Requestor: [info]darkhavens
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Request: Spike/Xander/sextoy Who gets to go (or come) first?
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,478
Warnings: None really. There's a vibrator and a cock ring (but sadly no partridge in a pear tree...yeah, I'll lay off the caffiene).
Summary: Spike's got a surprise for Xander.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters. They all belong to Joss Whedon.
A/N: Whew, it's been awhile since I've written Spander so hopefully this went okay. Anyway, hope you like it, [info]darkhavens!<



This Sexual Feeling


by
Blue Icy Rose



Ping. Ping. Ping.

Xander sighed and looked around for another marble to throw at the pipe across the room. He was bored.

He was beyond bored.

Where the hell was Spike? He’d said he’d be back in a little while and Xander figured that he had to have been gone over a hour by now. He turned towards the clock to confirm this and blinked.

Oh. Okay, so he’d only been gone twenty minutes. But it felt like it had been way longer than that.

Ping.

And why was that anyway? Why did time just seem to slow down whenever you couldn’t wait for something to happen? And how come when you dreaded something, time just seemed to fly by?

Willow would probably know. She always knew all sorts of random things like that. And if she didn’t know, she’d want to find out. Like that whole sore thumb thing. That was one that had bugged her for weeks and the question still randomly popped up.

One foot began tapping against the bed as he stared up at the ceiling.

Where was Spike?

Ping.

“What are you doing?”

“Gah!” Xander shot up, falling off the bed in the process and looked up to find Spike staring down at him with a smirk. “Do you always have to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Sneak up on people! It’s very freaky.”

“Vampire,” was all Spike said as an explanation.

“That’s your excuse for everything,” Xander muttered. “You’re evil, Spike.” He switched to a very bad British accent. “Well, that’s okay, I’m a vampire.” He went back to his regular voice. “Spike, there’s no more chocolate.” Tilting his head, he went back to the British accent. “That’s okay, pet, I’m a vampire.”

Spike stared at him for a few moments. “Xander?”

“Yeah?”

“Never ever try and do a British accent again or I’ll be forced to kill you.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Buffy does a better accent than that.”

Xander gasped and pointed up at him. “Now that’s low. You said she had the worse British accent you’d ever heard.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well that was before I heard yours.”

“Blasphemy.” Xander pushed himself up, brushing off his pants. “So what’d you get anyway?”

Spike lifted a bag, swinging it from one finger as he held it out to Xander who took it. He looked from Spike to the bag and back again.

“You going to look inside or are you just going to stare at the pretty bag?”

“I’m going to open it.” He looked back at the bag. “But the bag really isn’t all that pretty.”

“Xander,” Spike sighed.

“Oh, right.” Xander grinned and opened the bag. He frowned when he saw what was in it. “Scarves. You bought scarves? I thought vampires didn’t get cold. Plus, we live in California.” He continued to dig through the bag, pausing again. “And a ring.” He frowned. “A ring that is never going to fit my finger.”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “That’s a cock ring, love.”

Xander’s eyes widened and he was pretty sure he squeaked when he said, “Oh.”

“Somehow I thought that might be your reaction.” He laughed lightly, pushing Xander back onto the bed. “And that’s not all I got for you.”

He blinked. “It’s…it’s not?”

“No.” Spike shook his head, pushing Xander’s shirt up and over his head. He trailed a hand down Xander’s chest, stopping to toy with the button of his jeans. “But you don’t get to know what else I got until later,” he said, undoing Xander’s pants and pulling them down. He raised an eyebrow. “Ready for me?” He gestured with his hand and Xander could feel a blush building as he remembered his lack of underwear.

He shifted, cursing his ability to blush. “Shut up,” he muttered.

Spike smirked, throwing the jeans to the ground and crawling up his body. “You’re always ready for me.” He trailed a finger up the inside of Xander’s thigh, laughing a bit when his leg jerked. He slid his hands up Xander’s arms, lifting them until they rested above his head. He picked up a scarf and trailed it over Xander’s skin. “Silk,” he said.

