Horny (Companion Piece to Bored. Spike/Xander)
Spike is Horny. Hmmm...
pairing: Spike/Xander
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: I only wish they were mine... *sigh*
Spike was horny.
He had been with the whelp earlier while on patrol, the boy chattering on endlessly about... something or other. Spike hadn’t been listening. He’d been distracted by the full lips and how much he’d wanted them around his hard, weeping cock.
Oh, bullocks.
When he’d first bedded the boy, and what a fucking beautiful night that had been, he thought it’d be just that once. But the boy had been sooooo warm, so tight and willing that he had wanted more. And he’d gotten it too; the boy was in his bed night after night. Unlife was great.
Except that tonight the boy wasn’t here. The boy had weaseled into a night of Bronzing with the girls, which was nice for Xander and all, but left Spike very much alone. And, oh yeah, *horny*. He sighed. At least his Xan was building up his friendship with Red again, and for Spike that meant no more whiny sad Xander, only a happy and horny one.
That was *it*. He was going to the Bronze. He would find his boy and show him the joys of fucking in small places. Spike threw on his duster and stormed through the crypt door, leaving logical thought, and possibly his sanity, behind.
“Bloody Whelp, teach a lesson or two, I will. Gets me all roused and wantin’ then takes off with the bints.” He fingered the small tube in his pocket, his patent grin stretching across his chiseled face at the thought of what he was going to do to his boy. “Gonna make him beg for me, make him come so hard he’ll be able to taste me.”
As the blonde entered the Bronze, he quickly and easily spotted Xander, albeit alone and very unhappy. Spike thought briefly on where the girls would be until he spotted them on the dance floor, enjoying the bright ant happy music. He growled at the look of pain on the young mans face as the brunette watched his friends dance. This would not do...
He suppressed a grin as he felt the boy start beneath his hand. “‘Ello pet, care to dance?” Not waiting for an answer, Spike grabbed Xander by the hand, quietly leading him toward the washrooms.
“Thought we were gonna dance?” The boy asked quizzically.
“We are, luv, we are. Just thought we could use a bit more privacy, yeah?” The smirk morphed into a sly grin as he smelt the first signs of arousal from the boy.
“Privacy?”
“Well, I don’t think they’d appreciate our kind of dancing, pet.”
Pause. Spike watched as Xander eyes glazed over, drifted a hand over the rising tent in his pants. “Oh” the boy said, his voice a husky whisper.
Spike led his lover into the restroom stall, locking the door behind them with a sound click. He reached around and slowly slid the zipper to Xander’s Khaki’s down followed quickly by the pants themselves, eliciting a low moan from the young man. He stroked pale, cool fingers around the hard weeping cock, starting a leisure pace. “Want me in you?” He whispered against the soft ear of the man next to him. “Want me to fuck you right here, right now, where anyone can walk in and find us? Stroking your prostate, making you whimper, making you beg?”
“P-please, Spike.” Xander moaned. “Want you to f-fill me, want... now.”
“You certainly have a way with words, luv.” One slick finger slowly entered Xander’s ring, stretching and relaxing the tight passage, then another, preparing him for Spike.
Xander groaned in frustration, and simply thrust back against Spike. “Now, Spike, dammit.”
“Happy to oblige.” Taking his cock out of too tight jeans, Spike slowly slid into the boy tight hot hole, never faltering the rhythm on the young mans length. In and out as Spike’s thrusts quickened, making sure to hit Xander’s prostate every time. He could feel Xander getting closer and wanted to come with his lover. One, two more trusts and they were both coming, Spike collapsing onto Xander’s back.
“Spike!!/Xander!!”
Spike slowly disentangled himself from Xander’s back and stood, zipping up his pants as he did. “So,” he said, “s’pose I should get you back to your pals, yeah?” Watched as Xander’s face flirted through emotions before continuing on quickly. “Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night?” Could he sound more pathetic.
“No.” Xander said, nearly breaking the master vampires heart before he spoke again. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Spike couldn’t help the pleased smile from overtaking his face. “Right. Come on, then. Let’s get you home.” Taking Xander’s hand, he led them out of the Bronze and into the promising night.
