Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Set: whenever, pick a season, any season..its just sex in the kitchen
Summary: Xander comes out, Spike gets nekkid, thereís monkey business.
Spoilers: none
Feedback: Hell yes, but be gentle with me.
Note: my first go at any fiction. I just know Iím gonna regret this. It seemed like a good idea at the time though.

DISCLAIMER... None of the characters are mine. Shocking, I know. Also not making any money... and the surprises just keep coming. Joss Whedon (bless his little cotton socks) & Co own EVERYBLOODYTHING. I'mnotworthy I'mnotworthy. No breaches of any illegal breachable thing are intended. It's all done out of love, obsession, hero worship and horniness.



And Then Some


by
Kimalis


Xander thought it was going ok. The Big One. The Talk. It could have gone either way, but for once things seemed to be in his favour.

Yesterday, it appeared that everyone had had their suspicions; there had been sly looks at him and Spike all through the last Scooby meeting. He thought they'd been discreet. Never sitting together, keeping up a steady stream of insults and snarking, along with many loud complaints about being paired on patrol. Hmm, the Scooby doth protest too much, methinks. Oops. So then it had just become a matter of how long he was willing to pretend that he didn't know that they knew. Or, more likely, how long were they going to let him pretend. Xander doubted it would be a problem for any of his friends, all of them would understand. Know that this was a good thing.

Xander looked over now at his 'good thing'. God this was hard. Spike was so close, looking like steaming hot sex on a stick...well room temperature obviously, but still. Sitting there with his hands locked behind his head, making the muscles in his arms jump every now and then, just like they did when he was on top of Xander, bracing himself for....no, no, no. Bad public thoughts. He saw Spike's lips twitch with a hint of that gorgeous smirk. Damn sneaky vampire; he knew Xander was watching. Knew Xander was getting more uncomfortable in the pants region by the second. Spike stretched back in his chair and spread his legs out, reached his arms up above his head letting his shirt ride up just a little. Xander deliberately tore his gaze away and returned to the book he was meant to be reading. To borrow a quaint turn of phrase, bloody git! Wait till he gets home. Xander would teach him not to tease in a room full of family. Perhaps the gods could smile on him just this once? Make Giles say-

"It's late. We've done all we can for now. I suggest everyone go home, get some rest and we'll try again tomorrow."

"Blessed be the G-man, I'm out of here" Xander burst from his seat and headed for the door.

"Xander, wait." Willow called, running after him.

That had been the moment the hinges loosened on the closet door.

While everyone else had their suspicions and kept them to themselves, Willow had outright guessed. On their way out the door, she had snagged his hand, pulled him into a hug and whispered to him, "I get what's going on, I haven't seen you this happy for a long time. Pretty soon I'm gonna want some details mister." Xander chuckled as Willow pulled away, blushing furiously. "Oh...oh...but not those kind of details. The G version will be fine."

He hugged her again and kissed her cheek. "I promise. Soon Will."

So here he was a day later and, rather than waiting to be caught out or perhaps confronted on someone else's terms, Xander had decided to have a sit down fess up with Buffy over coffee in his kitchen the next day. The Big Talk was going surprisingly well.

"So you're cool about all this?" he asked.

Buffy smiled reassuringly at him. "I get it Xan. I'm not so far up myself that I can't see how happy you've been, or that I think the occasional, and rather obvious `gun in your pocket' was for me." At Xander's horrified expression she quickly continued.

"All thoughts of weaponry aside, you know you can talk to me about anything Xan. I promise I'll listen. Ok...well unless you start talking about the ewwy bumpy grindy parts, because...hey....it is Spike. And did I mention EEWW?"

Xander chuckled at Buffy's expression, as she determinedly tried to avoid the visual. Xander however, allowed himself a quick mental image and felt that familiar tingle of heat shoot through him.

"So it's all good?" he asked, a hopeful expression playing across his face.

"S'good. We're good," she smiled at him, reaching out to give his hands a squeeze. "Just..."

"Just...?" Here it comes, Xander thought, it was too easy. His heart sank. He just knew there would be a huge `but' in there somewhere. Nothing was ever that simple for him.

"Now that everyone knows, and you guys are...well...`out' ...is there going to be public smoochies?" Buffy's nose wrinkled up at the thought. "Cause, you know, I have no problem with you guys but I just don't think I'm ready to actually see the smoochies."

Relief flooded his face as he realised he'd been worried for nothing. "Geez Buffy. scare a man to death why don't you!"

"So...will there?"

