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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, Trixx (yet again).
Xander blinked. What would he like? He was being held, cradled, by Spike. His body was still thrumming with mind-bending pleasure. The security he felt in his lover's arms left him almost giddy. What would he like?
"Hmm?" Spike murmured, shifting around a bit to expose more of Xander's body to the warm fire. "How should I reward such a good boy?"
Xander whimpered. How was he supposed to decide? That wasn't for him to say; such things were Spike's domain. "Spike," Xander whispered pleadingly. He willed the vampire to understand, to see that what Xander wanted was what Spike wanted and nothing more. If it pleased Spike then it would please him.
Spike saw the beginnings of distress in Xander's expression. "Shall we leave, then?" He asked, thinking that perhaps the boy had had enough of the club for the evening.
Xander frowned and shook his head. He liked it here, with the warm fire and the shadowy presence of others winding around them. Even in the midst of the other patrons, they were alone, making Xander feel even closer to his lover. "I..."
"Yes?" Spike murmured. "Tell me, Xander. What do you want?"
Xander closed his eyes and forced himself to think. What would he want the most? If Spike were to lay him out right at that moment, what would he be silently begging for? "Make love to me," He said quietly, almost in a whisper.
Spike's eyes widened and turned darkest blue. He pushed Xander to the floor, spreading the boy out on a soft rug. Someone reached down to move their clothes out of the way. The vampire snarled at whoever dared to intrude upon their space, glaring until they retreated. Xander moved his legs apart, cradling Spike between them.
Xander cried out softly as soft, cold lips trailed up his chest to close around one hard nipple. Those cries turned to whimpers as Spike suckled harder, nipping with blunt teeth. Devilish fingers pressed and fluttered over the sensitive crease of hip and thigh, making Xander squirm and moan. Spike made no protest when Xander moved, encouraging the boy to express himself freely.
Spike could taste Xander's desire, an intoxicating flavor complementing the incredibly smooth skin on which he feasted. He poured everything he felt--every sharp ache of love--into each touch. Xander was an open, welcoming vessel, taking into himself everything Spike could give him. That just spurred Spike on, until he was frantically stroking and teasing, laving at his precious love, not willing to miss a single square inch of skin.
Xander looked down at Spike, transfixed by the sight of his lover feasting on him. The vampire looked both contented and desperate, as though he was truly enjoying himself but still felt driven by something. When the blonde worked his way up to Xander's face, the boy couldn't help but turn his head to meet those silken lips.
Spike kissed Xander softly, gently, until the boy had tears in his eyes from the exquisite torture of it. Still Spike pressed on, trying to fill Xander with all the emotions that were pouring out of him. Finally, he tore his lips from Xander's, trailing them over overheated flesh to suckle briefly at the boy's earlobe. "Is this what you wanted?" The vampire asked breathlessly. "What you needed, Xander?"
Xander shuddered bonelessly. "Y-yes," He replied. How could it not be? He was drowning in Spike. It didn’t matter what the blonde did; Xander's body sang in response. When Spike's hand drifted lower, to circle and tease his entrance, Xander bit his lip to keep from begging.
"Do you want me inside you?" Spike hissed, slowly pushing one slicked-up finger, and then another, into that satiny cavern. "Filling you?"
"Please," Xander said brokenly, tightening around those strong, cold fingers. Spike withdrew his fingers and raised Xander's legs, positioning himself. A single, deep thrust seated him fully inside the boy.
Xander cried out as Spike filled him, stretching him impossibly, filling him. Blue eyes drilled into his own darker ones, freezing him even as he was about to move. The vampire slowly withdrew, and then thrust forward again.
"Mine," Spike growled as he slowly thrust into Xander. "You're mine, Xander."
"Yours," Xander choked out. Spike slid his hands up to capture Xander's wrists, pulling them above the boy's head.
"This," Spike continued, dipping his head down to press against the wide leather collar at Xander's throat, "Tells every one of 'em that you're mine."
Xander nodded, rolling his hips up to meet Spike's thrusts. "Only yours," He whispered. Spike kissed him, harshly at first, but slowly gentling until Xander was ready to beg for something more than the butterfly caress of the vampire's mouth.
Spike reared up, keeping Xander's hands trapped. The very sight of his boy, laid out like this below him, nearly made Spike lose control. He forced himself to slow, to drag Xander's pleasure out. He twisted his hips slightly, reveling in the way that Xander's eyes went blind and those kiss-bruised lips fell open in a breathy moan.
Xander struggled to breathe. He couldn't find any air, though. Spike had him pinned, held captive while the vampire lavished him with pleasure. It was more than Xander could stand; he was at this creature's mercy, unable to move except to mindlessly respond to every killing thrust. The young man could feel his climax building, spiraling out of him to wrap around Spike. There was nothing he could do to prevent it, not even if he'd wanted to.
Spike caught Xander's gaze again, even as he felt the boy start to come. "Come for me, Xan," He purred. "Let me feel how much you want this, how much you need it."
Xander screamed as his body fractured into a million pieces, each one drawn back together by the touch of Spike's skin upon his. He gasped and shuddered, spilling hotly across his own belly.
Spike was so engrossed in watching his boy that he didn’t realize how close he was until his on release was upon him. Orgasm rolled over him, pushing him down until his lips touched Xander's. He fused their mouths together as ecstasy took away his voice, rendering him mute with pleasure.
Finally, many minutes later, Spike raised himself up slightly. He still had Xander pinned, open and vulnerable. "Thirty," Xander murmured idly. Spike took in his handiwork and grinned. The boy looked utterly debauched. Irresistible.
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