Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Four
Xander somehow managed to pay attention on patrol. Spike hadn’t shown up, which worried the young man. Buffy brushed off the vampire’s absence, saying that he was probably out rolling other demons for cash. Xander bit his lip and didn’t say a word. After all, until the night before, he’d had a similar opinion of Spike. Funny how mind-blowing sex changed one’s opinion of a person. Or demon, as the case may be.
Still, as Xander drove home he began to worry. What if Spike had decided he’d had enough of Xander’s very limited charms? He didn’t want to ponder the hell that would be his life if Spike started crowing about how he’d tupped the only male Scooby. By the time Xander got to his front door, he’d convinced himself he should pack up and leave town for any other pasture before morning.
“Bad day, pet?”
Xander spun around in surprise. Spike was lounging against the wall across from his door, smoking a cigarette. He looked almost bored and certainly not as worked-up as Xander was. “Nah. Not even many vamps out.”
“Sorry to hear that. Then again, means you’re not all worn out, right?” Spike murmured, leering. He pushed himself off the wall and opened Xander’s door, handing the boy his keys. “Or were you planning to stay out here all night?”
“Inside is good,” Xander commented absently. He let Spike usher him inside. The blonde locked the door behind them, sliding the chain into place. “Er, I’d offer you something to drink, but...”
Spike grinned. “I’ve already fed,” He replied, advancing on the young man. Xander was soon face-to-face with the vampire, transfixed by those icy eyes. “Change your mind?”
“No,” Xander whispered.
“Good,” Spike stated. “’Cause I’m a bit behind in this birthday thing.” With that, Spike picked Xander up and carried him into the bedroom. Xander laughed as Spike tossed him on the bed.
The laughter quickly died as Spike made short work of their clothes. He let Xander help, particularly with the boot removal. Once they were adequately naked, Spike crawled on top of the boy, letting cold and hot skin slide roughly together. “One question,” He murmured as he worked his way toward Xander’s mouth.
“Hmm?” Xander hummed, distracted by the presence of Spike’s cock next to his own.
“Got any lube?”
Xander’s eyes flew open. “Lube?”
Spike cursed himself. Well, at least he had the answer to one question--he wouldn’t be doing *that* tonight. “Never mind.”
Xander thought frantically. Damn it, he should’ve thought of that. Couldn’t fuck without lube, not if it was two guys. He knew that much, even if he’d never actually *done* a guy before. Too bad Anya had taken *all* the stuff with her... toys, lube, restraints... He shook his head to clear it, hoping to at least temporarily banish the vision of being at Spike’s mercy. “Oil in the medicine cabinet,” He choked out. “Should work.” He didn’t think they needed rubbers; vampires probably didn’t carry anything he needed to worry about... well, except soullessness, and that wasn’t an STD.
Spike stared in shock for a minute before pushing off the boy and striding into the bathroom. Right. Oil. Well, well. The boy was certainly full of surprises. In the medicine cabinet he found a full bottle of cocoa butter body oil, the faint chocolaty aroma permeating the small cabinet. It figured that the boy would have chocolate-scented emollients. He fairly ran back to the bedroom, oil in hand. He wasn’t about to screw this up... fuck this... He really had to find a better way to describe disaster.
Xander sighed happily as Spike rejoined him on the bed, crawling over the boy’s body once again. A very small part of his mind wondered why he wasn’t freaking out; he knew with an odd certainty that he was the one the oil was for and not Spike. Why didn’t the idea of losing the last bit of virginity he had to Spike bothering him? Maybe it was because the vampire had so far shown himself to be the most considerate lover Xander had ever had. Besides, it was Spike and Xander was no fool. Who was he to turn down super concentrated, irresistible sex on a stick?
“Shift up, Xander,” Spike murmured as he took some of his weight off the boy, reaching down to push Xander’s legs out of the way. Xander followed Spike’s urging, exposing himself to the vampire.
Spike opened the oil and poured it all over Xander’s stomach, into his navel and onto his groin. Xander wriggled as the cool liquid dripped onto him. Once the boy was well-coated, Spike set the bottle on the nightstand and ran his hands through the liquid, smearing it over lovely, tanned skin. It slid easily, warmed and thinned by the heat of Xander’s body. By the time Spike took his cock in hand, the brunette was writhing mindlessly, long since having given up on coherent thought.