Xander grinned, recalling the vampire's `smoochies'. Although he would never dare use the term anywhere near Spike. "Oh....oh yeah, there will definitely be that," he said. At her poorly hidden shudder he decided a little payback would be in order and added with heavy lidded eyes and a dreamy voice, "Smoochies and then some. He is soooo hot...have you seen his muscles Buffy? Oh man, he has 'em everywhere and you should see the ones on his-"

"NO, nonono....not listening," Buffy shouted sticking her fingers in her ears and humming loudly.

Xander leaned across the table, up in Buffy's face, "And his cheekbones, they are to die for! Have you ever seen anything like them? Oh and his eyes are the deepest blue....mmmm. Yeah Buff he's so hot, there's gonna be smoochies alright"

"Arrgghh! Patrol, time to patrol," Buffy threw back her chair, grabbed her coat and charged out the door. "I think I need to really, really kill something," she tossed over her shoulder as the door swung shut behind her.

Xander laughed, "Score one for the Xan man!"

"Smoochies?" drawled a voice from behind Xander.

Xander jumped and turned to see Spike lounging against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. "Ah...I thought you were going to wait in the bedroom."

"Got bored didn't I?" Spike's dark eyebrows raised as he pushed off the wall. "So... apparently I am quite the hottie."

Spike began a slow stroll towards Xander, hips and shoulders rolling with every step.

"Well, as a matter of fact," breathed Xander. He took in the sight of this man clad in his standard faded black jeans and tight black T, barefoot, soft un-gelled hair beginning to curl a little. "I think you left the hotties lagging far, far behind. I'm thinking....thermonuclear?"

"Romantic," Spike smirked.

"Hey, shut up. What else is hotter than hot?"

"Just me."

"Oh yeah." Xander watched the muscles ripple under Spike's shirt as he poured himself across the room. How does he do that? Xander imagined he would look like a complete idiot if he tried to walk like that. Had, in fact, according to the hallway mirror. But Spike.....oh boy.

"You like my eyes," Spike held his gaze with stormy blue, passion-filled eyes.

"You like my cheekbones," he said, tracing one finger down the angular side of his face.

Xander tried to find the voice to agree but could only manage shallow gasping breaths as he watched his lover sinuously twisting and turning his way around the furniture.

"Spike..." he murmured on a long exhalation.

Spike touched his hands to the hem of his black shirt. "And you like my muscles." He slowly lifted one side of the fabric, displaying low slung jeans and the defined hip that had Xander's mind in a spin.

Xander nodded in agreement, his eyes glued to Spike's shirt.

He watched as the pale hands with long slender fingers ran along the sliver of flesh between waist band and shirt. As those hands pushed the shirt higher, revealing hard, toned abs. As the fingers ran along the dips, over the navel and Xander was finally able to form words.

"Spike, I wanna touch."

Taking a step towards Spike, one hand reaching as though to join Spike's, Xander let out a moan of disappointment as Spike froze and motioned him to be still.

"Uh uh, love. Stay" Spike turned his back to Xander, exposing a little more of himself as he lifted the shirt higher. Deliberately flexing his muscles as he prowled, taking the longest route around the room.

Xander felt a familiar tingle spread through his body as he watched the play of muscles. Spike was halfway to him but was taking his sweet time. Oh yeah, thought Xander. There is going to be smoochies. Right before I fuck this man into next week.

Crossing his arms and lifting, Spike slowly peeled the tight shirt from his body, making sure he twisted, contorted and flexed every inch of the way. Spike slowly closed the gap between himself and his boy, stopping just out of Xander's reach. He dangled the shirt from one finger and let it pile in a heap at Xander's feet. Xander watched the fabric fall to the ground then slowly raked his eyes back up Spike's body, lingering over the longed-for muscles.

"Spike, let me...please," Xander begged in a soft voice. Again he took a tiny step and reached out to his lover, this time Spike didn't stop him. Xander's fingers brushed across the edge of black denim.

Spike continued to watch him through downcast eyes, his hands firmly jammed into his own back pockets. Neither man moved closer. Xander's fingers traced a line from waistband to navel, his thumbs pressing in to the indentation, hands splaying across the taut skin above. Spike drew an unneeded breath as those hands softly slid and came to a stop on his chest, his thumbs stroking at Spike's nipples.

"You are so beautiful," Xander said as brown eyes locked with blue.

