Xander is bored. How exactly does he fix this? Hint: Spike enters into the equation somewhere along the way...
This was wrote a while ago... Just a bit of plotless... well, you'll see. I had these posted on fanfiction.net before it made nc-17 a thing of the past...
disclaimer: I only wish they were mine... *sigh*
Xander was bored.
He’d just been fired from another dead end job 'Like I wanted it anyway', Buffy and Willow were off doing college stuff, and dammit there was nothing on TV. Xander sighed, wondered if it would have been different if he’d gone to college. 'Yeah,' he snorted. '‘Cause then I’d be paying rent and tuition, and I’d still probably drop out.' If there was one thing Xander had learned from school was that he hated it.
Wait a sec. Was he... brooding? Yes, by God, he was! “I can’t believe I’m turning into Angel. I so have to get out of here.” He mumbled, grabbing his jacket and placing a stake into one of the inside pockets.
So, where to now? Xander decided to let his feet do the walking, which turned out to be a very bad idea. "I give you some freedom and you take me here? Traitors.” He was in the cemetery, at Spike’s crypt no less.
“Well, as long as I’m here...” He pushed open the heavy oak door and peered inside. He didn’t see Spike, didn’t mean he wasn’t there though. 'Hey! I can steal back my stereo!' His eyes still adjusting to the lack of light, Xander groped around blindly until his hand came into contact with cool silky skin.
“Gyaah!” He yelped as cool arms wrapped around him and held tight. He struggled in their grasp until silk whispered into his ear “What are you doing here, Whelp?”
“Spike! Shit! You scare the life out of me.” The brunette panted. “Gonna get you one of those little bells to tie around your neck.” He wiggled in the vampire’s grasp. “Let me go.”
Spike just held on tighter. “I believe I asked you a question. What are you doing here?”
“Um, came to get my stereo?”
The vampire seemed to think this over The boy already knew he had pawned it off. “No, I don’t think that’s it. Why are you here?” He nuzzled into the warm human neck, scratching blunt teeth over heated flesh. He took great gratification in the first signs of arousal from the boy.
“Looking for Buffy?”
“You know as well as I do that she’s studying with Willow.” He snaked a hand down Xander’s torso, lavishing the feel on tight muscles under the oversized shirt. He never did understand why the boy kept his beautiful body so well hid.
Xander was about to retort when Spike slid those sinfully cool fingers past his belt and into his pants, stopping to wrap around his now hard shaft. The Vampire started to pump in rhythm to Xander’s heart.
“So, if you're not here for Buffy,” stoke, stroke, “and you're not here for your stereo,” pump, pump, “why are you here.” Tongue licked tantalizingly up the boys neck.
Xander giggled. “You sound like a broken record.” He gasped a one perfect fingernail craped over his slit. feels so good He would have come right then, save for the fact that Spike had wrapped those cool fingers around the base of his cock and was holding him back. “Spike, please, I... I need to come, please let me, hurts...”
“Then tell me why you’re here.”
“I was bored, thought I’d” pant “see what you were doing, maybe we could go out for a beer.” Xander finally gasped out, thrusting sharply into the vampire's still hand. “Now let me come, you blonde bastard.”
Spike grinned and resumed his ministrations, grinding his cock into the brunette’s ass. “And here I thought you’d come just to fuck.” The vampire taunted as the boy pressed back against him.
“Well, yeah, that too,” he muttered incoherently. It was almost too much for either to bear.
One final stoke and the boy was coming all over Spike's hand and the inside of his jeans, Spike following seconds behind. Both fell to the floor, exhausted from their coupling. When thought process became possible again, Spike leaned over and whispered in Xander’s ear. “That what you had in mind, luv?”
Xander looked up to him. “Was nice.”
Spike mock raged. “Nice!!!”
Xander smirked. “Oh, I mean it was the bestest sex in the whole wide world, Spikey. You are GOD in bed.” Snicker.
“Pillock.” He noticed Xander’s sleepy eyes. “Get some rest, pet. You’ll need it.”
“Yeah.” He muttered sleepily. “Spike?”
“Next time I want you in me.”
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