Caught
Oh god, he was so hard! Xander grasped himself roughly, jerking on his aching cock. He groaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with the pleasure his callused hands provided. It felt like he´d been a walking hard–on for days now. Every time he closed his eyes he pictured the same thing. The same body. He slumped further in his seat, laying his head onto the back of the comfortable sofa, his eyes closed while he ran through the fantasy in his mind.
He could picture the scene perfectly. He´d walk into his apartment, weary after a long day at the site. The room would be dark, darker than it should have been. Glancing up he´d see the curtains had been drawn, and the fading sunlight had been blocked out. Tilting his head he´d walk over toward the windows, intent on re–opening the drapes, when he´d hear a small rustling sound to his right. Turning he´d see him there. Spike.
Xander sped up the rhythm of his hand, moaning slightly as he engrossed himself in his dream lover. Dribbles of precum oozed from his tip as he continued his ministrations. The salty liquid easing the shallow thrusts his hips made into the tight tunnel his fingers had created.
In his mind, the fantasy played on. Xander would walk toward the couch, the pale smooth skin of his lover gleaming in the darkness pervading the room. His fingers would itch to touch, exploring every silky expanse available. The vampire would be lounging naked, legs spread, hands rubbing leisurely over his hardened cock. Xander´s own cock would be hard and pressing against the crotch of his tight jeans by now.
Xander´s mouth would begin to water the closer he got to his prize, his eyes riveted to the smooth pillar of flesh jutting out from between Spike´s muscled thighs. Dropping to his knees, he´d push Spike´s hands away, blushing slightly at the vampire´s wry chuckle, but intent on his goal. Slowly he´d lick his lips, bringing them down to encase just the head. His tongue snaking out briefly to dip into the slit, already oozing fluid.
Spike would groan and thrust into Xander´s hot mouth, begging for more. Xander could almost hear the growl the vampire would emit, and feel Spike´s cool hands grabbing his head and pushing down. Trying to force as much flesh into Xander´s willing mouth as possible.
Breaking away from the fantasy for a moment, Xander allowed one hand to wander up to his chest, while the other dropped down to his balls. He pinched at his distended nipples, wanting to feel the slight burn of pain. His other hand kneading and massaging his sac.
"Oh, fuck!" The harsh whisper escaped Xander´s lips. Wanting to end his own torment, Xander grasped himself with both hands and turned his mind back to fantasy Spike.
Back in the fantasy, Xander was no longer fellating Spike. Now, Spike had gotten impatient and pushed the boy off him, and onto his back. Xander could almost feel the slight rug burn from the carpet beneath him. Spike´s fingers circled Xander´s quivering hole, while Xander held his breath.
In reality, Xander´s own finger was circling that same quivering hole. The tip of his middle finger dipping past the ring ever so slowly.
By now fantasy Spike had two fingers rubbing up and down his slick channel. Xander´s hips were bucking, trying to impale themselves on Spike´s cool digits. Finally, Xander sobbed with relief, as Spike began to push the head of his penis past the ring of tight muscle.
As Xander´s imaginary lover penetrated his body, the finger that had been playing around his opening plunged in and pressed hard against his prostrate. Xander cried out, "Spike!" and came hard. His dick spurting cum onto his exposed thighs and bits of the carpet in front of the couch as well.
Xander was still reeling from his orgasm, when he felt a cool hand press down on his overheated thigh. His eyes flew open and he reared back when he saw the object of his fantasy smirking down at him. "S–s–spike?" He asked, voice squeaking. Had Spike just caught him masturbating while thinking of the bleached wonder? Fuck! He tried to pull away, but the vampire would have none of it.
"Hello, pet." The hand that had been pressing lightly on Xander´s thigh moved. He watched in fascination as Spike dipped one long slender finger into Xander´s spent cum, and then brought that finger to his lips. "Dropped by for a little snack." The vampire stated just before sucking that lone finger in and licking Xander´s juices off. "Didn´t know you´d have such a nummy treat for me."
In fact, Spike hadn´t known Xander would be home at all. He´d thought the boy would be at the magic box, which is why he´d come by, hoping to make off with some of Xander´s Jack, or at the very least find something in the whelp´s bloody apartment he could pawn off to Willy. Instead he´d found him hard, horny, and apparently wanking off to thoughts of the Big Bad himself.
