Temptation

by
BmblBee

Part Twenty-One

Xander ran as fast as he could back to the house. Out of breath he pushed open the door hard enough to cause it to slam back against the wall.

"Merciful Heaven! Xander, what on earth has gotten into you?" Jess spun around nearly dropping the plates she was putting on the breakfast table. "Where are the eggs and the milk pail? I do declare Xander sometimes you are so irresponsible."

Xander shook out his napkin and filled his plate with food. "I'm sorry, Mother. I have been trying to get that buggy wheel fixed and have been neglectful on my other chores. I think I would be able to get all caught up if Willow would come out after we eat and help me."

Xander looked at his sister and gave her his best pleading eyes. She had no idea what he was up to now, but knew with all certainty that it had nothing to do with a buggy. In any case she would walk to the ends of the earth for the brother she loved. "Sure, Xan. I would love to give you a hand."

The relief showed in his posture and face. He knew she would not fail him. He knew in his heart she was more than him and he trusted that she would know what to do.

The prayer and meal went as a thousand before them. Basic talk of work to do. Hinted tidbits of the upcoming Sunday afternoon with the Millers.

Xander let that talk go right over his head. There was no room left in his brain right now to house it. Twitching and bouncing in his seat, he shoveled in the food and ask to be excused. Grabbing Willow by the hand he hustled her out the door, then at a dead run he detoured around to the back yard and snatched a pair of his own pants off the clothes line.

As he jerked them off, the wooden clothes pins flew up and spun into the air. Xander and Willow had reached the barn before the pins hit the ground.

Carefully closing the door behind them, he then led her to the back stall where he had left the seemingly lifeless body. Pulling off the blanket, Willow slapped both hands over her eyes. "Holy Moley!"

Xander's eyebrows went straight to his hairline. "Willow! I have never heard you speak like that!"

Willow turned to her brother with a tone of stern reprimand in her voice and a scowl on her lips. "Well I guess I was saving it for the day my dear Brother hid an injured half naked demon in our barn! What is going on, Xander? Is this the evil that has been tormenting you? Cause I must say he doesn't appear to dangerous. And who or what did this to him?"

Xander felt the time for total honesty had come at last and if his sister was to help him she deserved to know the truth.
He quickly pulled his pants on Spike's exposed body as he started to speak.

He explained how the Demon had appeared in the barn and what his demands and threats had been. He told her that the two English that had come to the farm last night had surely done this and that Angel was the true evil, although Little Miss Short Skirt was probably a cohort.

He finally finished by baring his soul.. He told her of the long talks he and the demon had and how it confused him. He at last admitted the worst part. He confessed that he had some sort of feeling of affection for the Demon. "He is a Demon, Xander. How do you know that all of this isn't to trick you?"

Xander shoved his hands deep in his pants and lifted his shoulders. "I don't know. Truth is I don't know anything right now. My feelings are confused and my brain is in a tizzy. I do know one thing. This isn't fake." Xander tipped his head toward the prone figure on the floor. "Is he dying?"

Willow looked back and forth between the Demon and her beloved Brother. "How would I know?"

"I have been honest with you Sister. Isn't it time you were honest with me?"

Willow hesitated for only a second. This was something she had wanted to talk to him about for years. Ever since she realized that other people didn't see and hear the same things she did, but she feared the condemnation. Being different in the Amish Community is not something to be embraced or discussed.

As simply as she could, she explained that it seemed to be an energy in her, and an ability to read the unseen energy in and around other people and things.

She said when her emotions are high or during her woman's time of the month the energy seems strongest and she told him of using it to try and frighten the Demon. She dropped her head and smiled. "I don't even know if he felt it or not"

Xander took her hands in his. "I feel it Willow. I can feel it right now. Look at him and tell me what you see."

Willow hesitated for only a minute then turned her full attention to the body beside them.

"I see a Demon that tries to cloak itself with a human mask. It is false, but not. It is the face and body that the man wore when it was human. He is old. Very old, yet in some ways very childish. I see a heavy black fog that surrounds it. It flows in and out of it's body even as it floats and reforms, almost like a smoke. Right now it is slow and sluggish like > swimming through mud. Because the fog is moving and I think he is still alive. Demon alive."

