What Happens in Vegas
by
BmblBee
Part Sixteen
"Let's go, Harris! Chop Chop. Time to get movin' Don't fancy being late for work. Cards to shuffle, chips to count and such."
Xander scrambled into the bathroom. Not sure exactly what to expect, he was surprised none the less, to find Spike sitting, stark naked, legs crossed, on the closed toilet seat, filing his fingernails.
Pointing casually at the shower he tossed instructions without looking up. "Start the water and let me know when it's good and hot. Also, my favorite sponge is hanging on a hook. Do be a good little pet and get it all soapy for me."
Clearly this was not to be the x-rated shower fantasy Xander had playing a loop through his brain. "Uh, sure thing, Master." Unfortunately, the sarcasm of the last word was lost on Spike, who only caught the title and not the tone.
His cock twitched.
Still, he refused to look up. Spike was determined that when he finally let his cock pack it's little overnight bag and rent a room in Xander's ass, it would be because Xander himself had asked.
He would not make the first move.
He would not beg.
All Spike had to do was encourage him to see the light.
Xander scurried about foaming the sponge and periodically testing the water till it was good and steamy. Finally, all was ready. Carefully schooling his expression to conceal the happy grin that threatened to explode, Xander began to disrobe.
"Ahem. Pardon, pet, but what do you think you are doing?"
"Well, I don't intend to take a shower with my clothes on."
"Xander, Love, you are not going to take a shower at all." Spike casually pushed by him and stepped into the water.
Letting out a long happy sigh, he stood under the spray and let the water cascade all down his body. Xander, on the other hand, stood, half dressed, watching.
"What..?" Xander sputtered, jerking the curtain back
.
"Oi! Letting all the heat out!" Spike snatched the shower curtain back into place.
Watching Spike's outline as he shampooed his hair and lathered his body with the very sponge that Xander himself had so carefully soaped, he tapped his foot as he waited impatiently for an explanation.
He watched as Spike rinsed his hair, and he waited. He watched as Spike rinsed his body, and still he waited. Xander was beginning to remember why he always thought Spike was such a pain in the ass, long before he wanted Spike to be a pain in his ass.
"Look, Spike..."
"Hold that thought, pet. Go fetch me a towel. Believe I'll have a pleasant little wank then be ready for you to dry me off. Quickly, Pet, Quickly."
Xander could mentally hear Spike snapping his fingers.
'Fetch a towel? What fuckin' nerve....... A WANK? Doesn't that mean....?' With the speed of a rumrunner heading south, Xander was back in four seconds with the towel.
Apparently four seconds was enough.
Through the curtain, Xander could clearly see Spike's outline as he slowly, slickly,lovingly, massaged a perfect, proud, protruding prick.
Xander's jaw and the towel both hit the floor at the same time. His fingers twitched and itched to reach out and touch something. Spike's hand sped up and he started making the most erotic low growly sound deep in his chest. Xander's body swayed forward. Desperately he held himself back.
He wanted Spike so badly he thought he would faint from need, but he also needed to know he would not be rejected.
His past love life left a lot to be desired, and as much as he wanted Spike, he would not make the first move. He would not beg.
Carefully, Xander peeled back the elastic waist band of his sleep pants. It was still dry and crusty and stuck to his belly hair from his earlier conversation in the livingroom. He had really been looking forward to that shower.
Peeking down, he could see that apparently Bubba was also ready for a romp in the water. Ordinarily this could be an awkward situation if it weren't for the fact that Spike was slapping away just a couple of feet and a thin sheet of plastic in front of him.
Xander shrugged and took a choke hold on Bubba. Watching Spike, he could see him standing with one hand on the shower wall. His head was down and it sent a thrill down Xander's stomach to his balls knowing Spike was watching himself as he stroked.
Xander could hear Spike growl and grunt. It looked almost painful the way he was pulling and squeezing himself. Xander wished it was his cock that Spike was punishing.
Xander tried to imagine standing, bent over, with Spike pressed against his back as that thick cock pounded into his ass.
Just as he thought he could take no more, he saw Spike stiffen and heard him whisper "Xander" as he spurted down the drain.
Pressing his cock against his body, Xander came seconds after. Swaying with blissful aftershocks, Xander smiled sleepily.