Xander stared up at him as he tied one wrist to a bedpost and then moved to do the same with the other.

“This is the real reason you wanted a bed like this, isn’t it? Not because it looks better but because it’s easier to use during sex.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Spike stood, moving back to stare down at him. “You look good like this, luv. All spread out, laid open for me.” He picked up the cock ring and twirled it around a finger before locking it in place, stroking a hand down Xander’s side to soothe him as he hissed at the cold, arching his back a bit. He straddled Xander’s stomach, leaning down so that their faces were inches apart. "Let’s see how long you can last, pet.”

It was tempting to say he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last long but Xander figured that it was better to just keep his mouth shut instead of jinxing himself. Unless he had already jinxed himself. Could thinking of something jinx it? Maybe. With his luck, probably.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a sharp tug on his nipple.

“Agh!” He scowled up at Spike, trying to ignore the fact that he’d gotten harder with that one movement from Spike.

“Pay attention,” Spike ordered with a small smile. “After all, it’s about to get good.” He ground down against Xander, not bothering to hide how hard he was.

“Spike,” Xander groaned. He tugged at his restraints, scowling when nothing happened.

“Impatient already?” Spike grinned.

“I want to touch you.”

One pale hand curled over his collarbone possessively. “You’ll have to settle for me touching you.” He began to twirl his fingers around the nipple he had tugged on. Xander’s breath quickened as he felt Spike’s fingers moving over the sensitive skin. The blood rushed to his cock when Spike began nibbling along his neck.

There was probably something wrong with the situation when a vampire biting along his neck turned him on even more.

Not that that really mattered when it felt so damn good.

He bucked, seeking friction and finding nothing but air. He rolled his hips hoping to get Spike to move lower.

“Damn it, move, Spike.”

He felt the vibration of Spike’s laughter against his skin and damn if that didn’t turn him on even more.

And the bastard probably knew it.

The feel of Spike scooting back, denim scraping over his already sensitive cock, had Xander gasping and his eyes falling shut.

He heard the rustle of the bag and then a buzzing sound. His eyes flew open to stare at Spike.

“A vibrator? You bought a vibrator?”

Spike smirked. “Believe me, you’ve never felt anything like it.” As if to prove his point, he set it against Xander’s neck and dragged it down his chest, circling his navel and down to his hip. Spike moved further back, using his knees to push Xander’s legs open.

He moved the vibrator lower and Xander twisted his body, not sure if he was trying to move closer or not. His head rolled to the side as he gasped, biting his lower lip. He pushed back when Spike circled the vibrator around his entrance and sucked in a breath.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Spike asked, voice low. Xander twitched, breath coming fast in sobbing gasps as he moved the vibrator back up.

“Oh God. Please, Spike.”

“Please what?” he teased.

The vibrations moved throughout his body and he strained upwards into the feeling. The need to come was almost overwhelming now and he pulled at his restraints again, arching up into Spike.

“Spike.”

“You need something?” Spike’s voice sounded like a mixture of amused and strained and Xander knew that even though he enjoyed this, he wanted to do something more.

Xander moaned, the sensations moving through him almost painful. Spike moved the vibrator back to his entrance and snapped open the cock ring, dropping it to the side. He circled his fist around Xander’s cock. He only had to tug a few times before Xander was coming hard over his stomach and onto Spike.

He breathed out. “Wow,” was all Xander said. Spike laughed again.

“Thought you might enjoy that.”

He looked up at Spike, eyes trailing down Spike’s body. “Two things though.”

“What’s that?”

“First, that can’t be good for your duster.”

Spike glanced down. “Bloody hell.”

“And second, untie me.” He grinned. “I want to try that on you.”

Looking up from where he’d been frowning down at the leather of his duster, Spike looked up and smirked. “Yeah?” He moved to begin untying the knots. “I like the way you think, love.”




The End



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