Addicted
Two hard, glistening bodies moved against each other in a slow pattern, achingly slow. Loud cries of pleasure came from both parties, and neither party even noticed as the front door of the crypt swung open.
"Oh my god!"
Xander´s head was up first, even though he was on the bottom of the other man. His first reaction was, ´Shit!´, and he tried hopelessly to find something to cover himself up with something before the blonde before him saw too much. Too late.
"Xander?" came the squeak from the Slayer, unbelieving, as she caught her best friend of five years on the floor, having hard, naked, gay sex with a vampire that he supposedly loathed.
The bleached wonder´s head and body moved much slower than the human´s did; he was uncaring and angry that he hadn´t been able to be satisfied and that he´d been interrupted, and that his pet would probably be so humiliated by this that he wouldn´t be sharing a bed with Spike for quite some time.
"Oh, tick off would ya Slayer? Let a couple of blokes get off before you go and ruin something." he said, sitting spread out and not caring that Buffy saw ... and was impressed ... by what she was seeing.
Buffy shook her head and looked at Xander, who was cowering under a small, thin towel that had been meant for cleaning up after the entire thing was over.
"What the hell are you doing? Why were you letting that thing touch you like that?" she asked him incredulously. When she heard no answer, she let her glare do all of the talking in the silent crypt.
"Buffy, I–" Xander tried to start, but couldn´t find the words to finish. What exactly was he supposed to tell her? ´Sorry, Buff, been fucking around with Captain Peroxide for nearly three months now, because I am a sick fuck who finds blood play and S&M a turn on, and because he is so addictive and just a tad bit spicy.´ Or, how about, ´Did you know that his chip stopped working three and a half months ago, and the only reason you don´t know about it is because I´ve been giving him enough of the sex so he shuts up and pretends to be neutered.´?
"No, I think that I´ll go now." Buffy said, slowly backing up. "You two can just ... um, do whatever and ... oh god," Buffy ran up the remaining steps up to the door to the place and then slammed it shut behind her, running away as fast as she could.
"Well, now that she´s gone, we can just finish up what we were doing." Spike said, moving towards Xander to wrap him in his embrace. "Unless you just want me to kill the little bint now ´cause now she knows about us..."
"No! Twice." Xander said, shrugging him off. "Spike, I just can´t, this whole us thing is really, um," he took a deep breath and then tried to continue. "I don´t think that it can be. Exist. I don´t think that I can take it any longer."
Before he could even react, a strong hand was pressing against his neck, and Xander felt himself up against the back wall of the crypt. "No, now you listen to me." Spike said, hissing out the words very angrily. "Either you play by my rules, or I go and kill all of your friends while you watch. In fact, I´ll kill them while fucking you. Does that sound nice? Do you really want that for them?"
"No..." Xander said, trying to choke out more words but not managing it.
"You like it. You know you do. You know that even if I let you go now, you´ll come back for more later." Spike said, letting up on the pressure on Xander´s neck so he could breathe a little bit easier. "I´m in you and on you. You can´t let me go. You need me like the air you breathe. So what if Blondie knows? Let her squeal to your friends. Let them tell you how ´wrong´ it is, or how ´fucked up´ you are, because in the end, you´ll always come back to me."
The tears started to well up in Xander´s eyes, because he knew that it was true. There was no love or anything in their relationship. It was just need. Pure, animalistic need, that was like a fire, consuming everything, until all that was left was a blackened mess, unrecognizable to anyone.
Spike smiled and licked up a stray tear that had gone down Xander´s cheek. "There now, pet. Don´t be glum. You´re much more fun when you´re cryin´ out in pleasure."
He was using that voice on him again, and Xander´s only thought was ´Dirty, evil bastard.´ That voice, that single, low–pitched voice that Spike used, was all that he needed to turn Xander into a useless pile of Xander–flavored pudding, and he knew it. Even on the days when Xander didn´t want to have anything to do with him, all Spike needed to do was talk to Xander like that, and he was lost.
And then, suddenly, the wall wasn´t a place of being held against his will, but it was the only thing keeping him up; the only thing keeping his knees from turning to jelly and crumpling as Spike viciously seized his mouth in a violent kiss.
Xander kissed back fervently. He had always thought that Spike´s mouth was cold. Hell, Spike was cold, much colder than Xander himself, who always thought that it was much too hot. So, when their tongues began to battle for dominance, Xander pushed himself against Spike, trying to melt into him.