Xander nodded eagerly letting her know he understood what she was trying to explain. Kneeling down beside Spike Willow closed her eyes and placed her hands over his body. After a few minutes an expression of disgust wrinkled her brow and she pulled back. "He is not dying. He is in a type of coma to heal himself. He will eventually do it on his own, but if he is to heal properly he needs blood. I tried to look into his mind to read the energy of his emotions but his Demon pushed me away. Leave him be Xander. Let him recover alone then make him go. I have a bad feeling. If he stays something will happen to change all our lives. And not in a good way."

Xander paid no mind to Willow's warning. He was already thinking about how he could get blood for his Demon. He could not injure any of the livestock, although it would almost be like milking them. No, he wouldn't do it. So that left only one option. Xander extracted the small pocket knife from his britches.

As he opened the blade Willow grabbed his wrist. "Please, no! Don't do this, Xander. You must not offer your life's blood to the Devil. It is surely a sin."

Xander gently pulled his hand from her grip and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "With your prayers and love, dear Sister, I'm sure my soul is safe."

With no further thought or pause Xander sliced across the palm of his hand and let the blood flow into the mouth
of the sleeping Demon.

Part Twenty-Two

Spike knew the exact moment his body had shut down. Angels attack had struck too many punishing blows and with his arms pinned at his sides he could no longer defend himself. In a move of self preservation he did what he had done so many times before. He allowed his Sire to use and abuse his body for his own pleasure.

Over the years this had happened hundreds of times. Worse than this. He thanked whatever beings that answered the prayers of a demon that Xander had not come out as promised.

Only after the attack had ended and he laid broken and bleeding did the thoughts of deceit come to him, 'What if Xander knew of this. What if he told Angel where to find me?'

That thought hurt more that all the injuries his body was struggling to mend. Lying alone all night long Spike had convinced himself that it was true. Xander had betrayed him. 'When I regain my strength I'll slaughter them all. I'll teach him to turn on me like this.' Spike's thoughts were murderous, but he was having trouble making his heart back them up.

Silently he waited. Unable to move or speak his body slowly began it's painful recovery. Calmly he wondered if the big oaf had left him in a spot out of the sun or if this was it. Either way it didn't much matter.

By early morning he knew he wouldn't have long to wait for his answer. He was shocked when Xander came. He had all but given up on him

He could have cried at the relief of knowing the boy had not had a part in this. He tried to reach out to him to tell him he would be all right, but it just took too much effort and his body could not maintain.

Spike laid patiently to see what Xander would do with him. When the cool water touched his abused backside, Spike wept. Other than his own Mother, no human had ever cared for him before or since his death.

He wanted to scream from the agony when Xander turned him over but knew it would help the bones to heal better if he were straightened out. No, the real shock came with Xander's exploration of Spike's cock. He wasn't sure how Xander felt about it, but he knew he was enjoying it immensely.

He would have been content to lie there all day and do nothing but relax and heal while Xander fondled his cock. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. And the end of this little slice of heaven came with a stab of pain so sharp he nearly did lose consciousness as Xander carried him to a darkened corner of the barn.

Turning to go Spike tried with every bit of effort he had to scream to Xander "Don't go! Please stay with me." but he remained silent. Silent and again alone.

'Well, hell. Can this morning get any stranger?' The answer to Spike's question came with the arrival of the witch.

Mentally Spike braced himself. His one and only experience with her had really not gone well for him and he did not relish a repeat. Quickly and efficiently he felt someone slide a pair of smooth, worn cotton pants over his legs. He relaxed. They smelled like Xander.

If he hadn't been an evil, no morals, sociopathic demon, he might have been uncomfortable eavesdropping on their private conversation. As it was, he was thrilled. His boy liked him. Not just like - liked him but, LIKE - liked him. He had spent way too much time in California.

Immediately he started making plans. They would run away together. They would fuck in the moonlight. They would.......

Spike had been so lost in his own delusions he had almost forgotten about the presence of the witch till she knelt close to him.

The minute she held her hands over his body he felt the heat and power rush through him. He could feel her seeking information and knew she was receiving it. What she didn't know, he was sure, was that the heat and power coursing through him from her was accelerating the healing of his body.

He was convinced she had no idea what she was capable of. Then she shifted her probe to his mind and emotions, and that was something he was not prepared to share. He had confusing feelings for the boy and he knew it was not in his best interests for anyone to recognize that so he shut her out.