Spike closed his eyes as Xander's strong, warm fingers began ghosting over his cheeks, following the sharp lines, stroking along his jaw, throat, and collarbone. Those same hands lightly gripping his shoulders as Xander stepped in and filled the small space between them. Warmth moving now, as those hands slid from his shoulders, down the soft skin of his back to close over his wrists and draw Spike's hands from his pockets. Their fingers entwined together as Xander brought Spike's hands to his mouth, pressing a feather-light kiss to each of the cold, white fingers.

A blazing fire was spreading through Xander's body. He felt the heat radiating from his centre, coursing down his arms and legs. He pressed the length of his body to his lover, trying to share the warmth that was so all-consuming he thought Spike must feel it too.

Spike watched Xander's lips on his fingers and felt a surge of emotion at the tenderness his boy bestowed. Spike knew he was loved, but after a century or more of violent passion, it still took him unawares when his new love showed such gentle care.

Spike untangled his fingers and reached for the buttons at Xander's chest. Xander's hands fell to his sides as he was slowly divested of his shirt. Xander knew Spike's fingers were cool to touch but they seemed to leave a burning streak in their wake.

Spike sighed and took in the wonder of his boy. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to a warm, soft and smiling mouth.

The kiss began gently, tenderly, but soon the pressure of hard chests, hips and thighs demanded more. Tongues thrusting, hands crawling, touching, kneading, hips grinding and they both gave in to their needs.

Xander wrenched his head back, "Air, air," he panted. "You really do take my breath away."

"Breathe while you still can love," Spike's voice whispered against his ear, the tickling sensation washing over him. Xander felt cool hands at his waist, opening his button and, tooth by tooth, lowering the zipper.

Spike's moist lips and tongue slid down Xander's throat and he kissed and nipped a trail further down Xander's chest while his hands slid beneath loosened jeans and down the sides of the boy's legs. Both Xander's clothes and his lover dropped to the floor at his feet.

Xander groaned at the sight of lust-filled blue eyes staring up at him and the feel of soft cool hands stroking the sensitive skin behind his knees. Spike's hands began a slow crawl up along the backs of Xander's thighs, his lips kissing an identical path up the front.

Stopping to bury his face in a warm groin, Spike inhaled deeply. His hands slid around to rest lightly on Xander's hips. Xander twisted his fingers through Spike's hair, trying to guide Spike to his cock but also wanting to let Spike set the pace.

Spike pulled back, locked his eyes on Xander's and demanded, "Watch."

Xander nodded his obedience. Brown eyes, darkening with desire, fixed on full pink lips. Spike's tongue slowly crept out and touched lightly to the tip of Xander's erection. Swirling around the head, bringing lips closer to touch, enclose and slide to the base of Xander's cock. Spike stilled his head, but his tongue worked, tasting the warm satin skin, his throat convulsed sending shivers through his lover.

Xander groaned and threw his head back. Xander felt a sudden cold as Spike withdrew his mouth.

"Uh uh love, I said watch." When Spike was sure he had Xander's attention again he attached his lips to the head of Xander's cock and sucked hard as he slid his mouth slowly to the base. One hand wrapped around Xander's balls, gently rolling them while the other stroked the sensitive skin behind.

The feeling of Spike teasing him with his tongue, sucking and swallowing around his throbbing cock was almost too much for him and he began to tense.

Spike slowly began to pull away, his tongue twisting and lapping leaving a wet trail from base to tip. The soft pad of Spike's thumb brushed against the pearl white drops gathered at the slit, spreading it over the tip of Xander's cock.

"No...don't stop now," Xander pleaded as Spike climbed to his feet.

"Sshh, keep watching, love"

Xander felt the air now cold against his wet erection, but knew there was no way he would lose this hardness as he watched the beautiful man in front of him. Spike moved a step away, peeling his jeans down his muscular legs and kicking them aside.

Gloriously naked, Spike backed into the table, sat and braced himself. Slowly he lifted his knees, hooking his heels over the edge of the table and exposing every inch of himself to Xander's covetous stare.

"You like?" Spike asked with a tilt of his head.

"I love," Xander told him with a husky voice, full of longing.

"You want?"

A soft moan, "Always."

"So take."

Xander needed no more encouragement. One long stride placed him between Spike's open thighs; his hard length pressing against Spike's equally hard erection. Spike wrapped his legs tightly around Xander's waist, squeezing and urging him on.

"Spike ...lube..."

"No love, feel it...I'm ready for you" Spike guided Xander's hand and the boy could feel the slick trickling from Spike's body.

Surprised brown eyes met want-filled blue. "Oh...how did you-."

With a shrug of one shoulder and a twitch of one eyebrow Spike stated simply, "Evil remember. And I told you I was bored."

