Peppermint Sticks
by Kayla
Disclaimer: Do you see them naked on my bed and drizzled in chocolate? Ok, I guess they're not mine, then.
Note: Part of the 2003 Slash Advent Calendar - Dec. 4th
Xander lay on the couch, head propped up on Spike's lap as they watched 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer'. "Wha' tim' zit?" he asked around the large stick of peppermint he was currently sucking on.
Spike quirked his eyebrow. "Say again, pet?" he asked distractedly, eyes still on the program.
Xander pulled the stick of candy from his mouth with a loud slurp. "What time is it?" he repeated.
"Dunno. Check the clock."
"Can't see it from here. You check."
Spike leaned closer to the television screen. "Shush. That abominable snow fella is about to show up again."
Xander rolled his eyes. "This is really a cheesy movie, you know."
"Shush!" Spike plopped a hand over Xander's mouth to silence him.
Xander glared up at Spike, but the vampire took no notice, caught up as he was in the show. With an exasperated huff, Xander wriggled his tongue out and licked as much of Spike's palm as he could manage.
With a high-pitched squeak of horror, Spike snatched his hand away and stared at it in disgust. "Xan!"
"Meanie." Xander stuck his tongue out before once more fellating his peppermint stick. "Jus' wan'ed t'know th' tim'."
"Gaahhhh..." Quite inexplicably, Spike lost all interest in the actions of the abominable snowman and the odd dentist elf. His attention was fully riveted on Xander and that smooth, thick stick of peppermint that was sliding through Xander's moist lips and back out again, shiny with its coating saliva. In and out. In and out. In and...
Spike tried to figure out why he was suddenly feeling jealous.
"F'yer no' washin' th' show, shee wha' tim' i' is." Xander nudged him in the ribs for emphasis, thinking that it was a good thing his mouth was occupied so Spike wouldn't be able to make out the smirk.
"Uh-huh," Spike breathed out, hypnotized by the candy that was fucking his Xander's mouth.
Xander let his eyelids flutter closed as he pulled the peppermint all the way out of his mouth and twirled his tongue around the end. He let out one of those little sex-moans that he knew drove Spike absolutely wild.
This time was no exception. With a growl of lust, Spike tumbled Xander off of the couch and onto the plush rug that has made an appearance in their apartment after a serious case of rug burn one fine spring afternoon. With a swift movement, Spike pinned his lover to the floor and straddled his waist, snatching away the slutty piece of candy. "Brat," he admonished, eyes glinting with desire. "Shouldn't tease."
"Tease? Me? No teasing here! Um...can I have my candy back?"
Spike cocked his head. "What, you mean this?" He held up the peppermint stick.
Xander nodded, reaching for it as it was waved enticingly in his face.
Chuckling, Spike snatched it back. "Ah, ah, don't be greedy. I've got a better use for it."
"What do you -- oh no. Spike! Not my peppermint!" Xander pouted and started to struggle a bit.
Not to be denied, Spike shifted and managed to flip Xander over. Once Xander was on his stomach, Spike swiveled around to face his feet, carefully setting down the peppermint stick on top of a nearby magazine. Leaning his weight more fully to keep his lover pinned, Spike gripped the back of Xander's boxers and shoved them down, baring the delectable globes of his ass. "That's more like it, innit?"
Xander twisted and tried to push himself up. "Spike, don't you dare-oh! Oooohhhh." His head sunk back down with a slight thud as Spike's tongue slithered its way around the rim of his ass and then pushed inside. He tried to spread his legs wider, and whimpered in frustration when the boxers around his thighs prevented it.
Spike lifted his head, grinning at Xander's wail of disappointment. He took advantage of the distraction to lift up and completely remove Xander's boxers. A side trip to grab one of the ever-present tubes of lube they had taken to stashing around the apartment, and Spike resettled himself on Xander's back.
By the time he had a chance to escape, Xander had forgotten what he was objecting to and instead spread his legs, waiting eagerly for Spike to return. The vampire did so quickly, and his tongue went to work once more.
Once he felt Xander was sufficiently mindless with desire, Spike gave his tongue a rest and opened the tube of lube. He squeezed a small amount onto his palm, and then reached for the neglected peppermint stick. With an evil grin, he coated the candy with the lube, then slipped the tip of it into Xander's ass.
Xander arched his back as something larger and harder than Spike's tongue entered him. He hummed happily, then paused. That didn't feel like Spike's cock. And it was really starting to tingle. In fact, the deeper the object crept, the hotter and more tingly Xander's ass felt. What--? "Spike!"
Spike chuckled and pressed the peppermint stick in deeper, then rotated it a bit. He rode out the bucking of Xander's hips before pulling the candy out. When it was almost completely removed, he pressed it back in hard until it was almost completely inside of Xander.
Xander yelped and twisted frantically as the heat increased, the tingling reaching almost unpleasant proportions. Before it became completely unbearable, though, Spike took pity on him and removed the peppermint stick, only to replace it with his slicked cock.
Xander sighed as the cool length filled him, contrasting nicely with the mild burn of the peppermint. In fact, as Spike began to move faster, the sensations blurred together until Xander was nearly howling with ecstasy at each stroke deep inside of him.
Spike gritted his teeth as he moved inside of Xander's delicious ass. The burn from the peppermint had transferred to his cock as well, making Xander seem even hotter than usual. Spike found it utterly intoxicating, and he fought hard not to lose control. At least not before Xander did.
Which really wouldn't take much. One of the major reasons they had chosen this particular rug was because of the silky, almost velvety feel of the thick pile. The fibers caressed Xander's cock at each of Spike's thrusts. One in particular was tickling over the head, making Xander shudder and clench his muscles tighter around Spike. If Spike would just -- "Yes! Spiiiike!"
As Spike's cock raked brutally over his prostate, Xander came hard, once more christening the heavenly rug that had been the recipient of so much of their passion.
With a mental prayer of thanks to whatever gods watched over kinky vampires and their horny lovers, Spike managed a few more strokes before reaching his own climax. He clutched Xander to him as he pulsed inside his lover, then collapsed bonelessly on top of him.
Xander wriggled a bit until he was only partially under Spike, moving so he was on his back; this had the added benefit of allowing him to breathe properly.
Spike grumbled a bit in protest. "Hol' still," he mumbled.
"Hmmm. Kay." Smiling sleepily, Xander snuggled in closer to his vampire. After a few blissful moments, Xander's brain began clamoring for attention. He remembered something. "Spike, what time is it?"
Groaning, Spike propped himself up on an elbow and peered across the room at the clock. "Almost 6:00." He flopped back down, determined to get in his post-coital snuggle.
Xander's eyes popped open and he shot upright, dislodging Spike from his chest. "6:00! We're going to be late for the party!"
Finit
On to Bloodthirsty Cranberries and Dancing Sugarplums!
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