Thanks to the witch he would be healed by tomorrow. Maybe he should steal her too. He wondered what it would feel like to stick his cock in that. 'Bet it would be like a wet finger in a light socket.' Spike chuckled to himself. Then he stopped. No, he didn't think his boy would like that, and for some bizarre reason that bothered him.

'WHAT THE FUCK?'

The smell of the fresh blood hit his nose and curled through his entire being. A craving stronger than life itself flooded him. If he hadn't been in his present state he surely would have ripped the life and blood from whatever creature was wounded and bleeding.

The instant it hit his lips he knew. The wounded creature was his own boy. His boy had bled himself for Spike. When he swallowed the images of love and purity that washed through him left him stunned.

He had always heard there was nothing more powerful than the blood of a true innocent freely given. And the blood told him everything. Xander was moral. He was very nearly without sin, yet human and flawed. Spike knew then that even his demon was not evil enough to bring corruption to this human.

This human that he wanted desperately to let himself love.

Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

"Xander! Stop! No more!" Willow was tugging frantically on her brother's arm trying to dislodge the bleeding hand from the suction of the Demon's mouth.

Xander pulled back, woozy and light headed. "Wow, that was a little on the scary side."

Willow slapped him on the back. "Scary? Are you crazy? Don't you ever do anything like that again." Throwing her arms around her brother, Xander could feel the dampness against his shoulder and knew it was her tears.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Look, I'm going to lay down here and take a quick nap. Please do me a favor. Milk the cow and take the eggs to Mother. I just need a few minutes."

Willow stood up and looked down on her beloved Brother. She wanted to respond, but it was too late. He was already sound asleep. Curled up next to his Demon.

Willow twisted her hands in her apron. "Oh, my sweet Brother. If only you knew of the terrible things I have seen. Things that will surely come to pass if he remains here."

Xander never stirred. Sadly Willow did as he asked. She completed his chores and left the barn, quietly closing the door so he wasn't disturbed.

Part Twenty-Three

Exhausted from the lack of sleep and the blood loss, Xander slept on into the afternoon.

With the infusion of the Witch's power and Xander's blood, Spike was all but healed and could feel himself slowly reawakening. His body felt strong and revived.

Stretching and yawning he looked over to see his boy beside him and he smiled as he remembered the overheard conversation between brother and sister.

For the next hour the usually hyper Demon was content to lie quietly and watch him sleep. He listened to the strong heartbeat and the flow of the powerful blood through his veins. He could hear the rush of air in and out of the healthy, clear lungs, and even chuckled at the gurgle of his empty stomach.

Xander was the most alive human he had ever seen. Wiggling closer Spike could feel the heat and smell the strong masculine musk from the boy. He was startled when he realized his demon had no interest in ripping, shredding, and devouring this flesh and blood beside him.

For one of the few times in the last hundred and some odd years, he was calm, purring, and completely at peace.

Spike could see Xander's eyes darting rapidly behind his closed eyelids and wondered what he dreamed of. Reaching over he ran a light touch of a fingertip over the boy's jaw line.

Instantly Xander's eyes popped open.

"Sorry," Spike whispered. "Didn't mean to wake you." Disoriented, Xander looked around to try and recall how and why he was sleeping in the barn, with the Demon. The confusion in his eyes cleared with the recall of the morning's events.

Hustling to a sitting position, Xander placed his hand on Spike's chest. "Are you alright? You look really good. How did you heal so fast?"

Spike laughed. He tried to focus on answering the questions, but was distracted by the warmth and intimacy of the hand on his body. Despite himself he could feel his cock harden. "I'm good. Your blood and your sister's power were just
what I needed." Spike carefully placed his hand over Xander's. Xander's breathing and heartbeat sped up. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the hypnotic stare of the blue ones.

Were they talking? Had Spike answered a question? Right now Xander couldn't say.

Fearful of scaring him off and ruining the moment, Spike waited to let Xander make the next move. Truth was, Spike expected Xander's next move to be up and out the door.

Spike never was very good a knowing where to place his bets.

Xander leaned over and pressed his lips cautiously against Spike's. Patiently, Spike allowed the kiss but made no move to respond. Xander pulled back and, tipping his head to the side, let his gaze settle on the soft cool lips below him.