Xander leaned in and whispered against Spike's lips. "Slut"

"Yeah, but you want me."

Xander licked across Spike's lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. "You've no idea how much."

Spike collected some of the spilled lube and quickly swiped it up and down Xander's cock. "So stop talking about it and show me."

Gripping Spike's thighs Xander pressed himself against the slippery hole. When he would have eased in carefully, Spike had other ideas. "Don't be shy now love," he said, flicking his hips and jerking forward to impale himself completely. "You can't hurt me."

Xander's breath caught as he felt himself slide into Spike's cool, tight channel. He stilled for a moment, calming himself. With feelings this intense, it was highly likely the show would be over before it even began. That initial rush of feeling began to subside and Xander started a slow, steady rhythm in and out of his vampire.

"Oh... fuck Spike. You feel so good. Want this to last." Xander gripped Spike's thighs, driving himself deeper.

"That's the way. Just like that. Fuck me Xan." Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's neck, pulling him closer crushing the boy's lips with his own and plunging his tongue into Xander's mouth.

Xander responded, twisting his tongue around Spike's, thrusting in and out of his mouth, tasting the love, desire and need and sharing his own. His cock sliding in tempo with his tongue, drawing moans and gasps from his lover.

Spike pulled away from the kiss and with his legs locked firmly around Xander, he slowly lay himself back down on the table. Arms raised above his head, back arched, body flexing, swollen cock twitching and dripping; he knew exactly how this sight would affect his boy.

"Oh, you are so fucking gorgeous" Xander panted. His hands loosened their grip on Spike's legs and slid up along his body to the hard, muscular chest. Xander teased Spike's nipples between thumb and finger, rolling, twisting, pinching and loving the sounds he could wring out of this man.

"Xander...I can feel you, so hot inside me. Fuck me harder Xan." Spike dug his heels into Xander's back, urging him to thrust harder and faster.

Xander increased the pace, almost pulling out completely before slamming himself balls deep into Spike. He reached down with one hand and rubbed his palm across Spike's belly slicking his hand in the pool of fluid. He took a firm hold of Spike's cock before beginning a stroke up and down it's smooth length, matching the movements to the thrust of his cock.

"You're gonna come so hard for me Spike, you're gonna scream for me."

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck." Spike was writhing and twisting under Xander, hands grasping at the table behind his head.

Xander's other hand snaked around behind Spike's shoulders pulling him back upright against Xander's chest. Xander continued to plunge in and out, angling to hit Spike's prostate on each stroke, working faster as he felt his own orgasm building. He tightened his grip on Spike's cock as he felt the vampire's muscles begin to clench around him. Spike was panting unnecessary breaths against Xander's lips, making all those sounds Xander loved to hear - gasps, moans, nonsensical syllables that told Xander he was doing this just right. Making his vampire lose control.

"Gonna come...oh god." Spike's fingers dug into Xander's shoulders and his thighs gripped like a vice. His muscles spasmed around Xander's cock and Spike slammed his lips to Xander's as he shot his release into the warm hand.

"You haven't screamed for me yet baby, but you will." Xander lowered his mouth to Spike's neck, licking and nipping as Spike's continued to shudder against him. Two more hard thrusts were all he needed and Xander shoved his cock deep into Spike as he came, hot come flooding into Spike's channel. As Xander rode out his orgasm his teeth found the soft skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder and bit down hard. His teeth broke through the skin and Spike's blood oozed into his mouth

"HOLY FUCK! XANDER!," Spike screamed as a second, more powerful orgasm tore through him. He clung to Xander holding the boy's head firmly against his neck.

"Spike! Oh Christ Spike, so fucking amazing," Xander licked and sucked at the already healing wound on Spike's neck, revelling in the taste and feel of the spicy blood tingling in his mouth. He could feel the power of it, intensifying his orgasm drawing it out to an unimaginable length.

Both men were panting, Xander dripping beads of sweat onto Spike. He pulled out and both sighed at the loss of that contact. They sagged against each other, lips and tongues coming together in a slow deep kiss.

"You screamed," Xander said, smiling against Spike's lips.

"You bit me."

"You loved it."

"I love you."

"I could taste it." With Spike's legs still locked behind him, Xander wrapped his arms around Spike and lifted him off the table. Spike held on to Xander's neck while his lips claimed his lover's again. Spike gave everything he had trying to convey the strength of his feelings. His love, devotion and raw passion. Xander returned it in kind as he walked them both into the bedroom.

"Bed now, Blondie. We're not done yet."




The End



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