Slamming back the curtain, the sight that Spike faced caught his unneeded breath. Xander stood there, deflating cock in his sticky hand. Hair mussed and face and body flushed a perfect pink. Xander looked up with half hooded eyes
"You called my name."
"Sure did, Pet. Was wondering where you were with the towel." Stepping out, Spike reached down snatched up the fallen towel and proceeded on to the bedroom.
"By the way, Harris. You can wash your hands and wipe yourself up with a damp cloth, but no shower. Now, hurry up and dress. Our shift starts at the Starfish in thirty minutes. Time enough to grab a sandwich if you hurry."
Tossing his used towel to Xander he watched as Xander stomped, cussed and dried himself with it.
This was NOT what he had in mind.
This was degrading.
This was restrictive.
He felt owned.
He felt.....
Xander may often be accused of being slow off the mark, but he did eventually catch up. He stopped drying. His eyebrows shot up and his very best "Like a beer" smile spread across his face.
Possessive Spike.
Submissive Xander.
YES! This was headed in the right direction after all.
Now that Spike had taken Xander on as a pet he had no intention of letting anyone or anything get their mitts on him.
By using Spike's towel, Xander now smelled like both of their spunks smeared together.
It was a major announcement to all the demons at the Starfish.
It promised to be a very interesting evening.
Spike had no idea.
Part Seventeen
Traffic had been light and they were well on their way to work. Taking the back streets and avoiding the congested Strip, Xander was glad Spike knew his way around. With his sense of direction, Xander would have been lost. Spike, on the other hand appeared to have a built in vampire GPS.
'Wonder if that sense of direction will help him wind his way around my tushy when the time comes?' Xander squiggled in his seat.
Spike snuck a peek over. It seemed as though Xander would give off waves of arousal at the oddest times. 'Even back in Sunnydale, never could figure what was on that one's mind'
"So, I've been puzzling on something, Pet. If you drove here and then retrieved your bags from your car, where did you park it? I assume you're still driving that rat trap you bought from your disreputable Uncle Rory."
"Rat trap? Oh, right. Yeah, funny thing." another twitch, followed by much seat squirming, "I drove it here, it broke down, and when I left it parked on the street they must have towed it away. Maybe a car thief stole it. Anyway, it's just gone. Poof." Xander smiled, proud of his quick thinking.
Spike was tickled. That couldn't have worked out better if he had paid someone to steal it. He didn't want Xander having any avenue of escape. Not till he had a chance to show him how good they could be together.
Truth was Spike had been lonely since leaving California. He had spent a lot of long solitary nights thinking of Xander, and now that he was here, he had no intention of letting him go. Loneliness was not good for a vampire.
Looking down at his right hand and flexing his fingers, Spike wondered if it was possible for a vampire to get carpal tunnel. Shrugging, he relaxed back in his seat, one hand on the wheel and darting rapidly through traffic, he tried to sound helpful.
"Well, we could call the police. You know, have a report made and all. Really don't think they would spend much time looking for it, though, piece of shit and such. Car was hardly worth driving. Frankly if they do find it I wouldn't want it parked anywhere near my place. Total embarrassment it is. Can of crap. Bucket of junk....."
"I get the point!!!" Xander wasn't sure why he was so insulted, but damn it, he was. That little red sports car had meant a lot to him and he missed it. It was the first nice thing he ever owned.
Course Spike had never even seen it, and he didn't know that the car he was cracking on had died months ago.
Xander still remembered the day he bought the Miata. The really good looking salesman had winked at him and told him it was a hell of a phallic symbol.
Xander wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded like something magic. Like something Willow would order at the Magic Shop. "Get me two bat eyes, a cup of powdered ginseng root, and a phallic symbol. We can save the world with this spell!"
Xander smiled. He missed Willow. He also missed the car. Whenever he wondered if selling the Miata was the right thing to do he focused on why he had done it. And the why was sitting right next to him. Looking sexy and smelling even better. Guess the only thing to do is make sure it wasn't sold in vain.
"So, Master, just how the fuck is this pet shit supposed to work while I am schlepping beers and graciously accepting gropes and tips?" Xander turned sideways in his seat.
