Xander was drumming his fingers on the table nervously,
shooting a querulous grin around the room.
Nothing up here. Nope.
Not thinking about sexy bleached vamps.
Nope.
Only nights before Xander had been trapped in this very
library while said vamp was outside stalking his friends. Giles had insisted he run for help, so he had
gone out the back way in search of Angel, said vamp's sire. Whatever the hell that was.
Things had not gone well.
The second they'd entered the school Angel had grabbed him and served
him up to Spike. Yeah. Spike. Cool name.
Angel had held him down his neck exposed to the world and offered him
up. Offered him up to
the bleached blonde menace terrorizing their school.
That was Xander's first really good look at the guy.
Vamp! He was definitely a vamp. Not that that was the first thing Xander
noticed. Nope. The first thing Xander noticed were the cheekbones.
Too busy staring at those damn sexy cheekbones to worry about his fangs. And then his eyes swept lower and took the
lanky form covered with a supple black leather duster. The duster framed his form and accentuated
all his features.
Xander had swallowed hard, not wanting either vamp to notice
that he'd gotten hard at the sight. He
mentally slapped himself at the thought.
This was a vamp for god's sake!
The fact that he was being offered as a tasty treat should have clued
him in. Should have terrified him, not
aroused him!
Xander had run out of that hallway as fast as his legs could
carry him. He'd pushed past deadboy and slammed through the metal doors. He was too busy running for his life to think
anymore about what his reaction had been.
But once he'd gotten home, once the night had
Ever since that night he hadn't been able to stop thinking
about it. About him. And now here he sat, twiddling his thumbs in
the library and remembering that night.
The last few days had forced Xander to admit some things to
himself. His reaction to Spike had blown
through him like a hot wave, and it hadn't lessened any since that night. His thoughts were constantly on the vampire,
and not in a "need to dust him" kind of way. In fact, Xander had to admit that he had a
crush. An old fashioned, honest to
goodness crush on the evil undead.
Xander heard some rustling to his left and turned swiftly,
but not fast enough. He found himself
pinned to the table, his head held down and his arms trapped beneath him. The hand on his neck was cool, and the flash
of skin he'd seen before he'd been thrown down had been pale. He gulped.
"Hello pet."
Spike drawled out.
Xander hardened immediately, blushing furiously. "What do you want?" He tried to sound demanding, but probably
only sounded breathless.
"What do you think I want luv?" Spike punctuated his question with a thrust
of his hips. His erection poked hard
against Xander's ass, causing the dark haired boy to moan and press back
against him. "I can smell you
pet. Just like I did
that night."
Xander's blush deepened.
He knew it! Spike had known since
that night what his reaction had been.
How hard he'd gotten, how aroused just being that close to him had made
him.
"Are you g-going to drain me?" Xander didn't want to sound scared, but he
doubted that the vampire would believe he wasn't.
"Not if you're good pet. Might want to keep you
around for a bit." Spike
leaned forward and licked the salty sweat from the back of Xander's neck. "Now what's your name luv?"
Xander shivered at the touch of Spike's cool tongue. He could feel his cock leaking pre-cum at the
thought of Spike touching him, licking him, tasting him. "X-xander." He answered quietly, already capitulating to
the feelings coursing through him.
"Mmmm." Spike breathed in the heady aroma of Xander's
arousal. "My Xanpet. I
like it." Spike reached around and
grabbed both of Xander's wrists. He
pulled them forward until the boy was holding onto the other side of the table,
his knuckles white from the tight grip. Then
he slid his hand back down toward Xander's abdomen and reached underneath his
shirt. His hand made it's
way up toward Xander's nipple, pinching and twisting once he found the pointy
flesh.
"Ungh." Xander writhed in the limited space he was
allowed. "Fuck yes!" The sensations spinning through him were
making him dizzy. The sharp points of
pain were mixed with pleasure as more blood flowed to fill his throbbing penis.
Xander felt as Spike's other hand came around to undo the
button to his jeans. The denim felt
rough moving down his skin. The cool air
fell on his skin and it gave him a brief moment of lucidity. What was he doing? This was a vampire! A bad, bad, bad vampire. One that had only recently
tried to kill them all.
And then Spike's hand was on his dick and all thoughts
scattered. The leaking fluid made his
cock slippery and so he was able to easily thrust in out of the Spike's firm
grip. "Ungh.
Gods! Tighter!" He wanted more friction.
And then he was exploding his hot cum dripping all over
Spike's cool fingers. His breath was
ragged as he came down from his climax to the feeling of Spike's now cum
covered digits probing his virgin hole. Xander
shuddered and spread his legs wider.
His body tensed at the first breach, and he gasped at the
sensation. "Relax luv. Let me
in." Spike whispered roughly in his
ear. Slowly the slight burning sensation
subsided, leaving only a warm tingling behind.
The fingers moved back and forth slowly, first one, then two, and
finally three. At the first touch to his
prostate, Xander howled.
"Like that luv? Want to feel more Xanpet? Want me inside you, touching you
there?" Spike asked an incoherent
Xander.
Xander was already half hard again, the new sensations he
was feeling sky rocketing through his system and sending all the blood he had
left soaring to his groin. Xander only
nodded, sobbing out in relief when he felt Spike's mushroom head pushing
against his stretched opening. He
groaned when the head breached the first tight ring of muscle. "Fuuuck! Spike!"
"That's right pet. Scream for me. Beg me to fuck you." Spike was all the way in now. His balls resting against
the skin of Xander's buttocks. Xander
waited for him to move, to thrust but he refused.
"Spike, please!
Please!" Xander cried, tears
forming in his eyes.
"Please what Xanpet? What do you want?" Xander didn't have to look to see that
Spike's smirk was pure evil.
"Move! Fuck me Spike. Please."
Xander sobbed. "Please fuck
me." The last words were whispered
on a harsh breath.
Xander heard Spike growl, and then the sensations were overwhelming
him. Spike's cock was thrusting in and
out at a furious pace. His balls slamming into Xander's backside, the smack echoing through
the empty library. Every now and
then Spike's angle would be such that he would brush against Xander's prostate
and make the boy scream. With each
scream Spike's pace increased, until Xander knew he would have bruises.
Xander's newly risen erection was painful. Overly sensitive from having just cum, the
head was an angry purple and steadily leaking.
Each thrust made his penis ache, and his balls tighten. Finally he felt the rush as his orgasm overcame
him. "Oh fuck yeah! Spike!" He screamed as another gush of semen spilled
out of his body. His anus contracted
with each spurt, causing Spike's own orgasm to hit. The vampire washed Xander's walls with his
cool cum, until they both slumped to the floor spent.
Xander woke with a start when the library door banged
open. "Fall asleep again
Xan?" Buffy asked with an
exasperated smile on her face.
"Sorry Xan. Patrol ran late,
but I dusted a new nest. Nothing much to go over tonight. I caught Giles on the way in and let him know. You can go on home,
we don't have any research tonight."
And with that she turned and walked back out the door.
Xander was still shaking his head groggily, looking around
the room in confusion. Had he dreamed
it all? Was he going crazy? Was this what his crush was coming too, wet
dreams in the library? And then he saw
it. A small slip of paper lying folded,
just under where his arm had been.
Unfolding it he sighed in relief.
~ Xanpet - Decided to keep you
around for a bit. Spike ~
Well, at least he wasn't crazy.