He smirked when he noticed Xander´s spent cock twitching, while he licked up and down his wet finger. Good. He wanted the boy hard and ready again. Spike´s own cock had risen the moment he´d entered the apartment and heard the whelp moaning. He´d almost cum when he walked into the living room and saw the state the boy was in.
"Thinking of me, luv?" Spike asked, as he let his fingers drift down to Xander´s lengthening penis.
Xander jumped at the feel of foreign fingers along his sensitive flesh. "W–what are you doing?"
"Only what you want me to do, luv." Spike answered, shrugging out of his duster. He knelt on the floor before Xander, and took the soft cock into his mouth. Just for the thrill, he vamped out and let his fangs graze along the sides of Xander´s dick, making the boy jump.
"Spike!" Xander cried, trying to pull away. But instead of breaking free, Xander was embarrassed to find himself hardening even faster. Did he like the idea of being with a vampire? Or was it just being with Spike?
Xander moaned when he glanced down and saw that while Spike was busy swallowing Xander down, his hands had opened up the tight jeans he wore and taken his own hard cock out. Spike was hard? For him? The sight undid him, and Xander found himself reaching for the vampire to pull him off his erection. When Spike finally complied, Xander pulled him onto the couch where he could crush their lips together.
"Fuck, Spike! I´ve been wanting this forever." He breathed out between kisses.
"Yeah, luv?" Spike asked, brown raised in a sardonic question. "You´ve been hot for me? Wanting me to fuck you? Wanting to fuck me?"
"God, yes!" Xander cried, thrusting his hips forward.
"Since when?" Spike asked, pushing at his jeans and pulling off his shirt until they were both pressed together naked.
"I don´t know." Xander answered, eyes closed as Spike explored his body with cool lips. "Since that day at the school when deadboy offered me to you?"
Spike pulled back and studied the panting boy. "So, you want to be mine? You like the idea of belonging to me?"
Xander didn´t reply, but his groan and the dribble of precum that oozed from his cock head were answer enough.
Spike snarled and pounced on Xander. He pushed and manipulated the boy until he was on his knees, legs spread, and head hung low. "You´re mine boy!" Spike growled low, his arm banding around Xander and pulling him close.
"Yessss." Xander hissed in reply. Spreading his legs further he wiggled his ass in invitation. "I´m yours."
Xander almost cried at the first touch of Spike´s finger against him. His hole was already stretched from his earlier finger play, but Spike wanted to be sure it was wide enough to take him. So he pressed in with first one, then two, then three fingers, scissoring them wide. He purposely kept from brushing against Xander´s prostate wanting to force the boy to wait. He didn´t want anything but his own hard cock pressing against Xander´s sensitive nub.
"Say it again!" Spike demanded.
"Yours." Xander sobbed out, wanting to cum so badly.
"Again!" Spike cried out as he readied himself positioning his cock at Xander´s stretched opening.
Xander hurt all over, every muscle tensed and waiting. He tried to push back onto Spike´s probing dick, but was rebuffed. Instead Spike pressed the smooth head along his crack, driving him wild with each pass over his puckered hole.
"Yours!" What else did Spike want to hear? He´d say anything, do anything to have Spike´s hard cock impaling him. "Yours, master, yours!"
And then Spike was ramming into him. At first the breach was painful and searing, but the moment he felt cool flesh press against his prostrate Xander forgot everything else. He pushed back, humping himself against Spike as much as possible. He wanted to have as much of Spike inside him as he could, and he cried out as much with each thrust.
"Yes, Spike, yes! Harder. Go deeper. Fuck!"
"What did you call me whelp?" Spike asked as he thrust himself deeper.
"Master!" Xander cried as he felt his orgasm tightening in his balls. His sac drew up and he felt the first jettison of sperm launch from his cock.
Spike let loose his own orgasm when he felt Xander contract around his dick. The boy practically milked the cum out of him, until they were both spent. They collapsed together on the sofa, breathing harshly. The room was silent while they regained their senses.
In the silence Xander blurted, "I can´t believe you caught me doing that!" While a red flush spread across his face and neck.
Spike smirked at his boy´s bashfulness after what they´d just done together. "That´s right boy. I caught you. And now you´re mine."
"Yes, master." Xander answered, eyes already dilated with remembered and renewed desire.
