Twelve Hours 4
Spike was all over him all at once, not handling him yet, just covering him but with clear intent to get closer, get more. For a moment fear flared and burned bright in Xander´s mind. He´d had vampires on him, Spike on him, before, and it wasn´t so much about fun as big–time imminent death, but ––
Fun, right? He´d come tonight to have fun. Fun talk, getting to know some guy maybe, get someone´s digits, and that was it.
But then there was more fun to be had, it turned out. Fun was good. The alley sounded good. God, that had felt good, hard and cock–to–cock with some guy whose name Xander had never thought to ask, the guy who was going to rub up against him and touch him the way the men on the dance floor had been touching each other, except with more nakedness.
Had he been afraid? If he´d been afraid, his system worked through it and straight on to immense want so fast that Xander knew deep down that it had been want all along. Want, like he´d wanted that guy who´d been all over Xander too, except now it was Spike who was all over him, except Spike still had his clothes on, had eyes flickering yellow instead of red, and was sporting just a hint of forehead ridges instead of a –– okay, that had definitely been a forked tongue, and Xander filed that revelation away for later, possibly for an ew, or possibly to wonder about the fun, fun things that forked tongue might have done to him.
"Hell, you want it so bad," Spike murmured, and Xander jerked his head up and down in agreement, whining low in his throat as Spike knocked his hand away and took over, stroking Xander deftly, first too lightly, then too fast, all of it making Xander´s body twitch to the verge of thrashing.
"Bad, want it, want it bad," Xander repeated, biting his lip as he thrust into Spike´s hand.
"Wait," Spike said. He pressed Xander back, and Xander felt his head make a dull, painless thunk against the wall. "From anyone? Take on any guy who´d have a go with you in the state you´re in, would you?"
"No, no," Xander protested, gasping the words. "You, you, you, you––"
Not that it was supposed to be Spike, it was supposed to be –– someone, Xander wasn´t totally sure who. But not Spike, who always rolled his eyes at Xander and snorted when Xander messed up on patrol or grumbled about having to save Xander from rampaging demons or rogue magic blasts or Xander´s own two stumble–y feet.
But yes, it was supposed to be Spike, Spike who´d . . . won him, somehow, won this, and Xander closed his eyes for only a moment to find his mind flashing images at him of Spike rubbing against him, Spike mouthing at his neck, Spike bending him over, and ––
"You, you, you," he continued desperately.
Spike laughed, covering Xander´s mouth to stop the sound. Xander bit and licked at Spike´s fingers, half–closing his eyes, and Spike laughed again. "Yeah, okay. You´re so far gone –– it doesn´t matter right now anyway, because fact is, you´re gagging for it, and I´m going to be the one to give it to you."
Xander tried to express what a great idea this seemed like by shimmying against Spike as best he could while being pinned to the wall.
"Fuck yes," Spike hissed at him, before lunging forward and covering Xander´s mouth with his. And hey, that was new, the kissing thing added to the repertory of wriggling and panting and pants dropping down around his ankles. Xander kissed back, making it harder and deeper when Spike did, eagerly sucking on Spike´s tongue when it flicked into his mouth, encouraging more and faster until Spike´s tongue was thrusting into him just like a fuck, just like they were going to fuck, just like Spike´s hard cock was thrusting against him and would thrust inside him if only ––
"Fuck me, Spike, please, fuck," Xander muttered when he got a chance to breathe.
"Right to the main event, eh?" Spike asked, but the way he touched his tongue to the back of his teeth told Xander that he thought that was a good thing. He thumbed over Xander´s cock head and grinned. "Suppose I can oblige. Not like we can´t go back and do more . . . unless this is some kind of one–shot potion, wears off after you get what you want. That case, suppose I´d better worry about––"
"Twelve hours," Xander blurted. "Twelve hours, he said, the dose, the whatever, the drink that I had . . ."
"All right, calm down," Spike murmured. Then he barked another laugh. "I mean, not so calm. Want you nice and hot like this, all wanting and pretty with those tears in your eyes because you need it so much. Like you´d just do anything I liked, sink to your knees and suck me off, and ––"
Xander didn´t hear the rest of that, because he was too busy sliding so Spike was the one with his back to the wall, and then sinking to his knees.