It was much better focusing on Spike rather than the scenery that was whizzing by at the speed of light.
Ignoring the blasting horns and waving fingers that followed his path, Spike cut through a parking lot and around a taxi picking up four nuns. Xander blinked. 'Wow, I didn't even know nuns knew words like that'
Spike never took his eyes off the road. "Simple. I am a master vampire, and you are my pet. As soon as we enter the Starfish, everyone in there will recognize and respect my claim. They will not touch you and they will not speak to you without my permission. You will be allowed to continue working there because it suits me to keep you close, however, things will be different."
Xander glanced up in time to see the casino parking lot approaching rapidly on the left. Before he had the chance to suggest they slow down, Spike slammed on the brakes, spun around as he hit the gravel, and slid to a stop neatly in the first available parking place.
Xander took a minute to thank God he had not shit himself. Considering the fit of the spandex pants, it could have resulted in a very ugly evening.
Spike made no move to exit the car. Xander waited to see why. "Xander, Love, a good pet gets the door for his master."
Xander's eyes glazed over as his brain picked up that train of thought and took off at high speed with it.
'A good pet sucks his master's cock.
A good pet rolls over on his tummy for his master.
A good pet spreads his....'
"Xander! Open the damn door!"
In a flash Xander was out, around, and opening the door as Spike stepped royally onto the curb. Pausing as Xander closed the car door, Spike straightened his bow tie, smoothed back two errant hairs on his stiff over gelled head and
rearranged his somewhat puffy package into a more comfortable position. "Ready Pet?"
"Yes, Spike. I mean Master Spike. Or is it Master William? Or Master Sirrah? Or "
Spike groaned and left Xander musing on the walk.
Somehow this was not quite how he had envisioned it.
At least he would finally get the respect he deserved from those wanker demons in the Starfish. Reaching the back entrance he waited as Xander ran to catch up and open the door for him.
The inside of the casino was always the same.
Loud.
Slot machine bells ringing, coins clanking as they hit the metal trays.
Lights flashing. Red, blue, white, streaming, promising.
People laughing, shouting as they hit or just missed that one big jackpot. Dealers calling hands, and waiters with the ever present "Like a beer?"
It was all background noise. Sounds that can be tuned out without effort or conscious thought. It was all low on Spike's list of priorities.
Stepping in confidently, Spike was nearly bowled over as he was roughly shoved aside. "Xander! My boy! Now that's the scrumptious treat I hired!" Kermit had rushed out of his office as they passed.
Xander wondered briefly how he could say all that and sniff him at the same time.
Seconds later, feeling a cold nose work up his back, Xander glanced over his shoulder in time to hear Binky, the bartender growl low in Xander's ear "Like a beer?"
Furious, Spike stood back observing what appeared to be a Xanwich.
Part Eighteen
"Hey, Get the fuck off him!" Spike stormed forward and jerked Xander out from between the two hungry, horny, three dicks between them, demons. Rubbing himself, Kermit studied Xander's neck as best as he could from across the room.
"Don't look bit. Did you bite him yet? If he ain't bit he ain't claimed proper like. You gonna bite him? Can I watch. Might be a few dollars in it for you." Kermit was clearly drooling, eyes glazed and twitching.
Xander tried his best to stifle a moan. The whole mental picture slammed him in the gut. The thought of being bit by Spike was something that had only just started to creep into his fantasies. Now it exploded in his brain in full color.
And to do it in front of people? Oh my God! Was that a new kink? And watching Spike get paid for it? Holy Fuck!!
Xander groaned. Temporarily forgotten, all eyes turned his way. Staring pointedly at his crotch Spike demanded "What the hell is your dick hard for?''
Xander knew he had three options. Denial, apology, or diversion. He slapped on his best smile and checked his watch.
"Oh, look at the time. We're going to be late for work. Gotta move that beer."
All three demons watched him leave. Whistling and bouncing like he didn't have a care in the world.
Binky headed to the locker room to change his sticky spandex. Kermit ducked into his office to find his oil and turn the security camera on Xander, and Spike was left standing alone and wondering where it all went so wrong.
'Fuck! Goddamn greenass bastard is right. Need to get him bit.'< This was all just getting too confusing.
