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No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
Happy Birthday, Harpo Marx.
"Come on up here," Spike commanded, releasing Xander from his hold. The brunette immediately clambered up onto the couch, taking Spike's invitation. The vampire sighed happily as that heavy, warm body settled onto his lap. "You've been such a good boy," The blonde murmured. "A very good boy. How should I reward you, Xander?"
Xander's eyes drifted closed. "However you wish," He replied, voice shaky. Cool fingers teased the nape of his neck, sending skittering shots of pleasure straight to his heart. This was more than he'd expected, far more than he'd hoped. Spike hadn't just gone along with Xander's game, he'd really enjoyed it. Liked it... Saw how much Xander wanted it, and was still playing along.
"Correct," The blonde said, rose-colored smile still curving against ivory flesh. "And I think that you should stand up now." Xander forced himself not to frown as he stood up. His Spike had given him an order; he had to obey. As soon as the young man was standing, Spike shifted a bit to get more comfortable. "Take off your clothes, Xander. Do it slowly."
Spike catalogued every flicker, every flash of emotion on Xander's face. The boy hadn't been expecting that order, but much to Spike's relief he didn't seem too disturbed by it. The blonde stopped thinking about that as soon as black leather began to reveal golden skin. Xander's shirt laced up the back, but was made to release quickly. A sharp tug had the garment sliding off the boy's arms to pool on the floor. Spike's mouth watered at the sight of firm, sweet flesh. Oh, his boy was beautiful. A quick glance told Spike that their audience had only gotten bigger--and more appreciative.
Xander took a deep breath before leaning down to untie his boots. They were easily undone and he stepped out of them, unsnapping the ankle fastening of his trousers as he stood. A single tie kept the pants around his waist and once he'd pulled it, the leather simply fell away, slithering down his legs to land on the richly carpeted floor. With that last movement, Xander was naked.
Spike swallowed quickly when Xander finished undressing. Oh, gods, he'd... Xander's skin had always been smooth, almost sinfully so. Only the wiry presence of dark hairs on his arms, groin and legs ever marred those many yards of perfect smoothness... until now. Spike's still-freed cock hardened as the vampire took in the boy's appearance. Other than the unruly mop of dark waves capping that gorgeous face, Xander's body was a flawless sculpture. The blonde's hands ached from wanting to touch that utterly smooth skin. He craved the unmasked silk of Xander's balls, wanted to lave and suck at them until the boy screamed for mercy or death. "Undress me," Spike ordered, voice little more than a ragged hiss.
Xander knelt down and tackled Spike's boots. He could feel the burning gaze of eyes upon his back and knew that they were being watched. Studied. The knowledge that others could see him made Xander that much more aroused, incredibly aware of his every movement. He had to control each touch, each gesture. Spike was being evaluated by the audience; everyone in the club was taking note of how good a master Spike was. They'd just begun the game, though, and Spike hadn't had time to train him. How could he, when Xander had brought him here unprepared? It was up to Xander to behave, to be perfect.
Spike watched as that devilishly golden body stretched over him to remove his duster and shirts. The vampire obliged Xander's tugs and pulls, letting the brunette remove his clothes. Unlike Xander's own garments, Spike's were carefully folded and set aside. A single, meaningful glance by Spike towards the fine clothing lying piled on the floor had Xander stopping his disrobing of Spike to pick them up.
Finally Xander eased Spike's jeans off and placed them with the other clothing. He then resumed his place at Spike's feet, waiting for his next order. The simple, fleeting contact he'd endured as he'd undressed Spike had been...exciting. Now he waited, chain draped between his neck and the couch, where Spike kept it anchored with one finger wrapped around the end ring. "Kneel up here," Spike commanded, patting his hands on either side of his thighs.
Xander stood gracefully, muscles just tense enough to stand out as he moved. The velvet of the couch was a distracting tickle as he knelt over Spike, dark thighs framing pale ones. Xander's hands remained in place on his own thighs. Their cocks, heavy with blood, swayed between them, almost but not quite touching. Pale hands hovered just beside Xander's legs, waiting to caress.