Companion Piece, Bored
pairing: Spike/Xander
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: I only wish they were mine... *sigh*
Spike was horny.
He had been with the whelp earlier while on patrol, the boy chattering on endlessly about... something or other. Spike hadn’t been listening. He’d been distracted by the full lips and how much he’d wanted them around his hard, weeping cock.
Oh, bullocks.
When he’d first bedded the boy, and what a fucking beautiful night that had been, he thought it’d be just that once. But the boy had been sooooo warm, so tight and willing that he had wanted more. And he’d gotten it too; the boy was in his bed night after night. Unlife was great.
Except that tonight the boy wasn’t here. The boy had weaseled into a night of Bronzing with the girls, which was nice for Xander and all, but left Spike very much alone. And, oh yeah, *horny*. He sighed. At least his Xan was building up his friendship with Red again, and for Spike that meant no more whiny sad Xander, only a happy and horny one.
That was *it*. He was going to the Bronze. He would find his boy and show him the joys of fucking in small places. Spike threw on his duster and stormed through the crypt door, leaving logical thought, and possibly his sanity, behind.
“Bloody Whelp, teach a lesson or two, I will. Gets me all roused and wantin’ then takes off with the bints.” He fingered the small tube in his pocket, his patent grin stretching across his chiseled face at the thought of what he was going to do to his boy. “Gonna make him beg for me, make him come so hard he’ll be able to taste me.”
As the blonde entered the Bronze, he quickly and easily spotted Xander, albeit alone and very unhappy. Spike thought briefly on where the girls would be until he spotted them on the dance floor, enjoying the bright ant happy music. He growled at the look of pain on the young mans face as the brunette watched his friends dance. This would not do...
He suppressed a grin as he felt the boy start beneath his hand. “‘Ello pet, care to dance?” Not waiting for an answer, Spike grabbed Xander by the hand, quietly leading him toward the washrooms.
“Thought we were gonna dance?” The boy asked quizzically.
“We are, luv, we are. Just thought we could use a bit more privacy, yeah?” The smirk morphed into a sly grin as he smelt the first signs of arousal from the boy.
“Privacy?”
“Well, I don’t think they’d appreciate our kind of dancing, pet.”
Pause. Spike watched as Xander eyes glazed over, drifted a hand over the rising tent in his pants. “Oh” the boy said, his voice a husky whisper.
Spike led his lover into the restroom stall, locking the door behind them with a sound click. He reached around and slowly slid the zipper to Xander’s Khaki’s down followed quickly by the pants themselves, eliciting a low moan from the young man. He stroked pale, cool fingers around the hard weeping cock, starting a leisure pace. “Want me in you?” He whispered against the soft ear of the man next to him. “Want me to fuck you right here, right now, where anyone can walk in and find us? Stroking your prostate, making you whimper, making you beg?”
“P-please, Spike.” Xander moaned. “Want you to f-fill me, want... now.”
“You certainly have a way with words, luv.” One slick finger slowly entered Xander’s ring, stretching and relaxing the tight passage, then another, preparing him for Spike.
Xander groaned in frustration, and simply thrust back against Spike. “Now, Spike, dammit.”
“Happy to oblige.” Taking his cock out of too tight jeans, Spike slowly slid into the boy tight hot hole, never faltering the rhythm on the young mans length. In and out as Spike’s thrusts quickened, making sure to hit Xander’s prostate every time. He could feel Xander getting closer and wanted to come with his lover. One, two more trusts and they were both coming, Spike collapsing onto Xander’s back.
“Spike!!/Xander!!”
Spike slowly disentangled himself from Xander’s back and stood, zipping up his pants as he did. “So,” he said, “s’pose I should get you back to your pals, yeah?” Watched as Xander’s face flirted through emotions before continuing on quickly. “Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night?” Could he sound more pathetic.
“No.” Xander said, nearly breaking the master vampires heart before he spoke again. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Spike couldn’t help the pleased smile from overtaking his face. “Right. Come on, then. Let’s get you home.” Taking Xander’s hand, he led them out of the Bronze and into the promising night.
Companion Piece, Bored