Spike's demon was screaming for him to just grab Xander, bite him and fuck him into the middle of next week, but his reason side fumbled for a revised plan. Muttering, he reported to his blackjack table, clapped, showed his hands, and relieved the dealer on duty.
Watching Xander all night was slowly becoming hell on earth, and as someone with some real life hell experience, he knew just what that was like. His breaks were taken quickly, chain smoking in the alley, and pacing frantically.
He just knew that by shift change at 4 a.m. Xander would have enough cash to pay his debt and be on his way. What to do. What to do? This was going to take some serious thought.
The evening had certainly started out on an interesting note. Xander wondered if all those years in shit end jobs could have been avoided by simply writing "does not shower" on the job applications. It appeared to be a hell of a selling point.
If his whole reason for being here wasn't to snare himself a blond vampire, Xander could have gone in the back room a dozen times tonight. None of that interested him. It was not where his heart lay.
Xander was overwhelmed by demons sniffing, ordering beer and stuffing dollars down his pants. This was not good. Time was running out and his hopes and dreams were flushing quickly down the drain.
He easily had enough money tonight alone to repay everything he owed Spike and then some. He needed a plan. A new plan. This was going to take some serious thought.
One hour. Xander checked his watch for the hundredth time tonight and realized time was almost up. It was now or never. Desperately his brain searched for a solution. Looking up, his eyes locked with Spike's and in that unblinking
gaze it came to him.
A plan.
No, a fucking brilliant plan.
Spike couldn't tear his eyes away. Staring at Xander, he could see something earth shattering pass over him. Grabbing the pit boss to fill in for him, Spike rushed to Xander's side.
Latching on to his arm he dragged him quickly into the employee locker room. "Xander? Pet? What's wrong?"
This was it. In that quick millisecond, Xander developed, honed and prepared to put his plan into action. Knowing it was now or never, and without further ado, Xander burst into tears.
"Oh my God! Xan, Love, what is it?"
Pitifully trying to regain control of himself, Xander pushed Spike away and hid his face in his hands. "No, No. I can't tell you. I am too ashamed. It's just too horrible to comprehend."
Pausing and peeking through his fingers, Xander didn't have long to wait.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me. You're my pet. You can tell me anything. Please, Xan, what happened?"
Tearfully resigning himself to telling his Master what he had done, Xander sighed and sat down on the steps.
"I did it for you Spike. I wanted to get the money to pay you back. I just want to be a good pet and make you proud."
Xander looked up and batted his eyelashes over his best puppy dog eyes.
Spike steeled himself for the news. Whatever Xander had done, he could handle it. After all, how bad could it be? "It's alright pet. Tell your Master what you did. I promise I won't get mad."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Double promise?"
"I double promise"
"Cross your........"
"Xander! Just fuckin' spit it out!"
Standing up, Xander backed slowly away from Spike and in a voice only a vampire could hear, he confessed. "I went to Mr. Kermit and told him if he would pay you all the money I owe you he could watch while you fuck and bite me."
"WHAT?" Spike staggered backward. He couldn't believe his ears.
It was all being handed to him on a silver platter.
Everything he ever wanted.
And the only catch was, what? That green two cocked idiot got to watch? Well, fuck, he was a vampire. He didn't give a shit if the whole world watched.
"I...You...We..." Taking a deep breath, Spike tried again. "Xander, Pet, why would you do such a thing? Do you realize
if we do this, you can't leave? You will belong to me permanently"
"I guess I just didn't think. I'm sorry, but it's too late. I already made the deal. He did promise to stand out of the way where we will never see him while you are doing the dastardly deed. You won't even know he is there."
Xander did his best to look contrite. This was perfect. He would get fucked, bit, and the one thing he wanted most of all.
He would get Spike. And the best part was he had enough money to make it seem Kermit had actually handed over the payoff. Kermit would never know. And all is right with the world. After examining all angles, Xander could honestly see no errors in his plan.
"I suppose if you refuse I could go see him again. I can't even imagine what he will do to me as punishment. Maybe eat
my eyeballs or knit my intestines into a sweater." Xander shrugged. He hung his head, resigned to accept the torture.
'O.k. Spikey this is your moment. Impress the lad with how noble you can be and collect the prize.' "No, that won't be necessary. I suppose I can see my way clear to do what must be done. Is now too soon? I mean no sense in putting off the inevitable." Spike began removing his pants.