Xander’s mind drifted happily in a sea of hands and fingernails and the occasional slick glide of tongue. Spike’s hands were cold, but the oil was not and Xander couldn’t really concentrate on anything so he just sort of laid there, trying to express his pleasure by moving in an encouraging manner. It must have been enough, because Spike kept going, hands drifting ever lower. Xander’s cock was happy to meet Spike’s hands and oh, do that again, please.
Spike grinned when he heard Xander’s breathy order. He obeyed, continuing to stroke the boy with one hand as the other fell even lower, teasing the boy’s virgin hole. Xander didn’t even twitch when Spike started massaging him, loosening his guardian muscle with patience and care. Spike had the chip to think about and he really didn’t want to fry his brain while getting his end away.
Spike was good, better than Anya in every way Xander had to compare the two, but not even the vampire’s expert ministrations could keep Xander from noticing when he was breached. Drunken, whiskey colored eyes shot open when Spike slid one finger inside the boy. The blonde waited for Xander to tense up; a moment later incredibly strong muscles clamped down on his finger. He could feel the cartilage in his knuckle grinding and he shuddered, anticipating the feel of that tight grasp on his cock. Spike eyed Xander speculatively, waiting to see if the boy chickened out. He didn’t, however. “Breathe,” The vampire ordered, seeing that Xander was holding his breath.
Xander grinned and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, Spike pushed his finger in deeper, twisting it around. Xander was about to tell Spike to hold on, to wait because that was about to start hurting, when *bang* damn, Spike, please gods do that again, please...
“Wasn’t planning on stopping, pet,” Spike replied. He was amused by the way Xander babbled in a uniquely semi coherent way when he was aroused. The boy didn’t make a lot of sense, but Spike managed to make out the gist of what he was saying. He prodded the boy’s prostate a few more times before starting to ease in a second finger. It was almost painfully difficult for the vampire; Xander was so tight, so clingy and hot.
“Spike,” Xander moaned, thrashing his head against the pillow. He felt those two fingers stretching him, rolling over that lovely gland he knew was his prostate. When this was done he was throwing that little bit of his body a party, because it was his new best friend. “Come on, Spike,” Xander pleaded brokenly. He was going to come soon, even though Spike had long since stopped jacking him off. Orgasms were good however they came about, but Xander wanted *more.*
Spike leaned up over Xander as he carefully pushed a third finger inside the boy. His eyes crossed as Xander arched his back and sank himself down on Spike’s hand, taking all three fingers deep inside. Yeah, the boy wanted this. “Lay back,” Spike ordered as he withdrew his fingers. He had to do this slowly, take control of the situation, or the boy would hurt himself.
Xander forced himself to relax and sink down into the mattress. Spike pulled his legs up and around the vampire’s body, lining his cock up against the boy’s entrance. Xander paused for a moment to study the feel of a cold, hard and wet thing pressed against him. It was...
Spike pushed forward, forcing his way inside Xander. Even with the stretching and the oil, Xander was painfully tight. Spike bit back a groan and eased further in, rocking back and forth to further loosen Xander’s hole. Finally, finally the leaking head of his cock was inside, resting just beyond that first ring. Spike looked down at Xander. The boy was obviously in no pain; the chip hadn’t gone off--not even a twinge.
“More,” Xander demanded. He didn’t have words to describe how it felt, having Spike inside him, but he wanted more. The stretch and pressure was sublime and he knew that if Spike would just get on with it he’d feel more of that, all the way up inside himself. Maybe, just maybe, Spike would hit that spot again. Oh, that would be so perfect.
Spike swore silently and worked his way further inside. When he reached Xander’s prostate he held on tightly as the boy jerked up and back, completely impaling himself on the vampire’s erection. Xander’s eyes flew open and he screamed as come spurted onto his stomach. Spike rode out the boy’s orgasm, stroking his prostate over and over again as Xander convulsed and moaned and whined his pleasure.
Xander slowly returned to earth, body a useless mass of happy nerves. “Wow,” He whispered, trying to pry his eyes open. “That was...”
“Four,” Spike said through clenched teeth, popping Xander on the ass.