Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Nineteen
"You know, we should probably finish patrolling," Spike said as he eased himself and Xander out of the chair.
Xander's jaw dropped open. He'd just spent ten minutes sitting on the vampire's cock, which was not saying it wanted to finish patrol. "I'm naked," Xander pointed out, already wondering where that had come from.
Spike leered at the boy. "Yeah, you are. Might catch the eye of a few more demons that way."
Xander rolled his eyes and reached for his clothes. Hey, if Spike wanted to finish patrolling, fine by him. He'd already gotten his. Suddenly strong, pale arms wrapped around him, bringing him flush against an equally strong, cool chest. "Thought you wanted to patrol," Xander murmured as Spike nibbled on his neck, letting the blunt edge of his teeth scrape sensitive skin.
"In a minute," Spike mumbled absently. He turned Xander in his arms, catching the boy's lips as they came to face each other. Xander was lost in the kiss, drowning in a tenderness so delicate it made his heart break. Spike kissed him slowly, searching out every hot spot, caressing it over and over. Xander tried to reciprocated but found himself unable to, Spike preventing him from doing so by simply overwhelming him. The brunette felt like he was being consumed, drunk down like wine.
Spike submerged himself in Xander, giving himself time to enjoy each moan and whimper as he drove the lad insane. The boy, his boy, was so sweet, so damned hot; it almost drove the vampire to tears. He could kiss Xander for hours, had kissed Xander for hours before. But tonight wasn't for that; the thrum of desire was calling him away from such leisurely pastimes.
Xander yelped when Spike lifted him up by his hips. The boy wrapped his legs around the blonde's waist, trying to regain some of his balance. Spike must have been anticipating that exact reaction, because as Xander drew closer to the vampire, he felt cold fingers on his skin, stretching him open. Then something harder and thicker took their place, pushing inside him. His own weight, bearing down as he fitted himself against Spike, forced the vampire's cock further inside.
Spike hissed as he slid home, wet, tight heat torturing him. Xander's legs were like a vise around his torso, holding the boy flush against him. Spike supported the lad with his arms, keeping Xander upright. When Xander's breathing had stabilized a bit, Spike shifted his arms up, lifting Xander slightly. Then he brought the boy back down, relishing the gasp and whine he got in reply.
Xander's eyes rolled back in his head as Spike thrust into him. He was going to die. Oh, Spike had nearly killed him before, but this was different. This time his heart was actually going to stop. Xander opened his eyes to look at his lover, whose blue eyes stared right back at him. Xander let his arms come up to wrap around Spike's neck, digging into the whipcord muscles there. Spike jerked and thrust harder, jabbing at Xander's prostate. Xander moaned, head falling back. He was hard again, weeping against his own stomach as Spike split him open, hitting that spot again and again.
Spike gritted his teeth against the constant onslaught of Xander's heat, grasping at him, luring him in. The vampire let himself shift into gameface, growling, as he moved the boy faster and faster, bucking his hips in counterpoint. Xander's legs tightened again, sweat making their hold tenuous.
"What the--"
Spike and Xander froze, and then slowly looked over towards the crypt's door. A fledgling vampire stood there, jaw hanging open. He'd rather obviously thought he was going to find a bit of dinner fucking in the crypt. Instead he'd interrupted Spike and Xander. Spike was not amused.
"Bloody hell," Spike swore. "Not a damned thing for an hour, and now this."
Xander squirmed, trying to get Spike to let him go. The fledgling was drawing closer, obviously unaware of whom Spike was, or how much danger he was in.
"Hold still," Spike ordered Xander. The boy stilled as Spike took one hand away from his body and reached into the lower hem of the duster he still wore. Xander watched, wide-eyed, as a stake appeared in Spike's hand and flew straight at the fledge, who was soon nothing more than a swirl of dust on the floor of Spike's crypt.
Xander was brought back to what they were doing when Spike thrust hard, making the boy scream softly. "Spike," Xander moaned, no longer thinking about the now-dusted fledge.
"Bloody inconsiderate bastard," Spike cursed, reaching his free hand between their bodies to fist Xander's cock. "Interrupting like that. Deserved it, he did."
Xander didn't bother agreeing. He was busy climaxing, spilling hot seed over Spike's hand as the vampire thrust into him again and again. Xander recovered enough to watch as Spike's yellow eyes widened and fell blank as the vampire came, cold seed flooding his body. The blonde's mouth trembled and a single drop of blood appeared, evidence that Spike had bitten his lip in his ecstasy. Xander pulled himself closer to Spike, licking the blood away. Spike's softening cock slid out of his body and the vampire murmured happily as Xander cleaned him, helping the boy down as Xander uncurled his legs and found his feet.
Spike waited until Xander was dressed before pouncing one last time. Xander managed an undignified squeak as Spike shoved one hand down the back of his jeans and squeezed, whispering, "Nineteen" in his ear. Then they were off, back to patrolling.