"Wait! Not yet. I need to run home to pick up some...um....items. We can use the back room. Stay here. DON'T LEAVE!" Xander pointed his finger sternly under Spike's nose as he snatched the car keys and ran for the door.
On his way to the back room to simmer in anticipation of the coming (hee hee) event, Spike needed to make just one stop. Slamming one of his Doc Martins against Kermit's office door, Spike stomped toward his desk. Kermit was startled, he had never seen William so angry.
"All right you double dicked Prick! I'll fuck the boy up the ass till he can't walk straight for a week. I'll pump him so full of vamp cum it will run down his legs for an hour, and I'll bite him just as he comes. Then I'll claim him as my own, and you can watch, but don't you ever threaten him again. Do you understand?"
Kermit passed out, and his head hit the desk with an echoing
'THUMP'
Part Nineteen
Xander hit the apartment and flew in like a hurricane. Stripping as he dashed for the shower, he was in and out in five minutes. Still dripping wet, he pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt and dropped to his knees in front of the bed stand.
Frantically rummaging, he selected several butt plugs of various sizes and two bottles of flavored lube. 'Hmmm. Cherry to start and passion fruit to finish.' Xander stopped himself as he threatened to giggle hysterically.
Checking his watch he saw that he had been gone almost seventeen minutes. Scrambling quickly up he rushed for the door. Passing by the couch he noticed the purple head of his mutineer friend peeking out from under the cushion. "Maybe next time, buddy."
Startling, full color pictures assaulted his brain. Images of Spike in all his naked glory stalking towards him. That wonderful cock, hard, hooded and wet, bouncing as he moved.
Xander faltered at the front door as the visions overwhelmed him. Looking down at his own very eager pants ferret, he wondered if he had time? Wouldn't take more than a tug or two. 'Nope! Gotta be a good pet and save it for the Master.'
Xander groaned as the panorama in his brain burst into a wide screen epic. Shaking his head to clear it, he hugged his possessions close to his chest and ran for the car.
Dumping them on the passenger's seat, he turned the key, threw it into gear and squealed the tires in a way that would have made Spike himself envious.
Spike paced and smoked two cigarettes to calm himself after his tirade with his big ass boss, Kermit. It didn't bother him at all that people wanted to watch, in fact it only made his performance a little more polished. Some of his best work was done on stage - so to speak.
No, what pissed him off was that shithead had the nerve to threaten his Xander. Hell, he didn't care about the money.
He had plenty. He was only working here because he was at a crossroads in his unlife. A middle time between here and there.
But now he had a purpose again. A pet to train, and ownership was not something Spike took lightly. There were all sorts of responsibilities that went with pet ownership. It was true that getting one as a young pup was easier, but an older one could still be molded, formed, trained and taught, and he was just the vamp to handle the job.
Spike smiled at the mental images swirling around. Images of how he would have to correct and punish his
wayward pet. Smacking him with a cool cock on the nose when he misbehaves.
Bending him over Spike's knee and spanking that pink, firm round bottom when he steps out of line. Tying him to the bed frame and.....
"Where the fuck did he go?" Spike lit up another cigarette. Heading down the hallway, he checked in several of the back rooms. The first two were separated by the central hallway. These rooms were the largest.
They were also the most disgusting. They were nothing more than square, 15' X 15' areas. There was no furniture save the wooden benches that ran the length of each side.
They were dark, utilizing only the light that streamed in from the ceiling lights in the hallway.
These were quicky rooms. Evidence clearly splattered on the floor and walls.
Rooms men came into with each other or with one of the waiters or employees. They were for nothing more than a fast exchange of blowjob or butt fuck for money or pleasure.They were rooms Spike never wanted to think of Xander stepping foot in.
Moving on, he came to the next two. Also opposite each other, they were somewhat better furnished. Resembling a cheap motel room, they each had a bed with stiff suspicious coverings, a bedstand for supplies, and a toilet and
sink in the corner. They were functional.
A bit more than a quick fuck, but still lacking in that personal, emotional, component that this night cried out for.
Not that Spike cared for himself. Vampire here.