Spike won the battle, and purged Xander´s mouth with his tongue, exploring all those little places that he knew about that drove Xander wild. He brushed his tongue on the roof of Xander´s mouth, sending happy shivers down his spine.
The cool mouth suddenly moved from Xander´s warm one, and trailed sloppy kisses down a toned chest and then even farther down to a rippling stomach, and then that same mouth licked it´s way all that way back up to the chest and to the left nipple.
Xander hissed and felt his knees buckle again when Spike started to tease his nipple, sucking and biting it in that cold mouth of his, bringing it to full attention. The other one was being rubbed between Spike´s two fingers, while two more found their way to his back, crawling their way down until he felt them press into his tight entrance.
Xander let out a moan and fell to the ground, with Spike quickly following suit. The vampire laughed and whispered into Xander´s ear, "Much better pet. Knew you´d get over Slutty´s entrance."
Xander started to pant as the fingers made their way back into him, rubbing him from the inside and re–stretching him. He was already ready for Spike, but Spike just had this thing of teasing Xander literally to the point where he´s ready to pull out all of his hair.
He removed the fingers just as Xander started to thrust himself against the cool body above, praying for release. Xander groaned and whimpered, and tried again to thrust into Spike, who just moved away from him, laughing on the way.
"Not going to take you dry, pet." he said hoarsely, looking for the tube that had been discarded earlier. "Although it´s fun, I feel like doin´ you nice an´ proper tonight."
The tube was located, and Spike himself let out a small moan as he put the lotion on himself, rubbing it all over.
He suddenly felt the evil urge to just go over to Xander and have a wank while the boy watched, all needy and just leaking pheromones, and cum all over his face and just let him sit there without any release.
´No.´ he told himself. ´Told the boy I was gonna do him good an´ proper, and I never lie ... well, at least in bed. Or, the floor in this case.´
Spike walked back to Xander and laid down on top of him. The two bodies were fit perfectly for each other, with Xander´s larger frame on the bottom, and Spike´s smaller one fitting in place on top.
"Was gonna wank and make you watch it." Spike told Xander as he lifted his knees up, planning to take him as a woman which was Spike´s favorite position, because it made him feel so much more powerful. "Was gonna cum all over you and then go watch something on the telly while you just sat there, all unfinished and such." He lined himself up at Xander´s entrance. "And you know what pet?"
"SpikepleasefuckmeIdon´tcarejustfuckmenow!" was Xander´s slurred reply.
"Even if I did that, you´d still come back for more." he said as he quickly slid into the furnace below him.
Xander´s body shuddered and he moaned as he felt Spike fill him up. He always felt so complete with Spike inside of him, so much so that he just felt overjoyed just to be able to have this with the vampire, even on the days when he didn´t feel so before, or after hand.
"Oh god, Xan." Spike said, beginning to thrust into the boy. "So hot, an´ tight, and good, and so hot. Oh, could melt inside you ... so good."
"Harder." came Xander´s loud reply, breathy as he tried to remember that he needed to breathe, unlike Spike, who usually stopped breathing during the act of having sex.
Spike sped up the pace, hitting Xander´s prostate with each stroke. Xander felt his balls begin to tighten, and he knew that it was going to be over soon. He regretted it, wished that the moment would just go on forever, but it would happen again.
"OhgodSpikejustlikethatgonnacumgonnacumgonnacum." he groaned as another well–placed thrust sent sparks of mind–numbing pleasure through his body.
Spike moaned. Xander´s voice just made him want to cum. He felt himself stiffen up, and he screamed out, "Sogood!" before spilling his dead seed into the body below, and biting down on the boy´s neck.
The feeling of being filled and of teeth biting into him made Xander cum, spilling his living essence on his stomach and Spike´s. He moaned at the feeling of being drained. There was nothing more erotic than being drained after having an intense orgasm. It tends to have it prolonged, and it also gives you a flying feeling that rivals being high on drugs.
Spike stopped pumping into the boy and let him go with his teeth. They both sat there for a minute or two, and then Spike pulled himself completely out of the boy and walked/crawled over to the towel and wiped himself off, and then threw it to Xander, who proceeded to do the same, too embarrassed to look Spike in the eye.
Once he was done finding his clothing, he left without a word or a glance at the blonde vampire. That was usual. He would go home and maybe cry for a bit and get himself drunk off his ass. Maybe later Buffy would call, or Willow would come over and give him a lecture about having sex with evil, undead vampires. Then he would say he understands, and that he´ll never do it again.
And then, after it´s all done and over, he´ll go back. Why? Because he´s addicted.
The End
