Day Of Days

By Sajinn

Chapter Eight

"I can't believe they threw us out!" Xander growled as he opened the door for Spike.

"Sorry, mate. Should've known Rupert wasn't in the mood," Spike replied lightly. He didn't mind being tossed out of the Magic Box on his ass; well, not when Xander was also being removed forcefully. Buffy and Giles hadn't taken well to the two men's teasing and playing around... as though it was *their* fault that they were in a good mood and the Slayer and her Watcher weren't. Personally, he'd thought Xander's impromptu dance with the Fyarl skeleton had been damned funny. He'd never look at the lambada, or Fyarl demons, the same again.

"He actually threw me! Out the door!" Xander continued. He bypassed the beer in his search for something stronger. "Now what am I supposed to do tonight?" He asked as he opened a bottle of rum.

Spike leered. "Dunno. Do know what *I'm* doing, though."

Xander gulped. "Really? What's that?"

"There's a football game on," Spike remarked, grabbing the remote. "An' I'm gonna watch it, even if it is some dickless American team."

"They're not dickless!" Xander argued. And why wasn't Spike doing *him* tonight? Old doubts began to flood his mind. He had been waiting for this, after all. The day when Spike got bored.

Spike flipped on the game, but instead of collapsing on the couch, he went over to Xander. After stealing a few swallows of rum, Spike put the bottle away and grabbed Xander's arm. "Come on, game's wasting."

"But I don't want to watch soccer!" Xander exclaimed. Spike tried to get him onto the couch, but Xander wasn't having any of it. Since he didn't want to set off his chip, Spike changed tactics, moving to strip the boy there in the middle of the living room.

"Why not? 'S better than baseball," Spike replied as he ripped off the last of the boy's clothes. He'd left on Xander's work boots and socks, as well as his belt. The rest of his clothes, though, were in tatters on the floor. He thought the kid made a nice picture, thick band of cowhide around his waist, solid boots on his feet. Spike really liked leather.

Xander shuddered as Spike's hands roamed over his body. The vampire might have been watching the television, but he had plenty of attention focused on Xander. "Spike?"

"Hmm?" Spike hummed as he dug through his pockets for some lube.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!" He said happily as he found the fresh tube. Spike walked Xander forward until the boy was pressed against the back of the couch. "Watching football."

"I'm naked," Xander pointed out.

Spike ran one hand down the boy's back, letting his fingers press against Xander's hole. "So I noticed."

"You're not," Xander continued.

Spike rubbed himself against Xander. "So?" At the same time, he slid one lubed finger inside the boy, working to sooth and loosen tight muscles.

Xander pressed back on that lovely finger. "Won't that make things a bit difficult?"

"I'll manage. Watch the game, hmm? The ones in green are about to score." The blonde slid in another finger, stretching they boy open as he rubbed against Xander's prostate. Xander squirmed a bit and leaned over further, trying to grab the remote.

"Can I at least watch basketball?" Xander pleaded. "I like basketball."

Spike grasped Xander's belt with his free hand and yanked the boy back. Xander sank down on Spike's fingers and scraped against the vampire's duster. Spike kept his hand on the belt, holding Xander close. "Now, now, Xander. I said I was gonna watch football, so football is what I'm gonna watch. If you're a good boy," The vampire continued, stroking Xander's prostate, "A *very* good boy, this'll last awhile."

Xander groaned, eyes crossing. If Spike kept that up, he wouldn't have to worry about watching soccer. He'd be blind from "That!" He exclaimed as a third finger slid into him, pumping against his prostate. He clenched himself around Spike, hoping to convince the vampire to move faster.

Spike waited for Xander to relax, then went back to stretching him out. He wasn't in any hurry; the soccer game was interesting enough and the boy's groans and whimpers entertained him greatly. In fact, he was so pleased by how the boy was reacting Spike took most of the first half to get the boy ready. Xander was nearly screaming by the time Spike unzipped himself.

"Please?" Xander begged, whining. "Spike? I'll never change the channel again, I promise. I'll be a good boy. A very fucking good boy. Please, just do me?"

Spike slicked himself up and slowly pressed into the boy's hot body. Oh yeah, it was definitely worth the wait. "Keep watching; that green team is in the lead."

Xander just moaned as Spike's cold, hard cock filled him. He stretched out over the back of the couch, spreading his legs wide. His cock was pushed down against the couch's fabric and rubbed a bit against it with every thrust. There was no way he could reach down to jack himself, though. He felt Spike wrap his other hand in the belt around Xander's waist and start to move, using the leather as leverage. Spike would pull almost all the way out, and then slowly work himself back inside, moving Xander with the belt as he pushed. He felt like he was being ridden--literally.

Spike thrust in sharply, loving the way Xander's muscles rippled as he strained against Spike. He knew the boy wanted to push back, wanted to finish it, but Spike was in control. The blonde wouldn't let Xander move that much, using the belt to control him. Once Xander figured out that the only way he was going to get what he wanted was to let Spike lead, he settled down and let the vampire direct their movements.

"Oh, gods," Xander moaned as Spike began to thrust deeper. His death grip on the couch hadn't lessoned one bit; he was still tearing fabric with his fingers. Spike was *using* him, moving him around like an inanimate object, a toy build for his pleasure. At the same time, though, it was obvious even to Xander's lust-fogged brain that the vampire was focused on Xander's pleasure, on bringing Xander off. Otherwise, why would Spike be taking so much care to stroke his prostate, or rub his body against the couch just so, so that his cock was stimulated by the coarse fabric? And the feel of Spike's clothes on his back, knowing that the vampire was still in those sinful jeans and duster...

"Come on," Spike growled, thrusting harder and faster. The boy was close--he could smell it. Xander was whimpering and clenching himself around Spike's cock, stripping him of his own climax. The vampire pulled up hard on the belt, lifting Xander off the couch. He shifted his arms, wrapping one around the boy's middle to hold him up, while the other went to the boy's cock, fisting him in time with Spike's frantic thrusting. Xander's head fell back as he came, screaming, his come shooting over the couch and onto the television screen.

Spike felt the boy orgasm, felt that hot entrance grip him harder than ever before. He didn't bother trying to delay his own climax, letting it run over him again and again as he filled the lad with cold seed. Spike slowly lowered Xander to the couch back, letting the furniture bear some of the boy's weight. Xander didn't look like he was going to be standing any time soon. After a moment, he pulled out and slapped the boy's ass. "Eight."

"Who won?" Xander asked absently, still lost in a miasma of afterglow. He was never going to be able to wear his belt in public again--at least, not without a seriously raging hard-on. His boots might have to go too. And Spike's clothes. Wow. So maybe he had a kink or ten...

Spike cocked his head to one side. "Dunno, can't tell. Screen's all dirty."

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