Fuck and a fight was all he needed to get off, but these humans were a breed apart. Wanted coddling. Needed to be touched and talked to first. All things that Spike was more than willing to engage in.
Not for himself, of course.
Only for Xander.
No, this still would not do. Looking on down towards the end of the hall, he knew all that was left was the offices.
A huge grin that quickly slid down to a leer, Spike knew just where to go. Striding forward, he came to a room that was used as an outer office. A den of sorts before you entered the area of Kermit's own space.
It was a small cozy room that had filing cabinets, and a small desk against one wall and most importantly, a rich, plush, double sized, maroon leather couch. The floor was thick with heavy wool carpet. Carpet that would cushion bare feet, knees or a naked ass.
Besides, it seemed somewhat judicious that Spike and his pet would leave enough of a mess that Kermit would no doubt have to shitcan that sofa and, with luck, maybe the carpet too.
Decision made. Preparations to be completed.
Sticking his head in the outer office, Spike acted as though still pissed off, he had come back to chew on Kermit for a second time. "Kermit!"
No sign of the demon. Trying again, somewhat easier "Kermit?"
Still nowhere around, Spike had satisfied himself that the boss had gone home. Perfect.
By the time tomorrow when Kermit demanded a date and time for the claiming, he could parade Xander's scar and bowlegged walk. Proving it was too late.
Personally he would have enjoyed the thrill of the applause and cheers of the audience, but Xander was tetchy about it so, maybe later. This time was all about getting the deed done. Make it permanent. For good. For keeps.
"Where the fuck was he?"
Flying through traffic, Xander passed the Catholic church and swerved around the same gaggle of nuns headed for morning prayer. 'Gee, you'd think if they can't do it, they wouldn't be so quick to yell it.'
Cheerfully he waved out the window at them and sped on. Hitting the gravel of the parking lot, Xander copied Spike's
move, spinning sideways and slidding to a stop just missing Kermit's Cadillac by inches.
Snatching up his equipment and pressing it tight to his body, Xander kicked the cardoor closed and ran for the building's back door. Bypassing the hallway to the casino, Xander was looking for a different type of action.
"Spike?" Xander tried to keep his voice low. Loud enough for a vampire to hear, but not a - whatever the hell kind of demon Kermit was.
"In here, Love." Xander followed the sound of Spike's voice to the inner sanctum of the main offices.
Realizing where they were, Xander was delighted. He knew by schedule, Kermit would be working the casino floor for at least two more hours. No chance would they be interupted. Spike, too, was confident of their privacy, believing Kermit had already left, taking the night off.
The time of magic had arrived.
Part Twenty
Spike had clearly spent some time preparing the room. All Kermit's papers from his desk had been thrown to the floor
and kicked to the side. Candles were lit and the lighting dim. Smiling, Xander stood in the doorway and admired Spike's initiative. It was wonderful.
"What'ch got there, Pet?"
Xander had forgotten the arm load of toys he had brought, and looked down embarrassed. "Oh, just something I thought a good pet should bring to his Master."
Spike was thrilled. He was afraid Xander was going to take some coaxing and wheedling. Then he remembered that this
was only being done so Xander could repay a debt.
Frowning for only a second, Spike decided it didn't matter why, only that it was done. Besides, he wasn't called Master for nothing. Once he put a royal fuckin' on the boy, he would be too satisfied for regret.
Noticing a quick frown flash across Spike's brow, Xander wondered if Spike would have done this without the threat from Kermit. He knew he should feel guilty for the lie, but he just couldn't. And anyway, when it was all done he would be the best pet Spike could ever want, and neither of them would ever be alone again.
Walking slowly around the perimeter of the room Spike appeared to be looking for something specific. "Well, since Kermit's sick ass isn't in here I guess he is watching from another room, huh?"
Searching his brain for a good lie, Xander decided simplicity was the best. "Yeah, he said to just go ahead. Kinda like he didn't even know we were in here doing anything."
That answer seemed to satisfy Spike, and he stopped looking. "Sure, we just pretend he's already left for the day."
Returning to Xander and the things he was dumping on the couch, Spike immediately recognized them as the ones Xander had hidden in the drawer. Rooting through the pile he was a little disappointed to see the purple pirate not present and accounted for. Oh, well, next time.
