foreskin to crown around the head before being tugged
back down. The head was fat, fleshy and nearly purple. Xander stared
at it and unconsciously licked his lips. Without being asked to, Xander
shuffle footed forward till the two cocks were nearly touching.

"Right beautiful you are, Pet. You ever slap pricks before?"

Xander continued to play with himself as he frowned at the question.

"Slap pricks?"

"Yeah, it's a way men like us introduce ourselves."

Spike wrapped his hand around Xander's waist and he jerked the boy
forward. He then held him in place as he whapped his dick back and forth
against Xander's. Xander was stunned at the zing the contact shot through
his body. He was thrilled with Spike's brilliance and couldn't have been
more impressed if the blond had invented the wheel.

Immediately, his whole lower body jerked back and forth as he attempted
to accelerate and intensify the feel, but Spike was ready to move on.
Releasing his own cock, Spike wrapped his cool long fingers around Xander's
and he milked it like a teet.

"Please, touch me Xander. Play with my prick like you do for yourself."

For a moment, the shock of a different hand on his dick short circuited
his brain and Xander sighed, closed his eyes and stopped moving. Quickly
though, the sound of Spike's voice brought him around and he wanted
very much to make Spike feel what he was feeling. With no hesitation,
he gripped Spike's dick and grinned when it jumped in his fist.

For the next few minutes, the danger of the world around them faded
away. Together they stood, staring down at the erotic sight between
them and they went about the serious business of working the flesh.
Every once in a while, one of them would swipe their thumb over the
dripping slit to slick the slide and in response, the other would slap
their cocks together.

The temperature in the hot summer Texas air seem to shoot up several
degrees and both men were covered in sweat that itched in the cracks
of their asses and the creases at the sides of their balls. It dripped from
their faces and clung to their bodies as their concentration intensified.

Together their breathing escalated. Xander could feel the churning begin
in his nut sack and he knew this glorious mountain he was climbing was
reaching it's summit. His grunts and mumbled curses changed to whines
and high pitched whimpers. His body humped and rocked as he chased
the oncoming release.

Spike, too knew he was on the threshold of a blinding, brilliant orgasm
as he felt the muscles in his legs tighten and his stomach quiver. He
squeezed his eyes shut as the sweat stung them. Then in surprise, he
felt Xander pinch the hard bundle of nerves tucked under the swollen
head and it sent him shooting into a crushing, jolting orgasm that spurted
hot wads of sperm that were already flowing and blending with Xander's.

As the jerking and squirting slowed and lessened, both men eased their
grip and slowly, gently milked the last of the juices from the other's dick.
Neither man commented when the sudden cloud of dirt and dust exploded
up from the nearby road and settled down around them.
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