Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Five
Xander giggled when Spike smacked him. Then he noticed that the vampire’s jaw was clenched. It took him a second to realize that while he’d come, Spike hadn’t. Yeah, the blonde was still hard inside him, expending some serious energy in an effort to not just keep on thrusting. /Wow. He’s waiting…/
“So now what?” Xander asked lightly. “Wanna watch a movie?”
Spike growled. No, he didn’t want to watch a movie. If Xander didn’t want him to finish, he at least wanted to pull out and go into the bathroom for a quick and private wank. Provided, of course, that the boy didn’t toss him out. He was about to say something when Xander tightened around him. The sensation made his eyes cross. “Xander,” He warned, shivering slightly.
“Distracting, hmm?” Xander murmured as he tried the move again. It was gratifying to watch Spike struggle for control and not quite make it.
“Now, is that any way,” Spike began, pausing to take in a wholly unneeded breath, “To treat the only person who got you anything for your birthday?”
Xander clenched hard around Spike and paused. The vampire was right; it wasn’t nice to tease the only person who cared enough to remember his birthday. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” Spike ordered.
“Thought you said it wasn’t nice,” Xander said, resuming his torture.
“I’m evil; not nice isn’t always bad,” Spike reminded the boy.
“But you’ve been nice to me,” Xander retorted. “Really, *really* nice. Multiple times.”
Spike grinned, even though it cost him dearly. The boy was driving him insane. The fact that Xander was doing *that* right after his first go at it on the bottom almost scared Spike. What would he be capable of with a little practice? However, if Xander wanted to play games… Spike drew on his last reserves of control and shifted his hands up from the bed to Xander’s ribs.
The screech was gratifying.
“Spi-ike!” Xander gasped, writhing. “Nooo….” The vampire was *tickling* him, slender fingers unerring in their search for every sensitive spot. He bucked against Spike, trying to dislodge the blonde’s hands. That only succeeded in driving Spike further into him, scraping him against Xander’s prostate. “Gah,” Xander groaned helplessly. He was getting hard again from Spike’s relentless thrusting, despite the distraction of the tickling.
Spike found that focusing on tickling Xander made it easier to move inside the boy without coming on the spot. Of course, having the warm, slippery lad twisting under him made it much worse; he felt Xander’s reawakened erection against his stomach, leaving moist trails on his skin. Spike abruptly pulled out of the boy, though he was careful not to hurt him when he did so. He swung away to the other side of the bed, taking up a predatory crouch. Xander stared in confusion for a moment, until he saw Spike’s clenching and unclenching fingers, flittering like spider’s legs.
“You do *not* want to…” Xander began. Spike crept forward. This was such a wonderful idea; chase the boy around a bit, pin him down, make him scream and howl without the chip going off, and shag him blind *again*. What a lovely night’s work…
Xander leapt off the bed and ran straight into the living room, Spike right behind him. He felt cold fingers brush his back as he leapt over the sofa and barreled towards the kitchen. The linoleum was slippery and he narrowly avoided pounding his cock into the stove. The only option he had to avoid Spike now was to climb *over* the bar, so he clambered up the counter. As he did so he grabbed his oil cruet and tipped it over, letting the stuff cover the bar behind him. As he ran back into the bedroom, he savored Spike’s muffled shout of surprise as he slid in the oil. That left Spike trapped in the kitchen, covered in olive oil… Mmmm… slippery Spike.
Spike dried his hands and feet on a dishcloth and went after Xander. He had to admit the boy was resourceful. Still, when he got into the bedroom, he knew he had the boy pinned. Once he shut the door, there was no exit. Trapped… He peered around, letting his enhanced senses do the work. Xander was hiding just on the other side of the bed. No reason to end the fun so soon, though…
The vampire laid down on the bed, right at the edge next to Xander. Instead of reaching down and hauling the boy up, he waited. In just a few short minutes, Xander’s head peeked up. “Spike?”
Spike moved like lightening, grabbing Xander and flipping him onto the bed. Even before the boy landed, Spike’s fingers were at work, teasing and tickling him into a gasping puddle. The vampire eased those lovely legs up and slowly slid back inside him, still running his fingers along Xander’s ribcage. Xander squirmed and pushed back against Spike, trying to catch the vampire’s hands even as he took him deeper inside. “Easy,” Spike murmured, not wanting Xander to hurt himself. He might be enjoying it now, but in the morning he’d be sore. No reason to add to that lovely, achy misery any real pain.
Xander grinned and clamped down on Spike’s cock. As he’d predicted, the blonde’s hands faltered and Xander managed to get them off his ribs and onto the bed. Spike wrestled them away and went back to tickling him, even as he began to thrust harder.
“You…” Xander began, writhing helplessly. He wasn’t used to this, to laughing and fucking at the same time, to trying to climb inside Spike even as he avoided those devilish hands. The odd combination of mind-blowing ecstasy and torturous tickling was driving him insane. He knew he wouldn’t hold on, not for long. “Please,” He begged, not knowing what he was asking for. “Just…”
Spike closed his eyes, listening to Xander gasp and moan and laugh and beg. He thrust once, twice more, feeling it start at the soles of his feet, racing up his skin until all he could feel was Xander sucking him in and then nothing at all.
Xander watched Spike lose control, the vampire’s hands *finally* ceasing their torture. His gut was inundated by the blonde’s cold release. It was enough, knowing that He’d just fucked a vampire and let Spike, *Spike* come inside him. He let his climax float through him, slower this time than the last, sweeter and more memorable.
Spike let himself collapse on the be next to Xander, waiting for his mind and his body to come down from this lovely, all too rare high.
“So, five was good,” Xander said once he’d caught his breath. A cold hand reached over, caressing his flank before patting him once.
“That it was,” Spike murmured.