"Give me your mouth," Spike stated, eyes heavy and blue-gold. Xander leaned forward carefully, opening his mouth slightly as he did so. Spike made himself wait until Xander fully reached him. Once that hot mouth was pressed lightly against his, Spike parted his lips and stroked Xander's tongue with his own.
Xander moaned softly as Spike made love to his mouth. The vampire was kissing so softly, so gently. Each touch, each cool press, made Xander's skin twitch. He didn't notice Spike moving until a pale hand picked up one of his own and pressed a bottle of lube into it. Spike pulled away briefly to give his next order. "Prepare yourself." Then he was back to kissing Xander, fully expecting his boy to follow orders.
And obey Xander did. The brunette slicked up one hand and reached behind himself to stretch his hole. He wished his own broad fingers were more slender, their heat replaced by supernatural coolness. However, Spike's hands remained quiescent on the velvet surface of the couch. The vampire himself seemed relaxed to the point of sleepiness, contentedly fucking Xander's lips and tongue with his own.
Xander forced himself not to thrust or whimper as he stretched himself. It wasn't easy, but he managed not to touch his prostate even once. He had three fingers buried inside his ass, before Spike finally pulled away to continue. "Take me in," He said softly, eyes glued to the boy's face.
Xander removed his fingers and reached down to gently position Spike's cock. He briefly wondered what their audience could see: pale, hard cock slowly impaling his own darker body, slender blonde vampire in complete control of his larger, heavier lover. The initial burn and pressure of penetration made Xander groan under his breath. A sharp glance from Spike silenced him.
Spike was impossibly aroused. Even though it had become obvious that Xander wanted this, liked it, and knew at least the basics of what to do, some tiny part of Spike's brain had been waiting for the boy to balk. But no, he hadn't. Where they were now was beyond perfect. Everyone in the building was watching them, watching Xander slowly fuck himself on Spike's cock. Yeah, he was the Big Bad again, and this delicious boy was showing the world just how William the Bloody conquered his victims. Who needed violence when sex was so much more... rewarding?
The warm weight of Xander's arse against his balls made Spike growl. This was supposed to be the boy's gift for being such an obedient lover, but Spike knew that he'd reach climax long before Xander did. Already his cock was continuously leaking precome into the boy's body. Spike blamed all the years he'd spent being ashamed of his chipped state, years that he'd avoided such activities, for his lack of endurance. Had they been in the privacy of their own bedroom, he'd be good for an hour of exquisite torture. Tonight, though, with dozens of hot eyes on them, with pheromones so thick in the air it was hard to see through them, one more hard squeeze on his cock from Xander's sweet, tight arse would send him over the edge.
Xander silently cheered as he watched Spike lose control. The vampire growled, face shifting into and out of gameface in less than a second, as his hips bucked up once, twice, and... Xander tightened around the blonde's cock as he came, burning Xander's insides with frigid come. Xander's own erection pulsed with pleasure, but he held back his orgasm. Spike hadn't told him he could come yet.
Spike closed his eyes against the world as reality fell down his spine and shot out his cock into Xander. How had he gotten this lucky? What god had he pleased to be so favoured. Fiery hot muscle, slick and begging, wrapped around him, demanding his release. Pleasure so great it made him shudder flooded that pale body. His balls ached from it, his cock buried itself deeper, refusing to ever leave the perfect haven of Xander's arse. A tightness he rarely felt settled in Spike's chest. Oh, he owed someone so very much, so damned much for giving him this boy.
"Yes, I know, fifteen," Spike told Xander, his blue-blue eyes still shuttered. The only response he got was a hard clenching of those incredible muscles, squeezing and taunting his cock. The blonde's demonic body hardened instantly, already wanting more.
Pleading whisky eyes met fiery blue. Then Spike smiled.
And Xander was lost.
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