Getting Bent

As Anya stomped down the sidewalk, she hefted her bag higher on her shoulder. If she still had her power center, Xander would be wishing she had just stopped with troll. She was thinking warty troll, warty slimy troll, she clarified. One that every one would pick on.

Then she saw a flash of pale blond hair and stopped her inner tirade.

"Spike, you shit. Get your ass out here. Now," she yelled.

She watched as Spike stepped out from behind the tree.

"You made my boyfriend gay," she accused.

"Wot?" he exclaimed and stepped closer. "What are you goin' on about?"

"You made Xander think about you while giving me orgasms," she said again.

Spikes eyes narrowed.

"What kinda game are you playin Anyanka?" he asked using her full name because he knew it would piss her off.

"Oh forget it. Go on in have at him. I hope you two are happy," she waved back the way she had come. Then she stormed off, leaving a stunned Spike in her wake.

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'Well... did get an invitation. Didn't I.' Spike thought as he strolled into the unlit living room. 'Whelp's got good taste,' he noted as he looked around the tastefully decorated room, then he snorted. 'Nah, gotta have been the demon chit. Or Red.

As he sat on the sofa, he thought about what Anya had said. 'So the whelps been thinkin' about me huh!' His grin was evil. 'Well, lets see. He must've called her by my name.' He couldn't resist the urge to laugh, but quickly suppressed it as he heard movement from the other room. 'Don't want him to get out of bed yet. Need to think about this a little more!

'I'm thinkin' of just crawlin' in bed and shaggin' him to the mattress and deal with the consequences later.'

He was just about to get up when a thought hit him. The chip, the damn chip wouldn't let him take the boy if it was his first time. They'd figure that one out later. So he'd play bottom, wouldn't be the first time, nor the last he hoped.

As he entered the semi dark bed room his breath caught in his throat. 'Good thing I don't need to breathe.' His boy would take it away. The sight of a naked Xander all tousled in sleep with his mouth open was stunning. The sheet was tangled with well muscled legs. One arm thrown over his head, the other curled up under one of the many pillows. Simply stunning. All dark against the clean white sheets.

He knew, from the time he'd spent in the dank basement that Xander was especially appealing in sleep. But this naked abandon, he had never seen before. Seemed like the boy never relaxed in his families house, not like this.

Spike swallowed hard. He started massaging his rigid flesh through his jeans. Groaning when the object of his fantasy rolled onto his side exposing his firm backside.

Finally he made his decision. He quickly stripped his clothes off and climbed in bed behind Xan. Snuggling in, and spooning the younger man. He reached around and began massaging the soft penis. As Spike heard Xander's heart beat quicken, and felt the flesh in his hand grow hard he changed his tactics.

Xander was having a great dream. He was dreaming that Spike was making love to him. He could practically feel the cool body against his. Spike nudged Xander back onto his back and started trailing kissed all over his neck and chest. His hand never stopped pumping hard flesh. His other hand opened the lube. He prepared himself quickly, releasing Xander only long enough to climb on top of his sleeping form. As he lowered himself onto Xander, setting the man into him deeply, Xander's eyes flew open.

Xander knew he was dreaming. He was in heaven, Spike was riding him, slowly. His hands were on slim pale hips trying to urge him faster, but Spike was in control.

This was different from his other sexual encounters, in that he wasn't thinking of someone else. For once, he was getting exactly what he wanted. No guilt, no one telling him to do it this way or that way.

Spike's body was cool and oh so tight. The weight of the other man pressed him into the mattress as he leaned forward and trailed kisses over his throat. He felt something inside the vampire brush against him and heard a low growl. The feeling of those muscles clenching and releasing him was quickly making him lose control.

Spike broke his rhythm and quickened his pace, rubbing his own throbbing cock against Xander's belly.

Spike came first with a howl, followed by Xander's gasping moan. Both men promptly passed out. Xander still buried in Spike's body.

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