Xander lay on his back in the middle of the library table, moving his head to the song on the radio. Busta Rhymes, and Xander absently tried to sing along to the lyrics without saying the 'N' word. Which Busta seemed to like.
He glanced over at Oz, who'd given off snarling and throwing himself at the mesh and now stood, tense and quivering, snuffing the air.
"Hey, buddy, I showered right after gym. That's not me you're smelling."
"Expect it's me, Xander," a voice said, and Xander popped up off the table like a jack-in-the-box - stared at Spike, who was sauntering down the stairs from the upper level.
"Spike! How -?"
"There's a door back there. Looks like nobody uses it. Convenient. So - how many hours you got left on pup-sitting duty?" Spike glanced over at Oz, who was snarling silently.
"Until midnight, then Giles is coming in, he has some research to - oh!" Xander's knees lost the power to hold him upright as Spike pressed up close and lay his palm flat on Xander's groin - on the erection that Xander had hid most of the day with a big, baggy shirt.
"Just like I like, pet - all hard..." Spike grinned at him, golden eyes and fangs and slid down Xander's body - undid button and fly and made an approving noise as Xander's cock pushed wetly - eagerly - into his hands. "You know how much I love it, when you're all smooth like this?" Spike's cool fingers and cooler tongue caressed hairless flesh from hipbone to pubic bone and back up and Xander braced his hands back on the edge of the table and moaned, trying to spread his legs wider. Thank god for the swim team and his introduction to hot-waxing.
Spike licked the tip of Xander's cock and then he was sucking him down to the root - massaging Xander's balls and reaching under them - behind them. Pushing. Xander moaned again - thrust wildly with his hips, watching wide-eyed as the demon took his cock between razor-sharp fangs. Spike looked up at him - let the tips of his fangs just prickle, all the way around. Rose-thorn prick and Xander wailed, shuddering, and came. Spike made a pleased humming sort of sound as he slowly cleaned Xander off, fingers still busy and Xander shuddering with after-shocks.
Then Spike stood up, shaking the demon away - pressed a hard, deep kiss to Xander's mouth as his fingers pressed the plug in Xander's ass in a little deeper.
"Now, pet, you be good and come straight to me after, and we'll see about taking this out," he murmured, and Xander whimpered - was rewarded with another salt-musk kiss. And then Spike was gone and Xander's hands were shaking as he did his pants back up. Oz was glaring balefully at him through the mesh, fangs gleaming.
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He glanced over at Oz, who'd given off snarling and throwing himself at the mesh and now stood, tense and quivering, snuffing the air.
"Hey, buddy, I showered right after gym. That's not me you're smelling."
"Expect it's me, Xander," a voice said, and Xander popped up off the table like a jack-in-the-box - stared at Spike, who was sauntering down the stairs from the upper level.
"Spike! How -?"
"There's a door back there. Looks like nobody uses it. Convenient. So - how many hours you got left on pup-sitting duty?" Spike glanced over at Oz, who was snarling silently.
"Until midnight, then Giles is coming in, he has some research to - oh!" Xander's knees lost the power to hold him upright as Spike pressed up close and lay his palm flat on Xander's groin - on the erection that Xander had hid most of the day with a big, baggy shirt.
"Just like I like, pet - all hard..." Spike grinned at him, golden eyes and fangs and slid down Xander's body - undid button and fly and made an approving noise as Xander's cock pushed wetly - eagerly - into his hands. "You know how much I love it, when you're all smooth like this?" Spike's cool fingers and cooler tongue caressed hairless flesh from hipbone to pubic bone and back up and Xander braced his hands back on the edge of the table and moaned, trying to spread his legs wider. Thank god for the swim team and his introduction to hot-waxing.
Spike licked the tip of Xander's cock and then he was sucking him down to the root - massaging Xander's balls and reaching under them - behind them. Pushing. Xander moaned again - thrust wildly with his hips, watching wide-eyed as the demon took his cock between razor-sharp fangs. Spike looked up at him - let the tips of his fangs just prickle, all the way around. Rose-thorn prick and Xander wailed, shuddering, and came. Spike made a pleased humming sort of sound as he slowly cleaned Xander off, fingers still busy and Xander shuddering with after-shocks.
Then Spike stood up, shaking the demon away - pressed a hard, deep kiss to Xander's mouth as his fingers pressed the plug in Xander's ass in a little deeper.
"Now, pet, you be good and come straight to me after, and we'll see about taking this out," he murmured, and Xander whimpered - was rewarded with another salt-musk kiss. And then Spike was gone and Xander's hands were shaking as he did his pants back up. Oz was glaring balefully at him through the mesh, fangs gleaming.
"Sorry, Oz. You'll have to find a she-wolf."