Emboldened he dove in again. This time Spike joined in. The kiss deepened and at last Xander opened up and Spike's tongue moved in. Never breaking the kiss, Spike grabbed Xander's hips and pulled him down moaning at the feel of the boys weight pressing down on his smaller form. Xander gasped at the first feel of their matching erections rubbing against each other.

Flipping them over Spike settled on top and began the grinding and moving he knew they both needed to get off. Xander closed his eyes and allowed his body to flow with the tide of pleasure he was feeling. He could tell from the cold air that his cock had leaked enough to wet the front of his pants.

That thought aroused him even more. He imagined Spike's cock, that he had held earlier, rubbing and pressing against his own. He wondered what it looked like when it was hard and pumping. Within minutes the imagery combined with the pressure and stimulation produced the expected climax. With his feet flat on the floor Xander held Spike's hips firmly and jerked up. He could feel himself pulsing as the waves of blinding orgasm crashed through him.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced by his own hand and the shear volume of cum left him idly wondering if dehydration was a possibility.

His body went limp just as he became aware of Spike's own climax above him. He stared at the Demon's face, mesmerized by the look of strain and bliss as he emptied himself.

Totally spent, Spike rolled off and settled in beside the mussed mess of human. Xander wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, but he knew he had pressed his luck further that he should have already. Awkwardly balancing on both feet, Xander wrinkled his nose, took a rag and wiped out the front of his pants as best he could.

"You are probably still recovering. Why don't you sleep and I will come back tonight. I don't want my family to come looking for me and my work has been neglected." Collecting himself, Xander started toward the barn door. He just knew he had done a terrible thing and sinned greatly on more levels than he could count.

Still, regret was a difficult emotion to conjure up right now. Besides, he was sure Willow would help him with that later.

Spike laid on his side and watched Xander go. "Hey, you ever do that with a man before?"

Xander laughed. "Are you kidding? Other than Anya I have never even kissed another person before."

Spike scowled. "Anya? Who the fuck is Anya?"

"Oh, Anya is my betrothed. We are to be married soon. Now I must go. See you later."

He slipped quickly out the door and was too far up the path to the house to hear the screaming rampage that was taking place in the stall of the barn.

Part Twenty-Four

Willow stood in the back yard taking the clean clothes off the line and dropping them into a basket. She had finished all Xander's chores and when asked, told her Father she thought her brother was busy working on something else. She had never lied to Father before and with the nauseated feeling in her stomach resolved she would never do it again.

With the basket almost full she looked up in time to see Xander rushing toward the house. At first relieved to see that he was alright, Willow was then horrified.

Without trying, the "tell" kicked in and her eyes fogged over. The sight before her felt like a knife through her heart. She struggled to understand what she was seeing. The black haze around her beloved brother was now touching him. It engulfed him possessively and flowed through him.

With the clothes and basket forgotten Willow ran towards the barn. She wasn't sure what she would do, but she knew it was up to her to stop this. Her brother had been taken in and overcome by the Demon's evil and she would not allow that it go on any longer. He must be killed.

If that hurt Xander, well in time he would understand and know it was for the best. His soul was the only thing that mattered, and even if Willow lost hers in the fight, her brother would be saved.

Willow burst into the barn and rushed to the back stall. In passing she noticed a bucket overturned and hay bales shredded. But all that disarray was unimportant. She needed to find and destroy the evil deceiver.

Creeping up on him she found the Demon sleeping on the bed of straw. The "tell" that had not totally retreated again sharpened her sight. Willow was confused by what it told her. She stood at the Demon's feet and stared trying to comprehend what her eyes were showing her. After a few minutes her feet backed slowly away and she left, quietly as she had entered.

The rest of the day flew by. Xander whistled and playfully teased his mother as he skillfully avoided his sister. The dinner conversation was monopolized by his father who excitedly talked of the cow who was due to come fresh within the week.

The pros and cons of a field birth vs a barn were hashed and rehashed. Finally it was decided to let her stay out and closely monitor her progress. If she went, as expected, with no complications, then the weather was warm enough that she could calve outside.

Xander smiled and nodded in all the right parts of the discussion, but added little of his own. He had other things on his mind and one of them was the way Willow was frowning and squinting at him.

