Shaking his head, Xander considered whether or not he was up for another round of smackdown the Scooby. His collision with the headstone had left him feeling rather dazed, and he wondered vaguely whether he was up for another trip to the Emergency room. If it was concussion, he could probably diagnose it sooner than most of the doctors due to his more than constant experience since meeting Buffy. Blearily opening his eyes, he was transfixed by the sight of Spike kicking and punching the Scrath'mon demon as it lay moaning piteously on the ground.
"YOU DON'T MESS WITH MY BOYFRIEND! HIS BRAINS ARE SCRAMBLED ENOUGH, HE DOESN'T NEED THE LIKES OF YOU MAKING IT WORSE!!" With every word, Spike put the boot in, stomping and raging til the demon was nothing but a pile of goo on the ground.
Satisfied that he had turned it into nothing but mush, Spike strode over to Xander, his concerned look appearing rather strange on his vampiric face.
"Ya alright Pet? I've told ya over and over - if it's bigger than ya, and uglier than ya, leave the fuckers to me, alright?" Smiling, Xander accepted his lover's assistance getting to his feet.
"Yeah, I'm okay Bleachy. Although not sure I appreciate what you were saying about my brains!!"
"Yeah, well - only person that gets to hurt you now is me!"
"You're such a romantic!"
Fandom: Buffy Author: skargasm Words: 167 Rating: MA Summary: Spike checks Xander for signs of concussion Warnings: slash, mild bloodplay
"Oh fuck, Spike yes!"
"God, Xan, you are so tight, so hot - wanna fuck ya forever!" Thrusting deep, Spike leaned over and grazed Xander's shoulder with his fangs, savouring the droplets of blood that rose eagerly to meet him as he scored the skin. Reaching down, he stripped his lover's dripping cock, growling in delight as Xander came, the muscles of his ass tightened and practically pulled his orgasm out of him.
They lay side by side panting, a sated grin spreading across Spike's face as he looked over at the dazed young man. Fuck, his Xander looked so gorgeous when he'd just come.
"I know with concussion you're supposed to wake the person every hour to make sure they're okay, but I don't think they meant you should fuck them every hour!!"
"What can I say, Pet? That fight revved me up!" Groaning, Xander rolled and buried his face in his pillow. Looked like it was going to be a long night.