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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, Donizetti.
Spike studied Xander as they drove home. He was thinking about Xander's penchant for exhibitionism. It wasn't that the vampire didn't like it, because he did. The jolt of adrenalin, the burn of eyes on them as they came together... it all made for hot sex. But Spike worried, fretted that Xander was getting deep into the kinkier facets of sex to please Spike. The boy knew how much Spike liked their extracurricular activities. Perhaps he hadn't realized that Spike enjoyed the sweet privacy of their bedroom just as much, if not more.
"You wanna sit in the car all night?" Xander asked Spike. The vampire quickly got out of the car and followed the young man upstairs.
Xander let Spike into their apartment, locking the door behind them. He was a bit shaky still from their antics at the movies. They could've been arrested, between their little show in line and what he'd done in the theatre proper. He was still deeply aroused by Spike's reactions to taking, and being taken, in public. Xander would never tire of those growls and whines, the wide eyes and devilish grin.
"So, you tired?" Xander asked Spike. The vampire shook his head, wandering through the living room. Xander followed behind, herding Spike into the bedroom.
"Xander," Spike murmured as the boy edged him towards the bed. "Have you got something planned?"
"Nope," Xander replied, tugging at Spike's clothes. "Making it up as I go. Got a problem with that?"
"None at all," Spike swore. Xander quickly divested them of their clothing and arranged them in a relaxed, disorganized pile of limbs in the centre of the bed. For all his initial haste, Xander seemed to be in no hurry now. Spike hummed happily as Xander ran lazy hands over his torso, tracing the vampire's ribs.
"So, did you like the movie?" Xander inquired, shifting around sinuously. He slid one of their soft afghans under Spike's lower back, canting the vampire's hips. The new position made the blonde's hipbones jut out, accentuating Spike's angular beauty. Unlike Xander, he carried no extra flesh anywhere.
"It wasn't bad, I suppose," Spike murmured. He wasn't thinking too much of the movie, not when Xander was tracing a leisurely path down his stomach with a warm, wet tongue.
"Better or worse than Full Metal Jacket?" Xander asked. He licked right across one prominent knob, grinning when Spike shifted convulsively.
"No comparison," Spike growled. Oh, that was good, so sharp. If only Xander would do it again.
"Tell me why," Xander ordered.
"Oh, come on, Xander. Full Metal Jacket is classic, it's--" He stopped dead when Xander latched onto one of his hipbones and sucked. Hard. The sensation ran straight to his cock, sending every nerve in his lower body into wailing ecstasies.
"Mmm?" Xander hummed, running his teeth over that smooth skin. He bit in a little, just enough to rub against bone. Spike groaned and pressed into Xander's mouth.
Spike felt his brain turn into jelly. His cock was aching, begging for Xander to touch him, put one of those clever hands on him and bring him off. "Jacket's about war...gritty and real..." He had to stop briefly to fully appreciate what Xander was doing with his tongue.
Xander pressed his tongue into the hollow just below Spike's hipbones, loving the way Spike froze and screamed. It was so good he did it again, and again, and again, until pale hands fluttered around his head, physically begging him to stop. Xander obliged... for a moment. He moved over to the other hipbone, kissing it briefly before returning to the soft hollow below.
"Xander!" Spike screamed, legs spreading wide as he writhed helplessly under the boy's ministrations. His fingers clenched in the boy's hair, but that didn't stop him, didn't even slow him down. No, Xander just suckled harder, alternating between thrusting hard with his tongue and laving at the vampire's hypersensitive skin.
Spike panted, trying to catch the breath he did not need. He felt his face shift, change, eyes gaining an unholy glow as the boy dragged away the last of his control.
Then Xander brought his hands into play. A wicked, strong thumb began to circle the hipbone Xander wasn't consuming with his mouth. Blunt fingertips pressed and scratched, occasionally dipping into the crease of Spike's thigh.
"Please, Xander," Spike begged, voice hoarse. "You're killing.... I can't..." He thrust again, twisting to free himself. If only Xander would...
Xander switched hipbones, biting down hard on the one he'd first abandoned. He dug the fingers of one hand into the one he'd just left, sliding and catching on the slick skin there. Xander worked hard to keep up with the frantic rhythm of Spike's thrusting. After another minute and a continuous litany of his name followed by please, Xander relented and lay his body down just a little.
"Xander, please, Xander, please, Xander..." Spike chanted, one hand now clawing the sheets as the other scratched his chest, drawing fine lines that welled with tiny droplets of blood. He nearly shot off the bed when Xander pressed down on him, finally granting him a bit of friction, a bit of direct contact. Spike began to rub his cock against Xander's chest, still twisting to avoid that torturous mouth.
Xander held on tightly, sinking his teeth into Spike's skin and biting hard. The vampire's eyes flew open and stared sightlessly at the ceiling, body shaking brokenly as he came. The young man felt cool fluid hit his chest and neck, coating him with a familiarly-scented liquid. He slowly pulled away, placing a gentle kiss on Spike's navel.
"Twenty-four," He murmured, curling up around Spike, who was still shaking slightly.
"Ah," Spike gasped, reaching for Xander to hold him close. He felt the boy's cock, hard and leaking, pressed against the bruised skin of his abdomen. The vampire moaned softly, burying his face in Xander's neck.
Xander just grinned.
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