At the end of the meal he jumped up. "Xander, why don't you clean the kitchen with me tonight. Just like you used to do when you were little. I have missed that, and it will give you and I a chance to talk about Sunday with the Millers."

Xander was stopped dead in his tracks. Looking at Willow's grinning face he had a sneaking suspicion that the suggestion to his mother had been hers. "Of course, Mother. I would love that." He really hoped she could not see the truth behind his strained smile. Returning from his attempted escape at the kitchen door, he began collecting dirty dishes from the table.

In a switch of positions, Willow light stepped to the door and waved. "I think I will take a walk in the moonlight. Be back later." And she was gone. Xander just knew he had been bamboozled.

Knowing the barn could be seen from the house, Willow was careful not to go in. Instead she slipped around to the back side and called in through the open window. "Demon! Hey, you in there? Meet me at the fence line in the far pasture in five minutes. Let's go, move it!" As a post script she stuck her hand in the window and snapped her fingers.

Spike had wakened the minute she approached. He had thought for a moment it was his boy, but the smell and the
feel were unmistakably Willow. When he heard her commands he jumped to his feet. Furiously he stomped around as he dressed and located his coat. As mad as he was it never occurred to him not to obey. There was still a very large corner of his mind that was scared shitless of her.

Who the fuck did she think she was? He would not be ordered about like that. Spike hustled so he would not keep her waiting.

Willow had gone on ahead and waited patiently, leaning against the wooden post of the fence line. Right on time she watched as he approached. If she had any doubts about what she had seen earlier they were all gone now. It was really most extraordinary, but in the long run it made no difference. This was not about the Demon.

This was about her beloved brother and seeing to his protection. Swaggering up to where she stood, Spike let his eyes slide up and down her in assessment of his adversary. Willow was unfazed. "Demon"

"Witch"

The greetings were curt and for the most part respectful.

"What do you want and where is my boy?"

"Well, well, I must say you are looking much better. You certainly do recover fast don't you?"

Spike made no reply. He was positive his welfare was not Willow's main concern, so he waited for her to continue.

"Actually, Demon, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Xander is not your boy and never will be. I really don't know how, but I do think you have feelings for him and if that is the case you know the best thing you can do for him is to leave."

Spike was sputtering and boiling with the need to explode at this stupid woman. How dare she tell him what to do. How could he have even considered fucking her. His cock would probable fall off if he stuck it in anything that sour. Barely controlling himself he still needed to know one thing. "You tell me right now about who the fuck Anya is!"

Willow slapped her hands over her ears. "Do not use such profanity and tone when you speak to me."

Spike sighed the deep sigh of the misunderstood. With one hand on his hip and the other flipping his wrist he tried again in his best falsetto voice. "Pardon Miss Witch but would you please tell me just who the fuck this Anya person is?"

Willow crossed her arms over her chest. "Anya is the girl Xander is set to marry. He has already declared and the final arrangements will be discussed in three days. That is all the more reason for you to leave before then. Xander's life is already planned. There is no room in it for you."

With that Willow turned and walked away leaving Spike to stand alone.

Always alone.

He no longer had the energy for a tantrum.

Part Twenty-Five

Two hours later found Spike still standing at the edge of the woods. He had leaned on the fence smoking till he ran out of cigarettes. He couldn't stand the thought of going back into that barn again. He had been cooped up way too long.

Now that Angel had found him and scratched his little Sire's itch there was really no reason to stay here at all. He was free to go. He could just collect his things and leave. He was a free spirit for fuck's sake, not some pet chihuahua hanging around for a pat on the head. There was nothing here to interest him anyway.

"Hey, there you are. I looked in the barn but you weren't there, then I saw your hair. Kinda glows in the moonlight. Sorry I took so long. Had to help out my Mother. So what'ch doing way out here?"

Spike threw down and angrily stomped out the butt of his last smoke. "What, I can't come outside? You want me to stay hidden in the barn where no one knows I exist? Well Fuck you! You don't own me! You're not the boss of me. Demon here. Spawn of the devil, remember? I come and go as I please, and frankly right now I please to go."

Xander stepped forward and pulled Spike into a tight embrace. He felt as though every muscle in his body was strung taught as a bow string. "What's wrong, Demon? What has happened to upset you? I don't want to own you, I just like to be with you. Of course you are free to go, but I will miss you when you do."

