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Cicirossi
Joss Whedon is God and owns all. It's still his world, although we like to sneak in the side door and cover Xander with chocolate sauce and whipped cream when no one's looking.
"My usual response to that would be ha ha. But at this point, Spike, it sounds like a plan. I'll just grab the lube."
Yes! Speechless Spike once again. Xander was proud. The bleached wonder was in mid-shuck with his jeans, and he looked so cute with his pants around his knees, wobbling a bit as he almost gave himself whiplash looking up Xander.
"You don't mean that."
"Why not? Trust me, at this point I'm hurting so bad that nothing you do to me could set off the chip. And just the thought of you doing the doing puts me somewhere between whooee and boing! So, me? I'm listening to the chocolate. Who am I to argue with it? Bedroom?"
Gaping, Spike stared at Xander for long moments. Several expressions flitted by before he settled on oh, right, shag. Then it turned into oh, shag! Spike almost killed himself trying to finish pushing his jeans off. Apparently he'd put on his boots in anticipation of blood run. Timber! Luckily, Xander didn't mind a little laughter with his sex, because Spike's bare ass shining up at him while said vampire tried to untie those bootlaces sent him into hysterical giggles.
A sound somewhere between a growl and a snarl issued from Spike and the Docs went flying. Finally sans all that pesky clothing, Spike sprang up off the floor in one of those humanly impossible moves and drove a shoulder into Xander's midsection. Woof. There went all the air once more, and again he had a fine view of Spike's butt. From where his head dangled down Spike's back. And why didn't that feel silly, because he was tall enough that it should have been really awkward for Spike to carry him that way. It wasn't. But it was hot.
They landed on the bed with a flop and a bounce, and Spike latched onto him fiercely, kissing him until he couldn't think straight. Octopus man, that's what Spike was, because he had at least eight arms, all with hands attached. And they all did really naughty things to Xander and he just wanted to explode. His own hands seemed big and clumsy and useless, but Spike didn't seem to mind. Praised him in fact, "Good pet you are," for holding onto the lube through the entire move from bathroom to bedroom.
Then one of Spike's many clever hands was between his legs, skating down his cock and rolling his balls before sliding down to the opening of his body. A single finger slid inside, slick and hard and way too big to go there, but it felt good too, and Xander could see why Spike liked it. Especially when he turned and twisted that finger so it touched right there, and Xander yelled and flailed and Spike laughed.
"Just like that, luv. Open up for me."
Somewhere in there Xander lost track of the fingers. He had no idea how many were in him, as long as they stayed there, and he would have to think that because then they were gone. Turn over. Spike wanted him to turn over on his stomach, so he did and he was on his hands and knees and Spike was behind him and ow. Okay that was much bigger than fingers, but it must have been a good ow. No pained bellowing from Spike. Full. Xander was full, and it burned like crazy, but it was what his body demanded. It felt right.
When he started to move so did Spike. Xander pushed backwards and Spike pushed in and they started moving in a rhythm Xander's whole self understood on some cosmic level. Back and forth, in and out, opening him up until everything in him was laid bare. Moans were coming from Spike on every thrust, and broken words about how tight he was, how right, and he wanted to agree but could only gasp for breath.
Anything that intense can only be maintained for a short time. Anything that bright burns itself out too fast. And this was no exception. A single touch of Spike's hand to his oversensitive cock had him yelling his head off, and coming like there was no tomorrow. And maybe there wasn't; this just might kill him. The orgasm went on for what seemed like forever, and Spike wasted little time following him to the end, growling deep and low into Xander's back. Just like every time before, Xander could feel himself spiraling down into sated unconsciousness. The last thing he felt before he passed out was Spike's fangs sinking into his shoulder.
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