Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Sixteen
Xander poured himself a tall glass of milk and sat down at the bar. Work had been boring, which wasn't normal. But for some reason, his boss had asked him to fill out the most mundane paperwork he'd ever seen. After eight straight hours of the stuff, Xander's eyes were crossed and he was crawling the walls. Of course, it was nothing that a stack of Oreos couldn't solve.
The first one was pinched between his thumb and ring finger and lowered into the milk with military precision. Xander knew from long experience just how much time it took to get an Oreo to the perfect point of softness without losing the treat when it dissolved in the milk. He ate the cookie slowly, relishing the mushy texture and sugary filling.
This exercise served to do more than just alleviate his boredom. Xander was procrastinating. The sun was out, so Spike was off being a vampire somewhere else, and his apartment was in serious need of cleaning. For some Spike-related reason, the place was covered dirty clothes, dust and junk. It was Spike's fault because Xander never seemed to spend any time in the apartment without the vampire, which meant that he never spent any time in his apartment with his clothes on and his feet on the floor. Not that Xander minded, but his place was beginning to resemble some of the college dorms he'd seen when he visited Willow. Ugh.
Xander was about to dunk one last Oreo before working on the apartment when someone knocked on his door. The young man hurried over, wondering who would be visiting him at this time of day. That question was answered soon enough.
Spike.
The blonde was lounging nonchalantly against the doorframe, studying the cookie in Xander's hand. "Spike?"
"Yeah?" Spike murmured. "You gonna eat that?"
"Yes," Xander replied automatically, pulling his hand back to protect the cookie. "What are you doing here?" The young man thought he saw a brief glimmer of pain on the vampire's face. What had that been? "I mean, it's all bright and sunny out. You're usually off somewhere… doing whatever it is you do right now."
Spike grinned. "Got bored."
"How'd you get here?" Xander pressed.
"Sewers," Spike replied, shrugging. "This building has access."
"That frightens me," Xander murmured. Then he realized Spike was still standing in the hall. "Come on in," He told the vampire. "But behave yourself. This place is a wreck and needs to be cleaned." The boy got a speculative look in his eye. "You know, you're the primary reason it's in such bad shape. Why don't you help me do it?"
Spike's jaw dropped. "Clean? Your flat?"
"Yup," Xander said, nodding vigorously. "Cuts the time in half."
Spike frowned. The boy wanted him to behave himself, help him clean. Right. It took the vampire about half a second to turn the situation to his advantage. "Alright," He murmured, nodding. Xander grinned and turned around to finish his milk. It was a fatal mistake.
"Erff!" Xander huffed as Spike picked him up, threw him over his shoulder, and walked into the bedroom. Xander found himself flat on his back, spread-eagle on the bed, one each bleach blonde vampire on top of him. Spike kissed him long and hard, hands twisting and teasing here and there. Xander just lay back and took it, deciding that in fact this was an acceptable substitute for cleaning. Yeah, it was.
Spike distracted the boy with a kiss while he found the surprise he'd brought for Xander. It was buried in one of his duster pockets, along with some useful… accessories. The blonde laid the items aside and worked Xander's pants down around his ankles, by necessity bringing his feet together and pushing his knees apart. The boy looked so debauched in that position, all open and panting. Spike wanted to eat him alive.
Instead, though, Spike resumed their kiss as he slicked up one hand and began stretching Xander. The boy responded eagerly, thrusting back on the blonde's slender fingers. The vampire shifted slightly and Xander moaned, thinking that Spike was finally going to fuck him. Instead, however, Spike took up the things he'd gotten for Xander.
"Spike!" Xander yelped as the plug slid into place. Spike smirked as he watched Xander react to the impossible stretch of the plug he'd just pushed into the boy's body. Xander lifted his head just in time to see Spike snap a cockring into place on his erection. "What the hell?" Xander muttered, already tormented by the surprise treatment.
Spike sat up suddenly, levering himself off the bed. He reached for Xander, tugging up his jeans and setting him on his feet. "Right," The blonde muttered. "You pick up the floor and do the dishes, I'll dust and vacuum." He left Xander in the bedroom as he went off to find something not-nasty to use for a dust rag. This was going to be perfect.
Xander stared after the vampire. Spike was evil. There was something big and hard poking at his prostate and this ring made it fucking impossible to come. And now he was supposed to clean house?
"Xander, if you don't pick up the floor, I can't vacuum," Spike yelled out from the living room. "Get to work."
