Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Eleven
Spike didn’t wait for Xander to recover before starting in again on the boy. Xander was still gasping for breath when the first cool, slick finger penetrated his body, its passage made easier by his extremely relaxed state. Still, he jumped a little, the cold gel a shock to his heated skin. Spike nuzzled Xander’s belly, tickling the boy’s navel. Xander just shuddered and submitted to whatever Spike wanted to do.
Xander wasn’t sure he could actually do this again. He’d been put through the wringer twice today already; once at work and once just a minute ago. Yeah, he was young, but he wasn’t *that* young. Recovery time was a fact of life.
But not today. He was shocked to find himself responding to Spike’s thorough ministrations, his cock hardening again, although much more slowly than before. Then there was that lovely, cool mouth, licking its way down to his balls, sucking on them gently…
“Spike!” Xander wailed when the vampire drew his balls into his cold mouth, just holding them there. Xander trembled, arousal making his body quake even as he tried to remain perfectly still. The vampire began to suck, pulling his balls deeper inside. Xander felt teeth, sharp points brushing his skin. At the same time, Spike’s fingers began to pull and stretch him, opening him wide. Three, four, now five fingers, both hands now, working in and out. One hand’s fingers pressing on his prostate, the other working guardian muscle. And still that mouth, trapping his testicles. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t stay still.
Spike chuckled around his mouthful as a stream of precum began to dribble down his face. Xander’s cock was pressed against his forehead and was leaking continuously. The blonde could feel Xander straining to keep himself upright, to not shift or move a muscle. Spike wanted him to lose control again, to beg and plead for Spike to just fuck him already. To that end, Spike redoubled his efforts, moving his hands with greater purpose.
Xander shrieked when laughed around his balls, and screamed when one of Spike’s hands drifted lower, to stroke and scrape his perineum. Slender fingers stroked the base of his balls, right up to where they disappeared into Spike’s mouth. The other hand kept pumping inside him, driving him insane. “Spike,” Xander moaned.
“Hmm?” Spike hummed. He wasn’t about to let Xander go just to ask a coherent question, especially not when he knew what the boy wanted anyway.
“Please, gods, fuck me,” Xander cried. “Stop teasing.”
Spike hummed his agreement, causing Xander to keen and wail plaintively. The vampire let Xander’s balls slide out of his mouth. Then he extracted his fingers and crawled out from under the boy. Oh, Xander was a lovely sight, all sweaty and shaking. Spike knelt behind him, wrapping one arm around the boy’s middle. The other hand reached up and untied the belt from the headboard so that Spike could lift Xander up and onto his lap. Spike reached down and positioned himself, letting Xander sink down on him.
Xander arched his back, striking Spike’s shoulder with his head. “Spike!” He moaned as he was slowly filled. Spike responded by lifting Xander’s still-bound arms over his head, letting them loop around Spike’s neck. Xander used his new position as leverage, lifting himself up and sinking back down onto Spike. He had control here; Xander set the pace as he rode Spike, shifting and wriggling until he had the vampire’s cock just where he wanted it.
Spike was in hell. He held onto the boy with both arms, steadying Xander as the brunette rode him. Xander didn’t take him very deep, just enough to bump the head of his cock against the boy’s prostate. Over and over again, incredible pressure on his cockhead. Spike let himself shift into gameface; in this position, Xander couldn’t be scared of it. That transformation left him with more control, which he used to focus on lifting the boy and guiding him a bit more, increasing both men’s pleasure.
Xander felt Spike wordlessly instruct him, showing him how to move *just so*. The effects were stunning; Xander tried each little twist and thrust again and again. Once Spike was sure Xander had it down, one cold hand reached up to grasp the boy’s cock, giving the brunette another sharply pleasurable sensation to contend with.
“Harder,” Xander ordered as he thrust himself into Spike’s hands. “Come on, Spike. I won’t break.” Xander loved being jacked off; there wasn’t much he’d rather have done to him. But he liked it rougher, faster. Harder. Spike obliged, tightening his grip even as he sped up a little. The results were overwhelmingly positive; Xander screeched and bucked hard, almost forcing Spike flat onto the bed. Still Xander worked himself on Spike, using the vampire’s body for his own pleasure.
Spike gritted his teeth and tried to focus on Xander. He was close, too close to keep going very much longer. The slick glide of smooth, sweaty skin was intoxicating and the boy smelled like fighting and blood and sex and lust, all of which whipped Spike into frenzy. With a harsh growl, Spike thrust deep into Xander and came, fisting the brunette almost cruelly to bring him along.
Xander froze as his body convulsed one last time, ecstasy blending with oblivion as the combined effects of the day’s activities took their toll on him. His arms relaxed and he stayed glued to Spike’s body only by his bound hands and impaled flesh.
Spike shook himself to clear his head. Lust was a heavy fog to escape, and Spike was finding himself deep within it with startling frequency. He finally reached for Xander’s arms, bringing them back down and unbinding them. He massaged each wrist briefly, and then slowly eased the brunette back down onto the mattress. “Eleven,” He murmured as he lovingly stroked Xander’s ass, noting that he really should clean them up before he fell asleep.