"So, Spike, where do we start. You know I've never done this before. I mean I have had sex. Both alone AND with other people. I just mean I never, you know, with another guy. I never really realized I wanted another guy till I thought about you and I think I'll shut up now." Xander took a deep breath and waited.
Spike cocked his head to the side and just took a minute to study the human in front of him. He had definitely filled out since Sunnydale. Maybe some taller, too. Wonderful dark eyes and very kissable mouth.
Watching the vein in Xander's neck throb with each heartbeat, he wondered if Xander knew that somewhere down the line there would be blood sucking involved in their relationship.
The more time that passed the more nervous Xander became. "Um, Spike? You still with me here? I do something wrong?"
Shaking his head, Spike approached Xander and ran his hands up Xander's chest. Reaching his neck, Spike slid his hands around the back of Xander's head and pulled his face close. "I am definitely here, Pet, and you have done everything absolutely right."
With that Spike closed the gap between them. The kiss started out lightly.
Just testing.
Giving each a chance to evaluate the other on a level they had never shared. Both decided the other was more than acceptable and the kiss deepened. Leaning his head slightly sideways, Xander opened his mouth in invitation. Groaning, Spike slipped his tongue in. He had never tasted anything as sweet and warm as this human.
Xander was so open and despite all he had done in his life, still pure. He wore his emotions and feelings so openly they were all there to be tasted.
No wonder he was a demon magnet.
Xander had never been a big fan of just kissing. Anya wanted to do it all the time, and it was o.k., but it really seemed sort of pointless. Besides, she would open her mouth and then wait for him to dazzle her with his magnificent tongue play. They were usually both very disappointed.
He now understood what tongues were really all about. Spike was doing amazing things with that cool, slick, hungry,
Oh God, what else could that tongue do? Xander moaned. A deep aching sound that went straight to both their cocks.
Pulling back for a deep breath, Xander dove in again. This time battling tongue for tongue. Reaching around Spike's hip, Xander pulled him in tight till their cocks bumped against each other.
Hard against harder.
Both men forgetting what fibs they had told to get here.
The ends very certainly justified the means.
Without breaking contact between their cocks, Spike slipped his hand between them and grabbed hold of the tail of Xander's shirt. Xander released the firm butt cheeks he had been clutching and lifted his arms.
Still shirtless from his shift as dealer, Spike closed his eyes as Xander rubbed his warm naked skin against Spike's cool oiled body.
Both men's nipples were stiff from arousal and the cool air of the air conditioned office. Brushing them together caused a wonderful tingle that tickled into their stomachs and balls.
Stepping back, Spike reached down and unbuttoned Xander's jeans.When he got no hesitation, he followed it with a slow unzip, and tugged the jeans over his hips. Gracefully lowering himself to his knees, Spike buried his nose in Xander's groin and inhaled deeply.
He smelled so good. Clean, like sandalwood soap, just slightly covering a deeper scent of male musk and arousal..
Under it all was the pure smell of Xander's own chemistry.
An addictive wonderful smell that Spike wanted to swim and surround himself with. If he and Xander were never together again, the memory of this scent would stay with Spike for the rest of the time he walked this earth.
Sliding his hands into Spike's hair, he cupped around the back of Spike's skull. Holding his head still, Xander spread his legs and jerked his hips forward to press his leaking cock into Spike's face. "Taste me, Spike. Tell me if my cum now will taste as good as my blood later."
Spike moaned. 'Jesus could that boy talk some stuff.' Composing himself, Spike let his tongue snake out and lick quickly over the head of Xander's cock making it twitch. "Mmmm, sweet as honey."
Spike licked his way up and down the thick shaft until Xander could stand no more teasing.
"Wait, Spike, wait. I'll come too soon." Xander tried to pull away.
"Just the thing, Pet. Make the main event last longer." With that he swallowed Xander's cock down till it hit the back
of Spike's throat.
Sliding back he stabbed his tongue into the slit roughly. Five more tight sucks and Xander doubled over, pumping hot bitter sweet liquid life into Spike's mouth.
Rising to his feet, Spike ripped off the stretched spandex pants he wore and nodded at the oils and toys on the couch.
"Where do we start, Love?"
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