Xander made his feet move forward and he shook his head. This he could do. Spike was not going to best him. First the floor, which was mostly covered in clothes and garbage. He retrieved a hamper, moaning softly as the plug shifted and stroked him. When they got done with this spot of cleaning, Spike was going to suffer. Just as soon as he brought Xander off. The young man's cock twitched pitifully as he fantasized about just what he wanted to do to and with Spike. Images of Spike, on his knees in front of Xander, begging…
Spike moved efficiently around the apartment, dusting everything he could find. Although he would never admit it to Xander, Spike wasn't exactly averse to cleaning. Granted, he preferred to have anyone else do it, but Spike liked a clean domicile and knew how to keep a place looking tip-top. He was spending enough time in the flat to actually care about its state, and he knew that if he hadn't been 'distracting' the lad, Xander would've kept the place cleaner.
Of course, the faster the place got clean, the faster he got to return to the *real* task at hand. He could hear Xander's heartbeat, faster than normal. The young man was oozing pheromones, moaning every once in a while as he bent over. It had been rather cruel of Spike to assign Xander to a task designed to torture him. Then again, Spike was evil.
When Xander made it to the living room, he found that his torment was only just beginning. Spike was… Xander wasn't entirely sure he knew what Spike was doing, but the vampire seemed determined to drive him over the edge. The blonde had removed his duster, outer shirt, boots and socks and was thoroughly dusting the lower shelves of Xander's entertainment center. Spike was bent over, back arched and leg spread in a tense pattern. Xander watched that sculpture of a body glide and flex as Spike finished up. Shit, he wasn't going to survive this. Xander frantically turned around and started kicking the detritus in the floor into a pile.
Spike retreated into the bedroom to finish dusting in there. A few minutes later he turned to the vacuum, having found nothing much to clean in the spare sleeping quarters. He worked his way back to the main room, moving closer and closer to where Xander was collecting the last of the floor garbage into a bag. Finally he stopped the vacuum right next to Xander and stood in front of the crouched boy. "You're in the way," He said in a growl.
Xander's head shot up, giving him an eyeful of painfully tight black jeans. Gah. From this perspective, those jeans were positively pornographic. Now he knew which way Spike dressed. Although he already knew it, it was now obvious that the blonde was uncut. It was like the vampire was naked, with textured black paint on. "Wha?"
Spike grinned evilly. He reached down with one hand. Xander absently responded, giving Spike one of his own hands. The blonde pulled him up, dragging Xander's body all along his until the boy was standing straight up.
"Ahhhh," Xander groaned as he was treated to the feel of Spike, knee to chest, rubbed against him. Their cocks pressed together, both hard and straining. Xander shuddered as the plug jabbed his prostate again, making his eyes move in new and unusual directions. Spike leaned forward, pulling Xander's full lower lip between his teeth and worrying it slightly. Xander deepened the kiss, ravaging Spike's mouth in desperation. If he couldn't find release, at least he was bringing Spike down to his level, to the point of begging.
Spike let Xander fuck his mouth with that hot tongue. He just leaned in and let Xander do whatever he wanted, while pale arms wrapped around the boy, drifting lower. He kneaded Xander's shoulders, back, torso. Then he spread his fingers and placed a hand flat on either cheek of Xander's ass. And pressed.
Xander screamed into Spike's mouth, stars exploding behind his eyes. He ground frantically into Spike's body, searching for release. The sudden caress had sent the toy inside him directly onto his prostate. His cock was leaking continuously, despite its restriction. He couldn't take much more of this, the tension was killing him.
Spike wrenched his mouth away from Xander's, watching as the boy's head fell back. Unable to resist that sweet temptation, Spike clenched his hands and dipped his head and dragged his open mouth along Xander's neck, letting his blunt human teeth scrape the delicate skin and pulsing arteries there.
The toy seemed to take up permanent residence on top of his sweet spot as Xander bucked into Spike. Then that mouth, that cold slick mouth and a touch of *teeth*? Fangs? A glimmer of fear shot through Xander and his eyes flew open. He stared into the pale blue eyes of a human-faced Spike, who was watching him with an unholy stillness, still kneading and pulling at him. "Again," Xander managed to gasp.
Spike hid his surprise by bending back to the boy's neck. He tasted that addictive skin, letting his teeth glance off the surface here and there. Always human teeth, and never with any pressure. It was enough, though. Xander's back arched impossibly as his cock bumped against Spike's. A long, low howl accompanied his climax as he convulsed in Spike's arms, suspended above the floor by Spike's hands, arms free at his sides, head back. Spike watched in awe; it was like seeing someone die and be reborn at the same time. Xander looked like a statue of a man, frozen at the point of highest pleasure.
The blonde pulled Xander close to him as the boy began to relax. No need to hurt any delicate joints by letting the boy flop over like that. Spike ignored his own long-denied arousal to comfort Xander, who was shaking slightly with aftershocks. One slender hand rubbed back and forth on Xander's hip, carefully avoiding the boy's ass. It was too soon to start playing that again.
"Sixteen," Spike murmured with a smile.