The quiet simple words were all it took to melt Spike's iron resolve. He clutched Xander close and breathed in deeply, hoping to imprint his scent into Spike's memory for all time. Pulling back just a fraction of an inch, Spike sought out the lips of the warm human who had found his heart. This time Xander was ready.

Opening his mouth he let the demon's slick wet tongue seek out his own. Moaning, Xander opened wider and tried to delve deeper.

Releasing his grip on the boy, Spike began fumbling with the buttons on Xander's fly taking only a minute to wonder about a group of barbarians who would consider a zipper a modern convenience to shun.

When he realized what Spike was trying to do, Xander pushed him back. "No, not here." Breathlessly Xander grabbed his hand and yanked Spike into the cover of the trees. Looking in all directions he attacked his own buttons mumbling, "This is good. Come on, we're good."

Spike hardly heard. He had his own problems. Remembering that he was also wearing a pair of Xander's britches Spike couldn't understand why it was so much different that the button fly levis he often wore.

Finally both cocks tumbled free. Hard and erect they jutted out of the confines of the heavy blue cotton. Xander stood stock still. He stared at first one then the other. Not sure what to do with either, he hoped beyond hope that Spike would take it from here.

No worry - he would.

Spike stripped off the rest of his clothes slowly as he watched Xander watch him. Standing naked, he stepped back and with his arms outstretched allowed Xander to get a good look. Shame and insecurity were words that had no meaning to Spike. The early evening moonlight that shone down bathed everything in a soft blue haze. Spike's pale nude body seemed to shine in an unearthly glow. Xander's mouth hung open as he stared at the glorious form in front of him.

Confidently Spike stepped back in and removed Xander's shirt and pants unassisted. Running his hands up the warm human skin, Spike felt his own excitement ramp up higher. "Bloody beautiful!"

The sound of Spike's voice broke the spell and Xander flew into action. Grabbing and touching every inch of skin he
could reach. It all needed to be kissed, tasted and rubbed.

Spike floated on a cloud of euphoria. He briefly wondered if the Amish made good doctors because he had never been so thoroughly examined.

Xander kissed Spike's chest and stomach. Holding tightly to the demon's sharp hip bones he slid slowly to his knees. There he sat with Spike's hard leaking cock just inches from his nose.

"Do you know what men do together, Xander?" Xander never took his eyes off the object in front of him. He remembered seeing it soft and just knew it would be wonderful when it was full and ready. He was not disappointed. It was the most exciting, perfect thing he had ever seen. He shook his head. "I'm not sure what any two people do together."

Spike widened his stance, causing his cock to sway and bob. "Lick it, Xander. Just put your tongue on it and taste it."
To Xander that sounded like the most logical thing in the world, so he did. Starting at the base, Xander licked a strip up to the tip. Swiping over the slit Xander's tongue scooped up the fluid that had leaked out.

The taste that filled his mouth was an odd combination of bitter, salty and sour. But more than that, it was pure Spike. Sitting back he let the flavor settle in as he watched his hand work the saliva wet cock. He liked the way pulling the foreskin up caused the wrinkled sac to stretch tight and show the balls as they shifted and flopped, so he licked them too.

Spike kept both hands on Xander's head. He wanted to ram his cock down the boy's throat and fuck his face till he exploded, but even his demon understood that this was so much better. "Suck on me, Xander. Wrap your lips around it and suck on it." Spike's voice showed the strain of the self control that was quickly slipping away.

What followed was an awkward, noisy, sloppy, blow job. Xander's excitement and eager attempt easily made up
for his lack of experience. Spike threw his head back and thought of nothing past the heat and the suction that was working and pleasing his cock. "Play with my balls, Xander. Ugh, yeah, just like that." Within minutes, Spike could feel the sharp tingle start in his spine and shoot down to his groin. Not wanting to shock or choke his boy, Spike made the hardest decision of his unlife. He gripped his cock and pulled it from the heaven of his boy's mouth.

Xander watched, mesmerized as Spike's cock grew even harder and jerked in his hand when the first spurts of thick cum shot out. Surprising them both, his tongue darted and caught some. Licking his lips, Xander moaned and wrapped his hand around his own still stiff cock as the flavor burst in his mouth.

Watching his boy fist himself frantically, Spike reached down and stilled his hand. "Let me. I want to do that."

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